Disclaimer-We own nothing you even vaguely recognize, including but not limited to JRR Tolkien's creations, the necromancy bells and the Abhorsen trilogy (who belong to Garth Nix), and the Keltiad to Patricia Kenneally-Morrison. Nor do we own the PPC, we just work there. The 'Sue and her story belong to LifeMistressGreenleaf.

Chapter 7

"I seem to be getting knocked over frequently." Myth grumbled.

Isabel blinked. She seemed to be doing that frequently. "Um... who are you?"

The two-dimensional figure blinked from his position on Myth's neck.
"I have no idea..."

Isabel stared. "...Eh?"

"My neck!" Myth moaned

Isabel reached over and attempted to lift the confusing creature off of Myth's neck. "That's my partner you're sitting on, I'll have you know. I'm the only one allowed to sit on her."

"Yeah..." Myth said faintly, not really listening as she rubbed the offended piece of her anatomy.

"So who are you, anyways?" asked Isabel, surveying the rather disgruntled 2-D person in front of her (she had managed to knock it off of Myth's neck)."

"I think I'm Diami... Diani... Diana. That's it. Diana. I'm in the Department of Redundancies Department, of the PPC."

Isabel turned to Myth. "Did you call them?"

"If I'd called them, do you think they would've landed on my neck?" Myth retorted irritably.

"This is true." She turned to their mysterious guest, only to find they now enjoyed the full wonders of 3-D and an appropriate costume for the continuum (female, too). "So... not to be rude or anything, but why are you here?"

"I was in Mulan, getting rid of a particularly bad story overrun with redundancies, and suddenly, I was here. Do you often run around with a large blue flannel blanket?"

"...yes."

The UBIM was still draped over Myth's shoulder, despite all the black-outs, wrestling matches, and general gnashing of teeth and shaking of fists.

"It's our invisibility... thing..." Isabel elaborated. "You'd have to ask Makes-Things for clarification. Or Myth." She pointed to - who else? - Myth. "I'm Isabel, by the way. I'll need to see some identification."

"Umm… there isn't any I.D. issued to PPC personnel."

"Exactly." Isabel smirked, while Myth looked on.

Isabel quickly turned back to the story. She soon was on the ground due to insufficient air from laughing so hard. Choking, she pointed at the Words.

"Oh man, why did I have to sleep over time," I literally screamed as I got into my pants.

Was very funny, really, it was, but Myth needed something new to amuse her. Considering (and discarding) several options, she settled on the new arrival.
"Hi, I'm Mithrenriene Rochmabriel. And you're Diana...?"

"Just Diana." Diana said. "It's nice to meet you! Now, I'll be going back to my assignment..." Diana was digging through her bag, and her voice was slightly muffled, but not enough for Myth to miss a few snarled epithets.

"Something the matter?"

"My portal thingy's missing!"

"So? Stay and help us! We need a professional DORD agent!"

"I dunno…"

Isabel, completely ignoring the conversation going on behind her, was drawn to the story like people are drawn to car wrecks. You don't want to stare, but you have to. "Mmmm, lamas bead. The other white meat." Diana snorted as the Sue said, "Awwww man, I yelled and ran out the door."

"Well, Ruby, so nice of you to join us," Elrond said sarcastically, but with a smile.
Myth spluttered, turned several interesting colors, clutched Diana's arm, and took deep breaths through her nose.

Isabel walked over and patted her shoulder sympathetically. "It'll be alright... I promise you can kill her."

"Can't kill..." Myth whispered, "Reincarnation at work..."

"Oh yeah..." Isabel pondered the situation. "What can we do, then?"

"I suggest you wait 'till you finish the charge list, then think of something." Diana said, much less affected by the OOC Elrond than the other two. Myth whimpered her agreement, and Isabel nodded.

"Until then, why don't we skip to the worst canonish infar… umm…" Diana stumbled over the words in the face of a 'softly muttered' hehehe.

"Canonical infraction?" Myth chirped, cheered up by the chance to correct someone.

"Yeah, that. It does look like you guys need me, though. I guess I could stay…"

"Wahoo!" Myth was ecstatic.

"Après vous, mademoiselles." Isabel gave a sweeping bow and gestured to the glowing portal hanging in midair.

Had the canon characters been in any position to notice, they would have heard a heart-rending shriek.

Myth's A/N: It has come to my attention that there is already a PPC agent named Twitch. This is not the same character as Agent Twitchy, who was mentioned in chapter two. Agent Twitchy is a character that popped out of my twisted imagination, though he's based loosely on someone of my acquaintance, just more… twitchy. Huh. Who'd a thunk…

Isabel's A/N: All I have to say is that bitch better die quick. I had a lot more to say, but it gets lost in the sheer contempt I hold for this character.