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Chronicles of the Secret Fire: Bedtime Story (55)
« on: January 12, 2013, 09:54:58 PM »
Life of a Mooch



He was happy with himself. The stubble on his chin was scruffy enough to make him endearing, yet not so wild as to appear bestial. His hair was likewise shaggy, having not been combed for several weeks, and likely not for several more. All in all, Thor thought he was ready to head out.



Mooching is an art, after all, or so Thor liked to think. He preferred to think of it as diplomacy. Charm passing neighbors with tact and wit, then presuade his newest "friends" to make him a deal. Thor receives the much-needed assistance in living, and they receive the warm feeling in their heart of having done something good for someone else. Some accused him of being no more than a con man, but Thor truly needed their help.



After all, living in a public restroom is demeaning enough.



The onslaught of snow just made it downright insulting.



Miraculously, a small onion plant had managed to survive the frigid weather and bear fruit. Thor knew an opportunity when he saw one. Fresh food is a rarity in his class, and should never be turned away.



Especially not when he could roast his newfound onions not 30 feet away in all their roasted, onion-y decadence.



Or so he hoped. As it turned out, roasted winter onions are not quite as appetizing as they sound, and they don't sound particularly appetizing to begin with.



Truth be told, there was another reason Thor chose this particular camp to make a living at. Not many beaches this remote could boast about having Claw Machines, after all, and Thor hoped to catch something particularly nice.



Thor's eyes shot open as the claw honed in onto his plushy bear prize. This would be the perfect gift, he thought with glee. He could use something to lift his spirits this time of year. Today, of all days, perhaps he could have something to bring a smile to his face.



But alas, today was not the day.



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Re: Chronicles of the Secret Fire
« Reply #1 on: January 12, 2013, 09:57:25 PM »
Ooh, this is an interesting start. :)



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Re: Chronicles of the Secret Fire
« Reply #2 on: January 13, 2013, 09:42:41 AM »
Awesome start! Poor Thor, only a roasted onion? :P
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Re: Chronicles of the Secret Fire
« Reply #3 on: January 13, 2013, 09:49:26 AM »
Interesting - and intriguing start.  I'm wondering what Thor's story has to do with Secret Fire.  And what happened that Thor is living in a public restroom.  But mostly I'm hoping he can find some warmer clothes, because I'm shivering just looking at him in his t-shirt out in the snow!

By the way, I've had roasted onions and they're really good!  :D

Looking forward to more.
 
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Re: Chronicles of the Secret Fire: Recruitment
« Reply #4 on: January 13, 2013, 10:27:06 AM »
Recruitment



Disappointed with his recent failures, Thor needed a rest, something to take his mind off his struggles. A rather slobbish and disheveled man he once saw across the street answered this with cheap nectar, but Thor decided not to go that route. (1) As he gazed over the horizon, he saw a tiny figure across the bay. What kind of fool would willingly go outside in this blizzard? Thor wondered, but he couldn't think about this oddity for long. Just as he noticed the unusual character, his phone rang.



Well, not his phone, per se. Thor was amazed how quickly his "neighbors" would throw away cell phones that stopped working, especially when it turns out that they can be fixed. Still, nobody had ever called the phone before. Thor put on his best schmoozing voice, ready to take advantage of the situation.

Thor: Ah, my friend! It's good to hear from you again! How are you, dearest friend?
Voice: I'm not giving you money, Thor. Don't try to fool me.
Thor: Are you sure? I'm almost positive that you're the man who bumped into me a few weeks ago on the street. Have another 10 simoleons for me?
Voice: Far more than 10, but you'll have to earn it. I know who you are, Thor. I know what happened on the Plains.



Thor: Th-the Plains? Who are you?
Voice: Who I am is not important, though you won't remember me fondly. Who you are, and where, is important. I can see you from here, and so can you. Are you enjoying yourself in a public restroom?



Thor: How do you know these things?
Voice: Were you to know that, you would close your mind to my offer. Now, I need you to listen.
Thor: Is this a scam? You of all people ought to know I can't give you anything.
Voice: Oh, that is far from the truth, Thor. You are many things, but you are not a liar. Perhaps our arrangement will surprise even you.



Thor: Somehow I doubt that.
Voice: Of course you do. Meet me at Varg's Tavern in an hour.
Thor: Why not now? I don't exactly have anything planned for the day.
Voice: Unfortunately, I do. I have someone else to talk to.
Thor: You must be a popular guy.
Voice: Not to her.



After that, the mystery man hung up. Thor had half a mind not to show up, and half a mind to pretend to, but something intrigued him about this stranger. Something in his gut told him that he knew this man. Something else in his gut told him he didn't want to.



There wasn't enough room in his gut to expect this.

(1)This slobby man being a certain Nameless protagonist portrayed by a certain renowned lover of black devils. (2)
(2)Yes, I've added footnotes to fiction. Sue me.

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Re: Chronicles of the Secret Fire
« Reply #5 on: January 13, 2013, 02:21:28 PM »
I can't believe I just spent an hour uploading my 1000th screenshot. (among others, of course) Even with the deletions I made, it's still close to 40 screenshots.  :o

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Re: Chronicles of the Secret Fire
« Reply #6 on: January 13, 2013, 04:57:06 PM »
And the supense builds!  Oh, this is just getting better and better!  Is this the mysterious "her" from the Mole story, by any chance?  Did A become a pirate after the second season of the Mole?

By the way, Nameless asked me to tell Thor that the offer to share a bottle of nectar still stands.  Much as it pains Nameless to share his precious nectar, that bothersome Good trait sometimes compels him to be generous to others.

More, please!  :D
 
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Re: Chronicles of the Secret Fire
« Reply #7 on: January 13, 2013, 05:54:56 PM »
Ohhh! A's a pirate now. The ecomy has been pretty ruff in Simnation, but I didn't think anyone needed to resort to stealing. :P Looking forward to the next update!
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Re: Chronicles of the Secret Fire
« Reply #8 on: January 13, 2013, 06:35:03 PM »
Ohhh! A's a pirate now. The ecomy has been pretty ruff in Simnation, but I didn't think anyone needed to resort to stealing. :P Looking forward to the next update!

Well, A's a traveler at heart, and he recently vacationed to the idyllic coastlines of Barnacle Bay. A felt like setting the mood with his outfit. I swear A spends more time on his outfit than "she" does!  :P

And the supense builds!  Oh, this is just getting better and better!  Is this the mysterious "her" from the Mole story, by any chance?  Did A become a pirate after the second season of the Mole?

By the way, Nameless asked me to tell Thor that the offer to share a bottle of nectar still stands.  Much as it pains Nameless to share his precious nectar, that bothersome Good trait sometimes compels him to be generous to others.

More, please!  :D

I'll answer that with a picture. (It's too awesome not to show, but I can't figure out how to add it into the story) I might post an update tonight, but I'm not sure. Depends on my mood.


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Re: Chronicles of the Secret Fire: Bars and Secrets
« Reply #9 on: January 14, 2013, 06:54:55 AM »
Bars and Secrets



A'd been waiting for some time. His previous visit had... gone as expected, if nothing else. He hoped that Thor would at least be a more accepting ear, if not a punctual ear.



At last the guest had arrived. A watched him as Thor slowly walked towards the table.



Their eyes met in a Texas standoff, neither speaking nor looking away. Both men stared, determining whom would speak first, and what they would say. At last, the silence was broken.



Thor: Dude, what's up with the pirate costume?
A: Would you rather me dress like the other kind of pirate? Even I wouldn't dress up as one of them.
Thor: Touche. So why am I here?



A: I'm sure you've heard of aliens, Thor?
Thor: Don't tell me you're one of those conspiracy freaks. They aren't any aliens living among us!
A: That's what I thought, too. Until I learned what really happened on the Plains.
Thor: ... I'm listening.



A: I investigated the Plains after... after what happened. Tried to figure out how it went down. But it didn't make sense. What purpose would a Sim have in doing that?
Thor: Do they need a reason?
A: I suppose not, but I determined that it wasn't a Sim. Therefore, it must've been aliens.
A: I've spent 10 years searching for them, to find out the true story. I found one in Twinbrook, but all he did was cast me away and abduct my cast.
Thor: Cast?
A: Not important. What is important is that I've found one now. Or, I'm close to it.



Thor: And who would that be?
A: Look over there, headed to the bar.



Thor: Who is that?
A: I'm not sure, but something's not right with her. I've seen her waiting for strange persons after dark.
Thor: So? Maybe it's a boyfriend she doesn't want her parents to know about?
A: Maybe. But look at those eyes. She knows who we are. Or who I am, in any case. I think she's an informant, a spy for the aliens. I summoned you to Varg's Tavern because I'd like you to investigate her.



Thor: Wait, what?
A: Talk to her, talk to her friends. Stakeout her house. Find out if she's connected with the aliens.
Thor: Why should I?
A: Closure on the events of the Plains? Discovering the whole story? If that's not enough for you, I have money. Enough to get you a house of your own. Please, just help me, and you'll help yourself.
Thor: Fine. Where should I start?
A: You know, you look thirsty. Maybe you should get a drink.



Thor: Thanks for the drink.
Woman: No problem. It's what I do.
Thor: And how long have you been doing this?
Woman: Long enough. Hey, I've got to head out. Check on my mom. Nice talking to you.



Thor: She must've known.
A: Probably, but he won't. He's the other bartender. Ask him what he knows.



Thor: Hey, you wouldn't happen to know that lady who just left, would you?
Henry: You mean DeeDee? Of course I know her. Why, want her number?
Thor: No, that's fine. I'm just, er, writing a book on the history of Moonlight Falls, and I want to know about the neighbors.
Henry: Well, DeeDee's a nice enough woman, for a witch.



Thor: A witch?
Henry: Or something like that. She's got these strange powers. Lots of the neighbors have them, too, but DeeDee's different.
Thor: Different how?
Henry: Well, for one, I've never seen her use a wand. Don't witches need wands to use their magic?
Thor: That's what I've heard.
Henry: And she's always meeting wih these people, over by the Van Gould mansion. I've never gotten a good look at them.
Thor: How intriguing.



Thor: Well, thank you for your time.
Henry: Sure you still don't want her number.
Thor: No, I'll manage. There is one more thing, though.



Thor: You wouldn't happen to have any money to spare, would you? You wouldn't believe how expensive paper can be for my book nowadays.
Henry: Uh, sure. I could spare a few simoleons.



Ordinarily, A would've made some sort of retort at Thor's continued mooching, perhaps reassure him that those talents won't need to be put to use for much longer. A was, however, not paying attention to Thor. Out the window, he could see the wintry downpour of white. It was a day like today when he talked to her for the first time in quite a while.

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Re: Chronicles of the Secret Fire: Bars and Secrets
« Reply #10 on: January 14, 2013, 07:27:27 AM »
Who is the woman A is thinking about? I cant wait to find out. Great update!

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Re: Chronicles of the Secret Fire: Bars and Secrets
« Reply #11 on: January 14, 2013, 11:04:03 AM »
Very intriguing start! Looking forward to meeting the mysterious "her"!  :D

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Re: Chronicles of the Secret Fire: Bars and Secrets
« Reply #12 on: January 14, 2013, 12:25:35 PM »
Wow - I've been away from the Forum for a while, but this is SUCH an amazing find now I'm back :D Nice work Audren, can't wait to read more!

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Re: Chronicles of the Secret Fire: Bars and Secrets
« Reply #13 on: January 14, 2013, 12:39:36 PM »
Welcome back, Audren! As usual, you are off to a great start and I can't wait to see what happens next! Will we finally meet the elusive "her" and find out why A is haunted by his memories of her? Biting my nails and on the edge of my seat...
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Re: Chronicles of the Secret Fire: Bars and Secrets
« Reply #14 on: January 14, 2013, 04:59:55 PM »
Ooh, how mysterious. I wonder if "her" is who I think she is. Great update Audren.
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Re: Chronicles of the Secret Fire: Bars and Secrets
« Reply #15 on: January 14, 2013, 05:10:53 PM »
Ooh, how mysterious. I wonder if "her" is who I think she is. Great update Audren.

Would you mind PMing me who you think "she" is? I'm not going to say anything about it. I'm just curious.  :P

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Re: Chronicles of the Secret Fire: Bars and Secrets
« Reply #16 on: January 15, 2013, 06:40:52 AM »
Her Date



She had just gotten back from the office, and she had the weekend off. Arthur was already on the way. Time to get herself ready.



She decided to try out a new hairstyle. There were others she liked more, but none were practical enough for what she had planned.



As she tried on her thermalwear, she noticed the shoes on his little shelf. Those shoes had always been a guilty secret of hers. Of all her negative feelings about A, she still shopped at his shoe store. Only when he wasn't working, of course. She quickly changed back into her dress.



Shortly after she got dressed, Arthur arrived in the lobby. She called him and they sat back in her chairs by the fire. They chatted together, discussing the events of the day. How many deals she made today, how the filming for Arthur's newest movie was long and the director was a jerk.



At some point, however, the conversation turned to chairs. Whether Arthur was making a thinly-veiled retort on her own chairs, or simply griping about all of chair-kind, she wasn't certain.



Arthur: I mean, come on! Chairs! With puffy arms! What's up with that?



Once Arthur had finally gotten off of his chair tangent, he brought up her recording deal. She tried to brush him off, saying it was no big deal, but he was persistant. Arthur knew as well as anybody how good she was on the piano, and so did the musical theatre. The only person who really doubted her was herself.



Arthur: Come on, you'd be great. You even have a pianist sounding name?
Her: My name sounds like a pianist?
Arthur: Sure! The Amazing, The Spectular, The Beautiful Ms. R-
Her: You sure know your exaggeration skills, don't you Arthur?
Arthur: It's only exaggeration if it isn't entirely true.



She got up at this point and looked out to the skyline of Bridgeport. Out the window, she could the wintry downpour of snow. At this point she called Arthur over to gaze out with her.



Her: See those snowy peaks over there?
Arthur: Yeah, I think I did filming on those mountains a few weeks back.
Her: Well, that must not have been fun.
Arthur: Not really. The director was pompous even then.
Her: How about we go back there and actually enjoy ourselves.
Arthur: Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?



Ten minutes and two winter suits later, Arthur and she were ready for their annual skiing trip. They had agreed to stay at one of the camping lodges along the mountainside for the weekend. Both of them expected to have a weekend filled with laughs, smiles, and love. Her weekend, however, would become everything but.

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Re: Chronicles of the Secret Fire: Her Date
« Reply #17 on: January 15, 2013, 09:04:03 AM »
You know how to build up the suspense, I want to see her face! The picture of Bridgeport through the window is awesome. :)

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Re: Chronicles of the Secret Fire: First Contact
« Reply #18 on: January 15, 2013, 06:08:11 PM »
First Contact



Bridgeport gets a bad rap in some corners of the Sim World. Their arguments aren't exactly flawed. Sims had a mysterious tendency to get stuck into roads, feel as if their lives pause at random intervals. The entire Simbot industry was ruined in Bridgeport. But sometimes, it's not about mechanics. Sometimes, just the joy of seeing the mountains covered in white love is enough to put a smile to your face. That's how she liked to think about it, anyway.



Of course, having the mountains in her other love was a bonus, too. Arthur was a great man, a truly amazing man. Sure, his job sometimes made it tough to get together, and he never really seemed to be happy about it. She wished he would make a career out of something he actually loved doing. Of course, Arthur would say the same thing about her.



But that's not why they were this weekend. The next few days were about forgetting their problems and enjoying the feeling you get just from being with the person you love. Their biggest problem this weekend should be that the snow isn't deep enough. But that didn't happen.



She had meant to turn her phone off in order to truly escape into the wild, but she answered it. She assumed the call was from the office, telling her that one of their associates was going to be late, or the copy machine wasn't working, or someone ran out of staples. Unfortunately, the call was not so predictable.



Even after so many years, she recognized the voice. At first, she was simply in shock. Why, after all that had happened, was he calling now? As he talked, however, her feelings warped from awe to anger. What gave him the right to come back now, after they parted ways like they did? The conversation began to go downhill.



Arthur could hear the phone call become more and more spirited. He even began hearing the man's voice on the other end, though he couldn't make out the specific words. He wondered what she was spending so long talking about, but he decided to wait it out. She'll be done when she's done, that's what his mother had taught him.



Finally, she hung up, and Arthur pulled his feet out of the snow, getting ready to make their way up the hill again. Instead, she turned to face him. She apologized and said that she needed to leave. She didn't say exactly why, but Arthur could tell that she was still fuming. He chose to hold his tongue. They kissed and said good-bye. Arthur began trudging back down the mountain.



She stayed behind for a moment, gazing at the falling waters. She still could barely believe that he had tried to talk to her. Now that he needed help, he turns to her. Typical. Most of her didn't wantto meet with him, but she determined that she could tell him to stay out of her life if they met in person. With grim resolution, she followed Arthur back to the world.

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Re: Chronicles of the Secret Fire: First Contact
« Reply #19 on: January 15, 2013, 10:18:41 PM »
This is very intriguing. I haven't even an inkling of how things will tie together between A, Thor, and Ms. R--something. You have an excellent knack for keeping your readers thinking. I look forward to seeing the mystery slowly unravel. :)

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Re: Chronicles of the Secret Fire: First Contact
« Reply #20 on: January 16, 2013, 06:10:07 AM »
And the plot thickens.. Awesome update!

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Re: Chronicles of the Secret Fire: Lore and Antiquity
« Reply #21 on: January 16, 2013, 08:02:31 PM »
Lore and Antiquity



DeeDee hopped onto her broomstick and raced to the Vault. Somehow, they knew. She didn't know how, but they knew. Why did I get myself involved in this mess, DeeDee thought as she flew through the air. Nobody said I'd be watched and pursued!



Truth be told, Thor wasn't doing any pursuing quite yet. He had more important business to attend to. Winter isn't the best time of year for infants to make acquaintances with the ground.



Thor had first met little Fenris back when Thor first took to the streets. He didn't know who Fenris' parents were or where they were, but nobody else ever seemed to care about the poor boy. Thor took it upon himself to take care of him. He tried to find better homes for Fenris than he could for himself, but Fenris had a nasty tendency of wandering. Thor quickly rushed him into the nearby library.



Thor: Fenris! Where were you? You shouldn't wander like that.
Fenris: *gurgle*
Thor: Aw, there there, baby. You're okay now.



Thor: Now, we're not going to wander off again, are we Fenris?
Fenris: *shakes head*
Thor: Good boy. Now come here.



Thor loved Fenris as he would've loved his own child. In the absense of any apparent parental figure in Fenris' life, Thor took it upon himself to give his little wolf the love and affection he needed. Thor personally knew the librarian very well, (after getting off on the wrong foot when Thor tried to sleep in her bed) and was going to ask her to keep an eye on Fenris when she got back so he could go on a stakeout of DeeDee's house. As it turned out, however, this measure was unnecessary.



Thor: Wait, is that who I think it is?
Fenris: *giggle*
Thor: You're right, it is!



Thor: What is she doing here?
Fenris: *sucks on thumb*
Thor: You're right, I should check her out, but how?
Fenris: *coo*
Thor: Really? Don't you think she'd notice me?
Fenris: *eats his hand*
Thor: Oh, brilliant! You're a right and proper investigator, aren't you Fenris?
Fenris: *delightful grin*



Thor: *speaking in a Brooklyn accent* Hey, I'm the librarian here. How may I help you? You here to check out a book? Maybe the book on how to look like a blessed goddess. But, of course, you don't need the book on that, now don't you?
DeeDee: Uh, no thanks. I just need a book on Mozart for my college paper. Have one of those?
Thor: Of course, of course! Anything for a lady as lovely as you. Let me just get that for you, miss.



Thor: You're gonna love this one, I can see it just from the cover. You know, Mozart actually used to be a freelance photographer before he went on to become a world-famous athlete! Yes, believe it or not, he was the goalie for Milan! Before that, he was the leader of the- Hey. Where'd you go?



As soon as Thor turned his back, DeeDee beat feet and ran. She didn't quite recognize him, though she thought she saw him at the bar, but his Brooklyn accent was terrible! She quickly jumped to the conclusion that he was one of the spies she was warned about, and decided to make her way straight to the Vault.



Hopefully they could provide her some answers as to why she was chased. DeeDee had never been to the Vault, but her associate had been there many times. She was told the Vault was the marvel of knowledge and wisdom. A small part of her was really excited to immerse herself in the secrets of the Vault. Of course, she would need to shake off her pursuer first.



Thor raced outside once he saw that DeeDee had given him the slip. Out of the corner of his mind, he saw her going along the side of the library, but all he saw when he turned the corner were stairs leading downward. She must've gone down into the basement, Thor concluded. Down into the abyss he went.




DeeDee's eyes scanned the room, looking for the sign her associate had informed her about. One left, one right, two left, two right, there it is! She rushed over to the point of interest...



Thor was met in his underground adventures by a door. DeeDee must be on the other side. Time to find out what she knows. He reached out, grabbed the knob, and opened the door...

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Re: Chronicles of the Secret Fire: Lore and Antiquity
« Reply #22 on: January 16, 2013, 10:19:42 PM »
Dun-dun-dun! Cliffhanger!

That "conversation" between Thor and Fenris was adorable. :)

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Re: Chronicles of the Secret Fire: Lore and Antiquity
« Reply #23 on: January 17, 2013, 02:35:48 AM »
It is so sweet that he look after little Fenris. What is behind the door? Don't keep us in suspense too long lol.

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Re: Chronicles of the Secret Fire: The Face of the Ancestor (7)
« Reply #24 on: January 17, 2013, 07:23:04 PM »
The Face of the Ancestor



This was not what Thor expected. He wasn't quite sure what he was expecting. It's not likely that the basement would be filled with alien worship altars or anything like that, but still. Thor didn't know what he expected to find in the basement.



He knew he didn't expect this.



Thor searched the doors leading off the corridor for any sign of DeeDee. Most of the rooms were like this one: portraits hanging above a desk surrounded by bookshelves. This room had a laptop, unlike the others, but Thor did not pay this much mind. One room, however, was much different.



DeeDee quickly scanned the alchemical tome for the salve she needed. Her associate had mentioned that this salve was necessary to find the entrance to the Vault, but DeeDee knew time was of the essence. Any moment now that man following her could barge in. Searching, searching, searching- found it! No! He's here!



DeeDee: Why are you following me? What have I done to you?
Thor: Now, let me explain, miss-
DeeDee: yes, you do that, right after you tell me what the heck you're doing down here! I've seen you in the bar, in the library, and now here! What do you want? I don't have money for you, you can't steal from me. Go away!



Thor: Look, I'm not here to rob you, or kidnap you, or anything like that. I just want to know what you know about the aliens.
DeeDee: Aliens? I think you've had too much nectar, man. Go back to the bar, please.
Thor: I wish I had too much nectar. Listen. I know you know something about the aliens. I just need to know what it is. Can you do that?
DeeDee: Please, just leave me alone. I don't know anything.



Thor: So you do know aliens?
DeeDee: What? No, of course not. Are you- *wince*
Thor: Are you okay?
DeeDee: *grunt* Okay. Maybe I know a little about the aliens. But not a lot. I'm afraid I can't help you.
Thor: When did you first make contact with them?



DeeDee: *sigh* Six months ago. I was studying abroad for college, and I stopped in Twinbrook for a few days. I was out at a party with Jules, and I saw these strange people outside.
Thor: What did they look like?
DeeDee: I couldn't really tell. It was dark outside. But they looked suspicious, so I went outside to check it out. The next thing I remember, I was in a shack out by the swamp and these three green things were standing around me.
Thor: Things? You mean aliens?
DeeDee: I guess.



Thor: What did they say to you.
DeeDee: One of them stood in front of me. He wasn't like the other two, he had hair, jet black hair. They... they told me about their purpose. Why they were here.
Thor: And that was?
DeeDee: *shiver* Sorry, I can't say. He won't let me. Please, don't ask.
Thor: Okay... so what happened after that?
DeeDee: They shared stories of their civilization to me. Their vast pools of knowledge. They told me I could see what they knew, if I did what they asked. I agreed. I've always wanted to solve the mysteries of the world. The aliens scared me, but they also intrigued me.



Thor: So what did you do for them in exchange?
DeeDee: At first, I just watched. I told them whether I saw anything unusual, but otherwise I just lived my life as I always had. Then they asked me to investigate places, people. I was in the bar to keep an eye on one of those people when you started chasing me.
Thor: Who was it you were watching?
DeeDee: I shouldn't say. Please, I don't want to do this anymore. They promised to share their knowledge with me, but they haven't! Please, help me.
Thor: I need to find these aliens you talked to. Could you help me with that? I have a friend who can protect you from them.



DeeDee was delighted when he offered her his deal. The aliens had promised her so much, but they had given her so little. She was always afraid and paranoid, and her life was quickly unravelling. Her roommates were suspicious of her. She was sad to miss out on their vast wisdom, but she quickly decided that they were probably bluffing. She would be glad to be rid of the pains they had given her to keep her under control.



As if her thoughts had reminded them of her presense, DeeDee's phone began to ring. She slowly raised the phone to her ear and answered. You can never be too careful with aliens.

DeeDee: Hel-
Voice: Do not speak. Speak to us again under the face of the ancestor. We will discuss your mission there.



Oh, no, DeeDee thought in horror as she put her phone in her pocket. I should've known he wouldn't let me escape that easily. Her associate had warned her about dealing with him for extended periods, but she had no real choice. Ever since Twinbrook, the two of them had been... joined. His will could supersede her own. The pains she felt while talking to her new friend was him exerting his control.
 


So when he said she needed to go to the face of the ancestor, DeeDee must go to the face of the ancestor, with no regard to her own personal feelings on the matter.



DeeDee: Why are you helping this man? Don't you know-
Voice: We are aware of his past, and his companions.
DeeDee: Won't this jeopardize your mission here?
Voice: Our mission is not for your knowledge.
DeeDee: Why shouldn't I know know? You promised me unlimited pools of knowledge, but I've gotten nothing! Why won't you-
Voice: This conversation is over. Let us speak to him.



DeeDee: Wait, what? You can't be serious! What about-
Voice: Do not question our commands. The face of the ancestor must meet him.
DeeDee: ... Very well. How rude.



Thor: What was that about?
DeeDee: You must talk to him.
Thor: What? Who is him?
DeeDee: Just sit beneath the face of the ancestor and open the laptop. The chatroom is already open.
Thor: The face of the- Oh!



Though he didn't quite understand what was going on, Thor decided to trust DeeDee. He sat under the face of the ancestor and made first contact with The Riddlemaster.

 

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