Okay, this chapter is about twice as long as all the others. Oh, the time one can find at their grandparents! And of course, they don't have the internet, so this message was probably typed at least three days before this was posted. I don't know; I haven't posted it yet, because I'm still writing it. But it is 11:31-yes the one is important-at night, I am tired, and I can't stop writing. It's like a curse. I'm gonna die from sleep deprivation right HERE AND NOW. I would actually; I'd kneel over and die, except for the fact that my friends would revive me so they could kill me for dying. What an oxymoron. HA! It's oxymoronical! That word is copyrighted, by me. Anyhow, since I'll probably end up editing this tomorrow anyway, I'm not gonna keep typing it. Take THAT, why don't you?!
You know you're tired when instead of typing fact, you type what. WOW.
Anyhow, same rules apply: Inuyasha is not mine. The lady who owns it has a Japanese name I can spell, but am too tired to without mercilessly killing it. I don't own: Inuyasha *cries*, Miroku, and. . .well, the setting at that stuff. I don't own Japan, either. . .I'd LIKE to, but I don't. Wah. I DO own the plot, Angela, Shi, and Biiru-which is actually Japanese for beer, so I guess I don't really own him-and I own Megan. Actually, I don't, because Megan owns Megan. Because if I owned Megan, Megan would kill me. Ever notice the way I make things italic in the story, but I just make them capital letters here? Odd.
Yeah. . .well, I've taken four paragraphs-if you wanna count the little line and this as a paragraph-to type a half a paragraph worth of actual words. So. . .I guess that means I should stop typing. *doesn't move* See?! It's like a curse. . .the keyboard is making me type, I swear. . .
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Inuyasha practically stalked through the town, trying not to think of vicious and violent ways to kill Angela, ultimately failing. It was just too tempting to not think about. He soon found himself near the same stream he had tried to drop Kagome off at earlier. Much to his annoyance, the stream was still not hot.
Of course, he knew it wasn't going to magically become hot. After all, the hot spring wasn't actually where he was standing. But he was in such a foul mood that it would have been better for the stream if it had magically moved away in the middle of the night. The stream, however, refused to realize its peril, and continued in the same manner it always had, splashing all over the place.
Not knowing what else to do, he flopped down next to the stream, and began to absently swipe at the passing water, like a cat would have done. Of course, if he had realized that, he would have stopped. But no one was nearby to inform the half-demon he looked like a cat, and even if someone had been, they would have seen the look on his face, and ran away. After nearly five minutes of smacking water, he stopped, and stood up. He had to do something to alleviate his sheer annoyance, tinted with boredoom.
He jumped into a tree, and looked around; hoping to sight of a demon-or even a part demon-nearby he could kill, and claim he thought it had a Shikon shard.
Then he slunk down the tree, ears flat on his head in shame. What's wrong with me? Just because I managed to piss of yet another girl doesn't mean anything to me. I'm just weirded out because of the way she showed up. No one else is supposed to be able to use the well. I'm a little jumpy because I don't know what she's like, unlike the way I knew Kagome.
He scowled. Maybe I shouldn't have gotten rid of her. I know we had our differences, but. . .well, that doesn't mean that I hated her. Maybe we didn't agree on everything, but. . .I guess maybe I'll miss her. I dunno. Maybe someday I'll go back and get her, but for the time being, I was more than willing to trade her for Angela, so I'll put up with her. If I really can't stand Ang, I guess I'll just ask her to leave and get Kagome back. Or, he thought with a cruel grin, I'll make her leave. Just like Kagome. We'll see how she likes being thrown down the well.
He stood up, at peace, and listened to the nearby woods. Something was. . .wrong. He didn't know these woods very well, and he knew that, but when all the birds were silent, and the animals didn't even move, he knew something was very wrong. He listened carefully.
There was an inhuman sound he instantly recognized. It was very faint, the rest he didn't hear it at first, but he definitely knew what is was. He cursed, and jumped towards the cries of distress, which were silent to all but demons, or other creatures which could hear that high of a cry. Stupid humans can't hear that high.
When he arrived at the spirit's grove, he could already tell the spirit was not longer free. He landed quietly behind a tree, and saw an interesting sight. Angela was simply holding her hand up, directing it at Miroku and that cat-girl-Megan, was it?-and they were both cowering. Well, Miroku was. If Angela did whatever she was threatening to do, obviously it'd be painful for them. Megan could jump quickly enough to get away, he assumed. Otherwise, she'd be cowering too. So what is she threatening to do?
Angela lowered her hand slowly, like she was relieving a great tension. Inuyasha couldn't see her expression, but Miroku looked confused. She looked up at the sky, and he heard her murmur, "Thank you, Shi."
"Shi?" All three of the people in the clearing turned to look at Inuyasha as he stepped out from behind his tree, then putting his full weight against it as he leaned on it. "Isn't that the goddess you worship?"
She nodded. "Mmm-hmm. She is."
". . .So, what did she do that was great enough for you to praise her? And what the hell happened to the spirit that was in this glade? I had a. . .deal with it."
Megan seemed surprised. "You had a deal with that thing? It's been killing people in this town for. . .actually, only a few months. Around the time Miroku said you were un-sealed by Kagome."
Inuyasha shrugged. "There's a band of animals around here that I'd rather not deal with. They're not a threat, but. . .well, let's say they're annoying. And I told him if he didn't go rampaging, and killed only those who came to him, I'd leave him alone. I usually don't let any other strong beings hang around where I am."
". . .Why wasn't he a ghost? Or just dead?"
Inuyasha shrugged with annoyance. "How should I know?"
". . .He angered Shi."
"Huh?" They whole group turned their gaze from Inuyasha to look at Ang, who was sitting on the ground, looking rather pale. "What do you mean, Angela? And what's wrong with you?"
"Ang is shorter. And I mean. . .in his life, he angered Shi. Maybe he insulted death. Who really knows? But Shi won't let those who anger her pass into the next life. It's. . .not something she likes to do. And it just takes a lot of energy to seal powerful spirits. He's killed a lot of people. He was pretty strong."
"You mean that because this guy pissed off your all-might lady goddess, he wasn't allowed to die?"
"Yes."
"How is that a curse?"
"Use your head, Miroku. He'd never die. A million years from now, he'd still be haunting this grove of trees, or the area. He can't go too far from the place he died. He must have died in this wood. That's why this area felt so dark. He was angry from having been kept here so long, unable to use his eternal life."
"Huh. How do you know all of this?"
She smiled peacefully. The expression looked out of place on her exhausted face. "I am the Priestess of Death."
"You mean you're a priestess of death." Miroku didn't seem to be particularly surprised at the news. I guess he's run into a lot of strange religious people on his travels. I've never asked him, Inuyasha realized. In fact, I really don't know that much about him.
"No. The Priestess of Death."
"That's. . ."
She smiled at Miroku's disbelief. "I understand if you do not believe me, Buddhist monk. I would be hard-pressed to believe you were Buddha's Priest. Then again, I have just met you."
Inuyasha snorted to himself. So, he's willing to accept a priestess of death, but not the Priestess of Death. Figures…
Inuyasha snorted again, loud enough for the rest of the group to hear him. "So you've got priestess powers." Like Kikyo. . . "That doesn't mean you have supreme powers." She does seem a lot like Kikyo. She's been pretty…emotionless the whole time we've been here. Except when we first got here. Ever since…did I really hurt her that much when I told her I didn't want to talk about my family? Enough that she totally closed all of us off?
She looked at Inuyasha with a blank expression. "Would you like proof, half-demon?" Inuyasha didn't know if he should take the way she said the word as an insult or not. "Because I can give that."
Damn, maybe I did hurt her more than I thought. Can't she even call me by name? "Fine. Show me."
She stood up, and nodded at Inuyasha. Somehow or other, during Miroku's discussion with Ang, Megan and Inuyasha had shifted so they were sitting behind Miroku, who was sitting in front of Ang. Vaguely reminiscent of a triangle. "Very well."
She lifted her hand to the sky, her face staring ahead. Her eyes were closed, and her face was concentrated. She was saying something, but not even Inuyasha's sensitive ears could pick it up. The sun, which had been shining through the hole above their heads seemed to become darker. Inuyasha felt his body become go on alert, sensing some being he couldn't see, hear, smell, or feel. He just sensed that suddenly another spirit had joined them, one who was unequalled in danger, and unequalled in sheer power.
Miroku and Megan seemed equally uncomfortable, but Angela seemed to actually relax in the feeling. She opened her eyes, and looked up, with a mixed expression on her face. Happiness, elevation, longing, and a look of worship seemed to be mixing equally across her face. Really, the emotions showed in her eyes, because when they had opened, those emotions seemed to spill from them to the rest of the face. Her emotions are all in her eyes. They don't show on the rest of her face.
Inuyasha realized a black cloud was beginning to surround her hand. That just made him all the more ready to jump at whatever she was doing. If I hit her now, then she'll have to stop to protect herself.
He prepared to actually act upon this idea, but something held him to the ground. Not really a sense of fear. He hadn't been afraid since the time he thought Kagome had died under his protection. And this. . .girl with strange powers wasn't going to do what no one had done before! He broke free of the half trance she had on him, and leaped at her, unconsciously snarling. And baring his fangs. His claws reached for her frail body, which had to be a good twenty pounds underweight for her short height.
A second black cloud formed right in front of her, knocking him down as if it were solid, acting as her shield. He was actually dazed from the hit, and could only manage to sit up, and blink stupidly at it. That's not any regular spell. That's really powerful magic. Both Miroku and Megan seemed actually afraid of it now, since Inuyasha seemed to be ineffective against it. They still had Miroku's air void to fall back on, but if demon couldn't touch it, why should he be able to? Miroku fiddled with his rosary, prepared to rip it off his hand it need be.
"Don't worry, monk. I have no ill intentions." A soft voice, obviously feminine, chided him for his worry. "I merely do not like it when people-or demons, in this case-threaten my Priestess."
Megan was the first to react to that. "Shi?"
There was a slight laughing noise, followed by a sense of amusement. "Of course, Megan. Did you think she had summoned the God of Life by accident?"
The clouds abruptly cleared. Angela was sitting on the ground, looking very tired, but remarkably at peace. She doesn't look too good, actually. I should make her rest after this goddess leaves… He frowned to himself. Keh! What do I care about her, anyhow? Sitting next to her was a girl of about the same age, but still managing to look like she had lived to watch the cosmos come into existence, and would be there when they were destroyed. Shi.
Inuyasha couldn't help himself. "Why the hell would you want her to be your Priestess?"
Shi looked as if she was smiling and frowning at the same time. "What the gods choose to do is not a concern of yours, mortal."
"I'm less of a mortal than her."
"That you may be. But. . .she was more willing to accept Death as her guardian."
Shi looked interesting. Her eyes were coal black, yet managed to look kind and caring, but not enough that you'd want to entrust her with your life. Her hair was short, only coming down to rest on her shoulders. Inuyasha had always imagined the goddesses to have really long hair. The few times he had thought about it, at least. She was wearing a black dress, fringed with yellow, which had no sleeves. It went right across her body, coming dangerously close to being too low. But of course, she still looked pure. Since she was kneeling instead of sitting, Inuyasha couldn't actually see how long the dress was, but it looked as if it was going all the way down to her ankles. Inuyasha had, however, caught a fleeting glance of her feet. She wasn't wearing shoes.
"Why was she so willing to accept you? Death isn't exactly my idea of a caring person."
The pair of women met eyes. Ang simply nodded, eliciting a gentle smile from the goddess. "Then I'll tell you. The gods do not lie."
"They simply haze the truth on occasion enough that it's considered a lie."
Shi glanced sharply at Inuyasha. "Do you want me to seal you to the body of a toad?"
Inuyasha winced winced. "You can't do that!"
Megan looked thoughtful. "That'd be one ornery toad…"
Miroku rolled his eyes. "You should like a hick when you said ornery."
"I can ask the goddess who controls souls to let me. Unless you've worshipped her a long time, she really won't care. Mortals come and go so quickly to the gods."
"Even demons?"
"Demons? No, they last a little longer. But you're not a full demon. Your great father won't increase your lifespan. A half-demon will always have the lifespan of a half-demon. Your life has no real influence on any of the events I care about."
"Hn. And what events are those?"
She smiled. "I didn't agree to tell you anything other than why I chose Angela as my Priestess. This is not related."
"It must be. You must have chosen her for a reason, which will influence the events you're looking after."
"Clever. But I'll tell you what you need to know."
Inuyasha didn't react to that. He really didn't care about the events this black-clad goddess was watching over, but it would have been interesting to learn them. "Hn."
Shi returned her gaze to the two more cooperative members of the party. "I found Angela when her parents had just died. She was only. . .oh, I believe it was seven?" Ang nodded. "Yes. Well, I found her, huddled in an alley, crying because she was hungry.
"At the time, I was masquerading as a human, because I had nothing to do at the time. The gods have little to none sources to amuse themselves with, in reality. Being a human can be so interesting. The mistakes you people make, the fascinating things you do…but back to the real topic. I had been drawn to that alley because I could feel a strong sense of death in the alley. Many had come there to die of whatever plagued them. Angela was no different. She came to die of hunger for food she could not have.
"I gave her some food. Just because I am the Goddess of Death does not mean I am by any means cruel. She was, of course, thankful. She asked me if I was an angel, because no one else who she asked would give her food. I laughed, and asked her why she should consider me an angel. She said it was because I had wings.
"To clarify, all gods and goddesses have wings. Each is fit to their own color. Mine are black. The god of fire has red and orange wings. It all depends. I belief Life is fitted with white wings…no matter what I do, I cannot remove my wings without destroying myself as a goddess. The wings are non-existing in the mortal realm, so they don't get in the way of get battered by objects. I always have wings. Even now, as I sit in front of you, I have wings. You just can't see them."
"Why not?"
"Because, monk, they are invisible to mostly everyone. However, a Priest or a Priestess can see them. Or someone with the capability to be one. When she saw my wings, I immediately asked her if she was a Priestess. She didn't even understand what I meant, and said she wasn't a nun. I, at the time, didn't have a Priest or a Priestess, so finding her was a gift. Priests are extremely hard to find. Very few have the ability to be a Priest. Even fewer are willing to accept the sacrifice, either. Being a Priest means that you must follow every word your god tells you, whether you want to or not.
"Before I could accept her, or even ask her to be my Priestess, I needed to get to know her, and make sure she was the one I wanted. I took her with me, to the place I was living. It was really only a simple apartment. But she said she had never been inside one before. She had grown up on the streets. I was admittedly surprised. I asked her to show me how she had kept herself alive. She showed me the belt with the daggers-she still has it. She hasn't outgrown it yet. She has amazing talent with those daggers. Not only does she have wonderful range, but she is extremely accurate. She could take out a whole gang on her own, without having to get within a hundred feet of them. As long as she had those daggers, she could stay alive.
"All this by the age of seven. Her parents told her only to use the dagger in an emergency, but she had become a pro quickly. It's simply too dangerous on the streets to not become an expert on fighting. Unless you have a death wish. I asked her what her religion was. Countless people have been unable to become a Priest/ess because of the simple fact it was against their religion. She said she didn't believe in a God. But she believed in a Death, because 'he's taken everyone away from me.'
"I had to explain to her my exact job. That it's not that I actually take away the people-a natural death happens without me ever actually realizing it. It's as natural as breathing to me. So I hadn't actually taken her parents away, they had unwillingly left her. Then I managed to convince her to become my Priestess. It didn't take much effort. She liked the idea of someone always being there to protect her. Always watching her, being her friend or guardian-forever. Someone who wouldn't die on her the way everyone else seemed to do. She did, however, remain on the streets. It takes great energy for a god to live as a human, and very few live whole lives as one. I had to return to duties I had. But I kept careful watch on her. She still doesn't depend on me, but if she's in a last ditch effort, I'll help her. She thinks it's cheating to use my help in a fight."
"It is."
"Oh, be quiet you!" Shi laughed, and swatted at her. "To there were demons where she grew up. She was just surprised to met another demon so quickly when arriving in another time. Is there anything else you'd like to know?"
No one answered immediately. Miroku and Megan were thinking, staring at the goddess sitting in front of them. Inuyasha was staring at Angela. Protected by a goddess, huh? Kagome can't get us that kind of help. And why is she acting so mild with that goddess here? No, she's been this way ever since I yelled at her. Damn it, is everything my fault? He frowned. Or maybe she's just tired. She looks it.
Shi looked at him, distracting his concentration. You know, Inuyasha, she really doesn't understand that you have become angry due to her asking about your family. She's willing to talk about hers, and they died right in front of her. You owe it to her to at least tell her.
Inuyasha blinked. That had been Shi's voice, but she hadn't said anything to him. In fact, she had moved her gaze back to Miroku. She spoke. . .into my mind?
Correct, dog-demon. Your thoughts are not secret to me. No one's secrets are their own here. I merely ask the questions to help you accept me more. It'd be harder for you to know the questions you wanted to ask before you even thought of them.
Do you think we'd be unable to accept you otherwise? Inuyasha was instantly angry at the fact she had just invaded his privacy, and was continuing to do so. At least she can settle whatever is she wants without the others having to hear it.
You have such pride, Inuyasha. I can see from just skimming your thoughts that it's important to you to be in charge. To be right. Kagome threatened that, didn't she? She challenged almost everything you said. Took lead on her own. And it bothered you. It made you want to beat her all the more. And you couldn't. So you pretend to hate her.
I do!
If that were true, then you wouldn't deny it with so much emotion. No, you don't hate her. I understand what you feel, even if you don't. You are no mystery to me. I only want to tell you one thing, half-demon.
I liked "dog" better than "half." What do you want to tell me so much?
Be nicer to Angela. Don't toy with her.
Huh?
You have the capability to hurt her greatly. I can feel it. That doesn't mean you will, or even if you do that you'll know you did it. In fact, looking at you, you might have already done it. But try not to.
I'll ignore the insult. I owe nothing to this girl.
And you owe nothing to me. I understand. But I know there is indeed good in your heart, and I'm asking you-even if only this once-to use it. I know you let Kagome see that kindness more than once. In fact, if you could sacrifice some of your pride, you two would get along well. But all I'm asking if for you to not deliberately hurt Ang.
. . .I guess I can't ignore the wish of a goddess.
You could. But I know you won't.
Well, it's not my fault if she uses this stupid rosary the way Kagome did.
Kagome only used it to protect herself. Angela. . .I doubt she'll even use it for that.
You call all the times she used it "protection?!"
No. Most of the time. The times she didn't were the times when she was angry at you for being so uncaring to the way she felt about you. Inuyasha felt at total unease with that statement. How would she know what Kagome felt for him? Well, of course, she'd be able to read her thoughts just as easily, but the fact she had. . .it made him angry. See? You feel something for her. You just don't know what yet. You'll sort it out in time.
Inuyasha didn't really think of an answer to her statement, so she continued talking to Miroku. He realized with a start of surprise that she had been explaining something to them the whole time they had been talking. She is pretty powerful, I guess.
". . .I still don't get it, Lady Shi."
"Please, I really prefer to be called Shi. What don't you understand, monk?"
"If I'm gonna have to call you Shi, then call me Miroku. I don't get how you can have met her in the future, and yet you know all of this in the past. It hasn't happened to you yet here, so how do you know how you'll meet Angela?"
"You think too much like a human to truly ever understand. I'll simplify it. You know how you can move in six directions. Forward, backward, left, right, up, and down. Well, I can move in the same directions, and two more. Past and future. There is only one Goddess of Death. More than one of me do not exist in alternate time frames. I know everything that will pass, and everything that has passed. I already know her future."
"Then you don't need to come here."
"Maybe I influenced the future."
"If it's happened already, it's not the future."
"But it's less confusing to explain it this way. If I didn't come here, then what happened wouldn't have happened."
"Then what would have happened?"
Shi sighed, and shook her head. "Too confusing to explain."
Miroku nodded. "Alright. Well, what exactly does Angela do for you?"
". . .Well, you saw an example. There are some spirits when, at their time of death, I didn't allow them to pass on to their rest. So, they need help after I've forgiven them. Angela collects them. The spirit of that man has already passed on. The power he gained as a spirit is under her control, for use in a fight at a later date. Some just don't want to go when it's their time. So she fights them."
"This is why she wasn't afraid of Inuyasha, Miroku."
He nodded. "Yes. . .I thought he was going to be the next spirit I was going to be forced to destroy."
Inuyasha couldn't interpret the tone of her voice. He could almost hear sadness there, and at the same time anger. Did she want to destroy me? Is she angry because she didn't, or is she sad because she thought she was going to have to? He glanced at Shi, who was looking at him for a split second. Her eyes had a sense of "I told you so."
"Then, there are those that oppose me who are alive. . .and of course, I do need to make sure that at least a few people have respect for me. So Ang can get rid of them, too. Which is why she asked if I wanted the monk and the cat-demon to be destroyed. She really didn't want to, but she had to ask. But anyhow, I have to go." Shi stood up. Everyone else followed suit, except Inuyasha, who remained on the ground, not paying close attention to the rest of the group. The fact they had stood up didn't really matter; they could hear him on the ground as well as if he was standing up.
"Shi. . ."
She smiled at Angela. "Don't worry, child. You can call me back if you really want. And yes, I am aware of how much energy it takes. You know you can just talk to me though. I think you should get some rest. Being on earth makes it harder to see what else is going on. So, I wanna know if Life is making another move."
Ang looked confused. "Don't tell me it's still going on?"
Shi rolled her eyes. "Yeah. . ." Ang snorted. "Actually, he's been suggesting a merger." Angela made another face. "Oh, come off it! You've met Biiru."
"Yeah. . ."
Ang looked as if she had just taken in a whole rotten apple in one bite. Shi sighed at the look on her face. "Just think about it, okay?"
"I will, Shi."
"Good. Well, good-bye."
Shi basically just. . .disappeared. One minute, she was standing there, and the next, she was gone. Megan sighed, and turned to Ang. "Okay. I figure that this 'merger' has something to do with you and this Biiru guy, and you don't like it. So tell me."
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And now, it's time for. . .
RANDOMLY-ABDUCTING-CHARACTERS-AND-FORCING-THEM-TO-ANSWER-STUPID-QUESTIONS!
With your host. . .the author!
Author: *smiles* I finally get to truly annoy someone! Since I'm working at a serious-like attitude in the current story, I wanna just taunt someone here!
Announcer person: And now, for our. . . *pauses in confusion* Um. . .well, it seems that there isn't really another name for hostages. So, bring in the hostage!
Hostage: . . .Why don't you call me by name?
Author: Because, that requires effort. Introduce yourself!
Hostage: . . .How come my name didn't change? My name is not Hostage!
Author: . . .*angry* Just answer the question.
Hostage: Oh. I'm Megan! *pouts* My name hasn't changed yet. And why should I answer any other questions?
Author: Because, I can do whatever I want to you. Would you like to become a purple tree with yellow polka dots?
Megan: . . .Oh, look, my name changed.
Author: *sighs* Yes. Well. . .first random question: why did you actually decide to go with Miroku?
Megan: 'Cause he's cute.
Author: *falls over, and twitches* Um. . .um. . .no. I created your character, and you don't think that.
Megan: But I'm based off a real person. And she thinks Miroku is cute. So therefore, I must too!
Author: *surprised she actually managed to use the word 'therefore' while exhausted. . .stupid snow. . .don't ask!* . . .Well, no. You're still wrong. I made you my character, so you will follow my rules. And if you don't like them. . . *manages to look evil* Then I will hurt you!
Megan: . . .Right. Anyway. . .
Author: So, why were you a barmaid?
Megan: Because *beep* life doesn't like me. *is very surprised* What the. . .?
Author: The Disney people don't like cursing unless necessary.
Megan: . . .Don't tell me all the cursing in this stupid story is necessary.
Author: Absolutely. Cursing is one of the most effective ways to express anger!
Megan: *glares*
Author: Other ways include glaring, as demonstrated by Megan, and killing cruelly, or just wanton destruction.
*a large crashing sound is heard from somewhere in the general vicinity*
Author: As demonstrated by whoever just decided to do that! *mutters under breath* Where's Inuyasha when you need him?
Inuyasha: *pokes head in from a door that just randomly appeared* I'm here! And why did Miroku just come crashing through my window?
Author: . . .Well, since I am in control of this, I guess my subconscious just wanted Miroku to fall through a window. Natural causes. *shrugs*
Megan: Poor Miroku!
Author: Well, since we're not getting anywhere, go away. I have to capture my next hostage.
Megan: But I don't wanna!
Author: *glares at Megan*
Megan: *glares back*
*Megan suddenly becomes a purple tree with yellow polka dots*
Tree: *shakes branch. . .well, it might be menacing. . .*
Author: Something's missing. . . *walks around tree, trying to figure it out* Of course! *jumps up and puts a "dunce" hat on the tree* There we go. Now, time to capture the next hostage!
Angela: So join us next time, on-
Author: Wait! What happened to the old announcer?
Angela: Uh. . .well, you see, he kinda. . .sorta. . .he jumped out a window-on his own free will-and fell into a garbage truck, and I haven't seen him again.
Author: *sighs* I'm not paying you.
Angela: I don't care.
Author: Fine then.
Angela: So join us next time, when we'll either be capturing the next hostage, poking the next hostage, or something entirely different!
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As always, R&R!!!