Chapter Two: In Which Toilet Jokes Abound And Mary Sue Gets Even More Mary
Suey Artemis stamped around his room for several hours, screaming "****" at the top of his voice before he finally slouched down in one of his computer chairs and started playing Soul Reaver 2 on a backup PC.
Mary Sue Jada Marina Aurora Evelyn Mara Alanna Melody (Insert Other Exotic Names Here) Longman smirked to herself and brushed her long blonde hair back from her sapphire blue eyes. She tucked it behind her slightly pointed ears with a graceful flourish. Yes, Gentle Reader, pointed ears. For, Mary Sue Jada Marina Aurora Evelyn Mara Alanna Melody (Insert Other Exotic Names Here) Longman was half fairy. Her Mother had been a fairy, and her Father human, then when she was a baby (she was sixteen now, the same age as Artemis), her Father had died and her Mother had committed suicide in a rather different fashion. It involved toilets.
Mary Sue's ears were pointed, and, although she was not immortal, she had psi powers, though. She could read minds, move things with her mind, and do all sorts of stuff, just with her mind. She could drive cars with her mind, and flush toilets with her mind. She also had the power of healing and killing powers, such as lightning bolts, but she had never had to use them.
She stood up. Time to get suited up. She doubted she would have any trouble getting along with Fowl, she was, after all, a genius, with the highest tested IQ in continental USA.
She slipped into a black, skin tight catsuit, which accentuated her figure, which left men gaping. Her basket ball sized breasts jiggled a great deal as she zipped up the suit. She left the zip low and pushed her breasts up a little so that Fowl would have the best view possible without her going in the nude.
She slid a silenced pistol (unloaded) down her cleavage, just in case, and stepped out of the equipment room.
She strode toward her sports car, a sleek black Dodge Viper, and hopped in, starting it up and making sure her fake driver's license was in the glove box, then she drove to the airport.
Mary Sue took a private plane, her car stashed in the cargo bay. She had brought only one bag of luggage, hoping to pose as an orphan who had lost her parents and stolen a car. She nodded, causing her breasts to jiggle. That would work.
Suey Artemis stamped around his room for several hours, screaming "****" at the top of his voice before he finally slouched down in one of his computer chairs and started playing Soul Reaver 2 on a backup PC.
Mary Sue Jada Marina Aurora Evelyn Mara Alanna Melody (Insert Other Exotic Names Here) Longman smirked to herself and brushed her long blonde hair back from her sapphire blue eyes. She tucked it behind her slightly pointed ears with a graceful flourish. Yes, Gentle Reader, pointed ears. For, Mary Sue Jada Marina Aurora Evelyn Mara Alanna Melody (Insert Other Exotic Names Here) Longman was half fairy. Her Mother had been a fairy, and her Father human, then when she was a baby (she was sixteen now, the same age as Artemis), her Father had died and her Mother had committed suicide in a rather different fashion. It involved toilets.
Mary Sue's ears were pointed, and, although she was not immortal, she had psi powers, though. She could read minds, move things with her mind, and do all sorts of stuff, just with her mind. She could drive cars with her mind, and flush toilets with her mind. She also had the power of healing and killing powers, such as lightning bolts, but she had never had to use them.
She stood up. Time to get suited up. She doubted she would have any trouble getting along with Fowl, she was, after all, a genius, with the highest tested IQ in continental USA.
She slipped into a black, skin tight catsuit, which accentuated her figure, which left men gaping. Her basket ball sized breasts jiggled a great deal as she zipped up the suit. She left the zip low and pushed her breasts up a little so that Fowl would have the best view possible without her going in the nude.
She slid a silenced pistol (unloaded) down her cleavage, just in case, and stepped out of the equipment room.
She strode toward her sports car, a sleek black Dodge Viper, and hopped in, starting it up and making sure her fake driver's license was in the glove box, then she drove to the airport.
Mary Sue took a private plane, her car stashed in the cargo bay. She had brought only one bag of luggage, hoping to pose as an orphan who had lost her parents and stolen a car. She nodded, causing her breasts to jiggle. That would work.
