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Stuff happens. The Meta kills our brain with cute. Then Michael gets older-brotherly.
....Then the ninja fighting action turtles show up.
Session Start: Thu Sep 29 18:57:23 2005
Session Ident: #desperatefans
* Now talking in #desperatefans
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Metatron:*oh my God, a Nem! wavewave*
Nemesis:*Wavewave back* Hiiiii.
Metatron:*smiles slightly* How are you?
Nemesis:Creeped out. *Brightly* You?
Metatron:*blinks* Creeped out? Why? *pauses* And... er, I'm as well as can be expected, I think. *slightly rueful smile*
Nemesis:That's good. *Avoids question like OMG*
Metatron:...Nemesis, answer me.
Nemesis:Hmmmm?
Metatron:Why are you, er, creeped out?
Nemesis:Oh. That. There was a bird that talked to me today.
Metatron:...And that was the reason?
Nemesis:Yes. *PARTIALLYOMG*
Metatron:*blinks* I... see.
Nemesis:No you don't.
Metatron:You're right, I don't.
Nemesis:Exactly
Metatron:...What? *blink*
Nemesis:I don't know. Anyway, did you know Hastur has a thing for cats on top of his food fetish now?
Metatron:A... what? *blinkblink* Er... no, I didn't.
Nemesis:Now you do? ...Hide me next time you see him.
Metatron:*eyes widen slightly* Oh, um -- all right.
Nemesis:That's good to know!
Metatron:*shakes his head and collapses onto a couch*
Nemesis:....what?
Metatron:Hmm? *blinks and looks up at Nem* What what?
Nemesis:...You're shaking your head at me.
Metatron:Not at you, really.
Nemesis:Yay!
Nemesis:...at what?
Metatron:Er... nothing in particular, I think...?
Nemesis:Oooh, okay. Guess what?
Metatron:Um. What?
Nemesis:...I'm not a cat anymore.
Metatron:...Yes, I had noticed.
Nemesis:I kind of miss it. I can't bite Hastur people when they annoy me anymore.
Metatron:Well, I'm sure you can. It would just be a bit more... unexpected.
Nemesis:It would be kinda odd
Metatron:Yes, that, too.
Nemesis:I'm not that crazy. *Very serious look*
Metatron:*stares solemnly back* Are you sure?
Nemesis:*Still serious* I am.
Metatron:I'll take your word for it. *solemnsolemn*
Nemesis:You really should. *Very, very serious*
*not planning on stopping him, so keeps playing along*
Metatron:Good, because I will. *so so serious, oh yes*
Nemesis:Thank you. *Beyond serious, really.*
Metatron:*finally laughs* You're welcome.
Nemesis:*Giggles* What were we talking about?
Metatron:...I don't remember. *blinks*
Nemesis:...neither do I.
Metatron: I'm sure it probably didn't matter.
Nemesis: Probably. Or maybe it did. What if it did? Then we could be missing something really important, and the world might END.
Metatron:*blinks* I think Famine and Pollution will tell us if the world's end is pending.
Nemesis:I hope the world doesn't end. That could end up bad. I think then I'd like, die or something. Hmmm....this gives me a lot to think about.
Metatron:Er... well, you're a goddess. I'm not sure if you'd die or not...?
Nemesis:Okay, so I wouldn't die, I'd like, blink out of exsistance?
*pokes back, because it's Steve and Steve pwns maturity, clearly*
Metatron:I'm not entirely sure, honestly.
Nemesis:Neither am I. It's not a theory I'd like to test, though.
Metatron:Yes, well... I don't think the Apocalypse is going to happen soon.
Nemesis:That's good to know!
Metatron:It is, isn't it? I suppose I would be notified, as well.
Nemesis:....I don't knoooow.
Metatron:*blinks* Don't know what?
Nemesis:...anything.
Metatron:...that's all right, neither do I.
Nemesis:Liar.
Metatron:*blinks* I'm not lying.
Nemesis:Are too.
Metatron:No, I'm really not.
Nemesis:Yesyesyes
Metatron:No, I'm really not...! *sighglare*
Nemesis:.....I have a confession.
Nemesis:Oh, brother dear, will you ever forgive me? I have fraternized with the enemy.
Nemesis:*Totally dramatic*
Metatron:The... enemy? *tilts his head to the side*
Nemesis:Yes. *Dramatic sigh*
Metatron:...Who's that?
Nemesis:The enemy?
Metatron:Yes.
Nemesis:Oh. Well.
Nemesis:Um.
Metatron:...
Nemesis:.............
Metatron:..................?
Nemesis:.....!!!!
Metatron:...Just -tell- me.
Nemesis:No.
Metatron:Please?
Nemesis:Ummmm...no?
Metatron:Nemesis...! Please.
* Michael has joined #desperatefans
Metatron:*and oh, waves to Michael with a smile*
Nemesis:*Sighs and hides behind the couch* Sorry.
Michael:*waves back, then*
Metatron:Hello, Michael -- *peers over the back of the couch* What've you done?
Nemesis:....ummm...*squeaks* nothing.
Michael:*frowns slightly at the couch'd!Nemesis* Are you all right?
Metatron:Nemesis. Just -tell- me, please. I'm not going to be angry.
Nemesis:Fine, thank you. And there really isn't anything to tell.
Metatron:Tell me anyway. Please. *is please-ing...!*
Nemesis:*Whines* He called me kittykins.
Metatron:...
Metatron:-Hastur-?
Michael:*frowns a bit more at this interaction*
Nemesis:Maybe.
Metatron:*...stares* *pauses* ... *stares more* ...
Nemesis:.....Stop giving me the look. *Hides behind Michael*
Metatron:...I'm not giving you the -look-...!
Metatron:But... -Hastur-?!
Nemesis:You are giving me the look.
Nemesis:Well, you were. But I can't see you anymore. So I don't know if you are or not.
Michael:*hidden behind, belatedly, but turns to look at her*
Nemesis:*Yeah, still hiding*
Metatron:*flails slightly* -Hastur-. This is the demon who took my wings voluntarily.
Michael:Why are you upset?
Nemesis:....I didn't do anything. *Wail* Me? Ummm....
Metatron:Then what did -he- do?!
Nemesis:Nothing, I promise. *To Michael* And I like hiding behind you, and I don't know your name. What's your name?
Michael:*blinks* Michael.
Metatron:Then -- *sighs* Right. If... if he... does anything to you without your consent -- ... actually, even with -- ...tell me.
Nemesis:It's nice to meet you. *Tries to look over his shoulder* Wait. WHAT?
Metatron:*glares at her* He may have been nice for the past few days, but... he's still -himself-, Nemesis. The only person I ever hated.
Nemesis:*Ducks again* Stop glaring at me.
Metatron:Nemesis, this is -important-...!
Nemesis:Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?
Michael:*steps away from Nemesis, so that Meta can talk to her face-to-face*
Nemesis:*Squeaks* ......*Sits on the floor*
Metatron:*sighs* Nemesis. It's... -Hastur-. Just... be careful? Please? I have to go now, but...
Nemesis:....ummm. I was only talking to him.
Nemesis:Bye, then.
Metatron:Good. Just -- do be careful, please. *kneels next to her for a moment and kisses her cheek* I'll have to hurt him if he hurts you, and I'm not very good at that. *flames awaay*
* Metatron has left #desperatefans
Michael:*frowns at Nemesis* Hastur has been harassing you?
Nemesis:Not lately....well, not really.....
Michael:Not lately, and not really. *raises an eyebrow*
Nemesis:*Rests chin on kees* Exactly. I think. ....what do you consider harassment?
Michael:*shrugs* I imagine if he's been speaking to you at all, he's been harassing you.
Nemesis:....okay, then yes, he's been harassing me.
Michael:And, specifically, what has he been doing?
Nemesis:...talking to me?
Michael:What has he done to bother you?
Nemesis:Nothing. Well, not really. There was that one time, and that one thing, but that was partially my fault.
Michael:That one time and that one thing?
Michael:And they -always- want you to think it's your fault.
Nemesis:They?
Michael:Demons.
Nemesis:Oh. Well, this time it really was partially my fault that I ended up on his lap.
Nemesis:....Ooops.
Michael:*blinks* You were on his lap?
Nemesis:*Squeak* Yes.
Michael:... why?
Nemesis:Well, he was petting me, and then I bit him a few times, and it's really hard to not bite someone when you're far away, and then we were talking and yeah.
Michael:Well, that does sound like something he'd do.
Nemesis:What does?
Michael:Petting. *considers* And biting.
Nemesis:*Blinkbilinkblink*
Michael:*raises an eyebrow at Nem*
Nemesis:*Flush* What?
Michael:Nothing. *still, sort of... stares at her*
Nemesis:....Oh, no. Now you're giving me the look and you barely know me.
Michael:I'm sorry. Do you get this look a lot?
Nemesis:Only from two other people. Um. Why are you giving me the look?
Michael:...because you confuse me, I suppose.
Nemesis:But I haven't done anything to confuse you yet!
Michael:Then we can attribute it to a basic misunderstanding. *smiles* Let's start over.
Nemesis:Okay. Um, how do we do that?
Michael:Introduce yourself? I'm afriad that you know my name, but I don't your yours.
Nemesis:Oh, that would help, wouldn't it? *Tilts head a bit* I'm Nemesis.
Michael:*smiles* A pleasure.
Nemesis:It is. ...now what?
Michael:*shrugs* What is it that one normally does in this situation?
Nemesis:I really don't know. Usually? Famine or Meta force me to tell them what happened and then they get mad and go on a rampage. Well, Famine does. Meta...just...um. Yeah.
Michael:I shan't do that. This is just a first meeting, of course.
Nemesis:Oh, alright. And it does make sense when they do it. They're horribly overprotective.
Michael:I'm afraid that, should we become friends, you will have the same problem with me.
Nemesis:*Eyes get wide* I will?
Michael:I'm sure.
Nemesis:Oh, wow. Um.
Michael:*frowns* I'm sorry. Have I upset you?
Nemesis:Oh, no. I just wasn't expecting that.
Michael:...good?
Nemesis:*Grins* I guess.
Michael:At any rate. *smiles*
Nemesis:What was I talking about?
Michael:Hastur.
Nemesis:.....oh. Him.
Michael:But we can talk about something out.
Michael:*else
Nemesis:We should! What should we talk about?
Michael:I have very little preference. *pauses* Tell me something about what life is like in this place.
Nemesis:....confusing.
Michael:I gathered so much.
Nemesis:And weird. But interesting.
Michael:Interesting is good.
Nemesis:It can be. Other times not really. Sometimes Easter turns me into a cat.
Michael:That's. Unfortunate.
Nemesis:That's how I ended up on Hastur's lap. Um.
Michael:I suppose that's better than ending up in his lap as you are.
Nemesis:....um.
Michael:Please, don't tell me you would prefer that.
Michael:If you do, I won't listen.
Nemesis:*Giggles a little* You remind me of Meta. But smarter. And no, it's just happened a few times. He changed me back into a human and I ended up there.
Michael:I see. *smiles* To be reminiscent of the Metatron is a compliment. Thank you.
Nemesis:You're welcome. ...it is?
Michael:Yes, it is.
Nemesis:Why's that?
Michael:He's admirable.
Nemesis:Oh. He is, really.
Michael:*nods*
Nemesis:But he's too nice sometimes.
Michael:Yes, he is.
Nemesis:Oh, and he can be scary, too.
Michael:Can he?
Nemesis:You didn't know that?
Michael:*lately, zomg* No, I did not.
Nemesis:...huh. Maybe it's just that older sibling thing, then.
Michael:*well... is something like Meta's older brother, so will not argue with that*
Nemesis:Once upon a time.
Michael:Once upon a time, what?
Nemesis:...I don't know.
Michael:*blinks* Well, finish the sentence, then.
Nemesis:There was a...turtle.
Michael:*smiles*
Michael:What about the turtle?
Nemesis:Ummm...*thinks* The turtle had a magical shell?
Michael:*listens, at any rate*
Nemesis:And...ummm...it went swimming.
Michael:*grins*
Michael:What does this have to do with its shell?
Nemesis:Ummm....the shell kept it from drowning.
Michael:If it was swimming, how was it about to drown?
Nemesis:...good point. Okay. It kept the carnivorous fish away.
Michael:Much better.
Nemesis:Okay. So there were pirhana in the lake.
Michael:*nods along*
Nemesis:And they were evil.
Michael:*...continues nodding*
Nemesis:And.....so he was a super good evil crime/pirhana fighting turtle.
Nemesis:Who had ninja skills.
Michael:*laughs aloud* I like him already.
Nemesis:Really? His name is Sue. He is a male frog named Sue.
Michael:I thought he was a turtle?
Nemesis:....Right. Turtle.
Nemesis:A boy turtle named sue. With super ninja action.
Michael:*grins*
Nemesis:And....he used his super ninja fighting action to get rid of the evil pirhanas.
Michael:I see. *considers* How did he ninja off the piranhas?
Nemesis:Umm...ninja shuriken magic.
Nemesis:And...The end?
Michael:The end, then.
Nemesis:[I figured she might as well end the story. Yes.]
Nemesis:*Giggles a bit* At least it wasn't a chicken this time.
Michael:It was a chicken before?
Nemesis:A kung-fu chicken.
Michael:A kung-fu chicken is the best sort.
Nemesis:Oh, yes.
Michael:*nods, liking Nemesis more and more*
Nemesis:*Totally likes this Michael guy, yeah* I also like flying vampire fish.
Michael:Flying vampire fish?
Nemesis:Yes. They don't like blood, though. They like seaweed.
Michael:Then what makes then vampires?
Nemesis:....I think the name is just a plot device.
Michael:I understand.
Nemesis:...I don't.
Nemesis:*Yawns* I'm going to go take a nap. It was nice to talk to you. Bye!
* Disconnected
....Then the ninja fighting action turtles show up.
Session Start: Thu Sep 29 18:57:23 2005
Session Ident: #desperatefans
* Now talking in #desperatefans
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Metatron:*oh my God, a Nem! wavewave*
Nemesis:*Wavewave back* Hiiiii.
Metatron:*smiles slightly* How are you?
Nemesis:Creeped out. *Brightly* You?
Metatron:*blinks* Creeped out? Why? *pauses* And... er, I'm as well as can be expected, I think. *slightly rueful smile*
Nemesis:That's good. *Avoids question like OMG*
Metatron:...Nemesis, answer me.
Nemesis:Hmmmm?
Metatron:Why are you, er, creeped out?
Nemesis:Oh. That. There was a bird that talked to me today.
Metatron:...And that was the reason?
Nemesis:Yes. *PARTIALLYOMG*
Metatron:*blinks* I... see.
Nemesis:No you don't.
Metatron:You're right, I don't.
Nemesis:Exactly
Metatron:...What? *blink*
Nemesis:I don't know. Anyway, did you know Hastur has a thing for cats on top of his food fetish now?
Metatron:A... what? *blinkblink* Er... no, I didn't.
Nemesis:Now you do? ...Hide me next time you see him.
Metatron:*eyes widen slightly* Oh, um -- all right.
Nemesis:That's good to know!
Metatron:*shakes his head and collapses onto a couch*
Nemesis:....what?
Metatron:Hmm? *blinks and looks up at Nem* What what?
Nemesis:...You're shaking your head at me.
Metatron:Not at you, really.
Nemesis:Yay!
Nemesis:...at what?
Metatron:Er... nothing in particular, I think...?
Nemesis:Oooh, okay. Guess what?
Metatron:Um. What?
Nemesis:...I'm not a cat anymore.
Metatron:...Yes, I had noticed.
Nemesis:I kind of miss it. I can't bite Hastur people when they annoy me anymore.
Metatron:Well, I'm sure you can. It would just be a bit more... unexpected.
Nemesis:It would be kinda odd
Metatron:Yes, that, too.
Nemesis:I'm not that crazy. *Very serious look*
Metatron:*stares solemnly back* Are you sure?
Nemesis:*Still serious* I am.
Metatron:I'll take your word for it. *solemnsolemn*
Nemesis:You really should. *Very, very serious*
*not planning on stopping him, so keeps playing along*
Metatron:Good, because I will. *so so serious, oh yes*
Nemesis:Thank you. *Beyond serious, really.*
Metatron:*finally laughs* You're welcome.
Nemesis:*Giggles* What were we talking about?
Metatron:...I don't remember. *blinks*
Nemesis:...neither do I.
Metatron: I'm sure it probably didn't matter.
Nemesis: Probably. Or maybe it did. What if it did? Then we could be missing something really important, and the world might END.
Metatron:*blinks* I think Famine and Pollution will tell us if the world's end is pending.
Nemesis:I hope the world doesn't end. That could end up bad. I think then I'd like, die or something. Hmmm....this gives me a lot to think about.
Metatron:Er... well, you're a goddess. I'm not sure if you'd die or not...?
Nemesis:Okay, so I wouldn't die, I'd like, blink out of exsistance?
*pokes back, because it's Steve and Steve pwns maturity, clearly*
Metatron:I'm not entirely sure, honestly.
Nemesis:Neither am I. It's not a theory I'd like to test, though.
Metatron:Yes, well... I don't think the Apocalypse is going to happen soon.
Nemesis:That's good to know!
Metatron:It is, isn't it? I suppose I would be notified, as well.
Nemesis:....I don't knoooow.
Metatron:*blinks* Don't know what?
Nemesis:...anything.
Metatron:...that's all right, neither do I.
Nemesis:Liar.
Metatron:*blinks* I'm not lying.
Nemesis:Are too.
Metatron:No, I'm really not.
Nemesis:Yesyesyes
Metatron:No, I'm really not...! *sighglare*
Nemesis:.....I have a confession.
Nemesis:Oh, brother dear, will you ever forgive me? I have fraternized with the enemy.
Nemesis:*Totally dramatic*
Metatron:The... enemy? *tilts his head to the side*
Nemesis:Yes. *Dramatic sigh*
Metatron:...Who's that?
Nemesis:The enemy?
Metatron:Yes.
Nemesis:Oh. Well.
Nemesis:Um.
Metatron:...
Nemesis:.............
Metatron:..................?
Nemesis:.....!!!!
Metatron:...Just -tell- me.
Nemesis:No.
Metatron:Please?
Nemesis:Ummmm...no?
Metatron:Nemesis...! Please.
* Michael has joined #desperatefans
Metatron:*and oh, waves to Michael with a smile*
Nemesis:*Sighs and hides behind the couch* Sorry.
Michael:*waves back, then*
Metatron:Hello, Michael -- *peers over the back of the couch* What've you done?
Nemesis:....ummm...*squeaks* nothing.
Michael:*frowns slightly at the couch'd!Nemesis* Are you all right?
Metatron:Nemesis. Just -tell- me, please. I'm not going to be angry.
Nemesis:Fine, thank you. And there really isn't anything to tell.
Metatron:Tell me anyway. Please. *is please-ing...!*
Nemesis:*Whines* He called me kittykins.
Metatron:...
Metatron:-Hastur-?
Michael:*frowns a bit more at this interaction*
Nemesis:Maybe.
Metatron:*...stares* *pauses* ... *stares more* ...
Nemesis:.....Stop giving me the look. *Hides behind Michael*
Metatron:...I'm not giving you the -look-...!
Metatron:But... -Hastur-?!
Nemesis:You are giving me the look.
Nemesis:Well, you were. But I can't see you anymore. So I don't know if you are or not.
Michael:*hidden behind, belatedly, but turns to look at her*
Nemesis:*Yeah, still hiding*
Metatron:*flails slightly* -Hastur-. This is the demon who took my wings voluntarily.
Michael:Why are you upset?
Nemesis:....I didn't do anything. *Wail* Me? Ummm....
Metatron:Then what did -he- do?!
Nemesis:Nothing, I promise. *To Michael* And I like hiding behind you, and I don't know your name. What's your name?
Michael:*blinks* Michael.
Metatron:Then -- *sighs* Right. If... if he... does anything to you without your consent -- ... actually, even with -- ...tell me.
Nemesis:It's nice to meet you. *Tries to look over his shoulder* Wait. WHAT?
Metatron:*glares at her* He may have been nice for the past few days, but... he's still -himself-, Nemesis. The only person I ever hated.
Nemesis:*Ducks again* Stop glaring at me.
Metatron:Nemesis, this is -important-...!
Nemesis:Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?
Michael:*steps away from Nemesis, so that Meta can talk to her face-to-face*
Nemesis:*Squeaks* ......*Sits on the floor*
Metatron:*sighs* Nemesis. It's... -Hastur-. Just... be careful? Please? I have to go now, but...
Nemesis:....ummm. I was only talking to him.
Nemesis:Bye, then.
Metatron:Good. Just -- do be careful, please. *kneels next to her for a moment and kisses her cheek* I'll have to hurt him if he hurts you, and I'm not very good at that. *flames awaay*
* Metatron has left #desperatefans
Michael:*frowns at Nemesis* Hastur has been harassing you?
Nemesis:Not lately....well, not really.....
Michael:Not lately, and not really. *raises an eyebrow*
Nemesis:*Rests chin on kees* Exactly. I think. ....what do you consider harassment?
Michael:*shrugs* I imagine if he's been speaking to you at all, he's been harassing you.
Nemesis:....okay, then yes, he's been harassing me.
Michael:And, specifically, what has he been doing?
Nemesis:...talking to me?
Michael:What has he done to bother you?
Nemesis:Nothing. Well, not really. There was that one time, and that one thing, but that was partially my fault.
Michael:That one time and that one thing?
Michael:And they -always- want you to think it's your fault.
Nemesis:They?
Michael:Demons.
Nemesis:Oh. Well, this time it really was partially my fault that I ended up on his lap.
Nemesis:....Ooops.
Michael:*blinks* You were on his lap?
Nemesis:*Squeak* Yes.
Michael:... why?
Nemesis:Well, he was petting me, and then I bit him a few times, and it's really hard to not bite someone when you're far away, and then we were talking and yeah.
Michael:Well, that does sound like something he'd do.
Nemesis:What does?
Michael:Petting. *considers* And biting.
Nemesis:*Blinkbilinkblink*
Michael:*raises an eyebrow at Nem*
Nemesis:*Flush* What?
Michael:Nothing. *still, sort of... stares at her*
Nemesis:....Oh, no. Now you're giving me the look and you barely know me.
Michael:I'm sorry. Do you get this look a lot?
Nemesis:Only from two other people. Um. Why are you giving me the look?
Michael:...because you confuse me, I suppose.
Nemesis:But I haven't done anything to confuse you yet!
Michael:Then we can attribute it to a basic misunderstanding. *smiles* Let's start over.
Nemesis:Okay. Um, how do we do that?
Michael:Introduce yourself? I'm afriad that you know my name, but I don't your yours.
Nemesis:Oh, that would help, wouldn't it? *Tilts head a bit* I'm Nemesis.
Michael:*smiles* A pleasure.
Nemesis:It is. ...now what?
Michael:*shrugs* What is it that one normally does in this situation?
Nemesis:I really don't know. Usually? Famine or Meta force me to tell them what happened and then they get mad and go on a rampage. Well, Famine does. Meta...just...um. Yeah.
Michael:I shan't do that. This is just a first meeting, of course.
Nemesis:Oh, alright. And it does make sense when they do it. They're horribly overprotective.
Michael:I'm afraid that, should we become friends, you will have the same problem with me.
Nemesis:*Eyes get wide* I will?
Michael:I'm sure.
Nemesis:Oh, wow. Um.
Michael:*frowns* I'm sorry. Have I upset you?
Nemesis:Oh, no. I just wasn't expecting that.
Michael:...good?
Nemesis:*Grins* I guess.
Michael:At any rate. *smiles*
Nemesis:What was I talking about?
Michael:Hastur.
Nemesis:.....oh. Him.
Michael:But we can talk about something out.
Michael:*else
Nemesis:We should! What should we talk about?
Michael:I have very little preference. *pauses* Tell me something about what life is like in this place.
Nemesis:....confusing.
Michael:I gathered so much.
Nemesis:And weird. But interesting.
Michael:Interesting is good.
Nemesis:It can be. Other times not really. Sometimes Easter turns me into a cat.
Michael:That's. Unfortunate.
Nemesis:That's how I ended up on Hastur's lap. Um.
Michael:I suppose that's better than ending up in his lap as you are.
Nemesis:....um.
Michael:Please, don't tell me you would prefer that.
Michael:If you do, I won't listen.
Nemesis:*Giggles a little* You remind me of Meta. But smarter. And no, it's just happened a few times. He changed me back into a human and I ended up there.
Michael:I see. *smiles* To be reminiscent of the Metatron is a compliment. Thank you.
Nemesis:You're welcome. ...it is?
Michael:Yes, it is.
Nemesis:Why's that?
Michael:He's admirable.
Nemesis:Oh. He is, really.
Michael:*nods*
Nemesis:But he's too nice sometimes.
Michael:Yes, he is.
Nemesis:Oh, and he can be scary, too.
Michael:Can he?
Nemesis:You didn't know that?
Michael:*lately, zomg* No, I did not.
Nemesis:...huh. Maybe it's just that older sibling thing, then.
Michael:*well... is something like Meta's older brother, so will not argue with that*
Nemesis:Once upon a time.
Michael:Once upon a time, what?
Nemesis:...I don't know.
Michael:*blinks* Well, finish the sentence, then.
Nemesis:There was a...turtle.
Michael:*smiles*
Michael:What about the turtle?
Nemesis:Ummm...*thinks* The turtle had a magical shell?
Michael:*listens, at any rate*
Nemesis:And...ummm...it went swimming.
Michael:*grins*
Michael:What does this have to do with its shell?
Nemesis:Ummm....the shell kept it from drowning.
Michael:If it was swimming, how was it about to drown?
Nemesis:...good point. Okay. It kept the carnivorous fish away.
Michael:Much better.
Nemesis:Okay. So there were pirhana in the lake.
Michael:*nods along*
Nemesis:And they were evil.
Michael:*...continues nodding*
Nemesis:And.....so he was a super good evil crime/pirhana fighting turtle.
Nemesis:Who had ninja skills.
Michael:*laughs aloud* I like him already.
Nemesis:Really? His name is Sue. He is a male frog named Sue.
Michael:I thought he was a turtle?
Nemesis:....Right. Turtle.
Nemesis:A boy turtle named sue. With super ninja action.
Michael:*grins*
Nemesis:And....he used his super ninja fighting action to get rid of the evil pirhanas.
Michael:I see. *considers* How did he ninja off the piranhas?
Nemesis:Umm...ninja shuriken magic.
Nemesis:And...The end?
Michael:The end, then.
Nemesis:[I figured she might as well end the story. Yes.]
Nemesis:*Giggles a bit* At least it wasn't a chicken this time.
Michael:It was a chicken before?
Nemesis:A kung-fu chicken.
Michael:A kung-fu chicken is the best sort.
Nemesis:Oh, yes.
Michael:*nods, liking Nemesis more and more*
Nemesis:*Totally likes this Michael guy, yeah* I also like flying vampire fish.
Michael:Flying vampire fish?
Nemesis:Yes. They don't like blood, though. They like seaweed.
Michael:Then what makes then vampires?
Nemesis:....I think the name is just a plot device.
Michael:I understand.
Nemesis:...I don't.
Nemesis:*Yawns* I'm going to go take a nap. It was nice to talk to you. Bye!
* Disconnected