Recent content by PrinceOfShapeir

"Define Human." Ari drifted over to the bar, eyeing the bottles behind it. "My alcohol experience is pretty limited to what I can get for five dollars and being decently good at running, which mostly means Maddog 20/20, so I'll have what they're having. All of them." She dropped into a seat...

"So like, if you do that outside, would you just, fall into space?" "Most likely?" She shrugged. "I haven't tried it. Don't have a spacesuit, and I really have no idea how I'd get back down again. I suppose I could continually flip gravity over and over to keep myself from moving too fast on...

"You know, I haven't drunk liquor out of a glass since I was fifteen." She noticed one of the others giving her a weird look. "I had an...unusual upbringing." As they drifted over to the bar area she cleared her throat and raised her voice. "Well, you probably all got a look at me earlier, so I...

Well. That happened. That was a thing. And apparently, this wasn't all just crazy insane bullshit. Or more precisely, it was crazy insane bullshit that just so happened to be true. Great. Fantastic. Fuck. There was a small greek chorus of people petitioning for liquor and cigarettes...

"I'm not going to the police. The police are worthless, like fake tits on a zombie." Ari said with grim humor. "Ma'am, if you actually wanted to get this out there you'd go to the New York Times. The BBC. Al-Jazeera. Some French newspaper I've never heard of, preferably all of the above. If this...

"They're both before my time, and JFK conspiracies are a little more enduring in the popular consciousness. That doesn't prove anything except that you've rigged up an imploding apple, and now you're claiming you have the power to kill us at will. Give me a good reason I -should- believe you...

"Prove it." Ari leaned on the table. She'd been willing to hear the lady out, but her patience was running out. "Nanomachine killswitches implanted in our bodies? A pre-ordained kill time, and a random death to be blamed on an outside group so we can institute a dictatorship? I've heard more...

Ari managed a smirk at Justin. "No, they never managed to get to the Flavor-Aid part." Her smirk faded. "It was a small cult. The Soldiers of God and Christ - maybe a hundred, hundred and fifty members tops. They - we, I guess - believed that the return of God was imminent, and we would be the...

She glanced over at the new guy who had piped into her little movie reference extravaganza. "God, I hope not. Being strapped to a chair with my eyes forced open and brainwashed until a squirrel tells me the solution is ultraviolence does not sound like the ideal summer home I was expecting when...

The inside of this place didn't exactly buoy Vagari's confidence. Sure, she'd seen worse spots, like crackhouses, but as a secret school for the supernaturally gifted this didn't exactly fill her with hope. The creepy, patchwork-dressed woman gesturing for her to follow her downstairs, and the...

' What? Thrawn isn't Force Sensitive. What the hell are you talking about?

"Oh, good." Ari mused to herself as she watched one of the arrivals just about flip his lid as he started knocking. She half expected his fist to sink into the door, or smash it to splinters, but it managed to hold up - at least, under the first rap of his knuckles. She took a long draw on her...

"What do you think, chumley?" She said to the scarred-up Arabic guy. "Underneath the smell of two weeks of BO and all the shit I've got ground into my clothes, no, I'm not a fifty plus woman." She fumbled open her packet of cigarettes and withdrew a bundle of crushed and mutilated smokes...

Vagari - Ari for short - had hated the north ever since she'd gotten on that Greyhound bus to it. Sure, Arizona and Nevada had their problems, namely dust and people trying to kick her ass for sleeping on a park bench, but at least there she wasn't frozen to the bone on a clear spring day. On...

Almost no doubt it's Planescape, but I really hope it isn't. We've already had one unworthy claimant to the name of Torment this year.