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[desirenhate]

[There is a rumble throughout all the planets, and a series of strange flashes, green, white, and red, throughout the sky

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Beat to your heart's content, no death.

[dreamsting]

A sensible person's first response to the EERIE FLASHBANGS would probably not be 'oh, pretty'. But Cassandra is in no way a sensible girl, and the SICK BLACK LIGHT dancing through the skies reminds her nothing more of sleep and the whispers of her VERY HELPFUL DREAM BUDDIES.

When the SICKNASTY AURORAS subside to a scream of rage, her sparked curiosity catches alight and she begins to walk through the darkness towards the noise... And it isn't hard to find a spear-wielding alien when they're making this much noise!

Oblivious to the high-blooded rage taking the troll, Cassandra Ivatholl's greeting is cheerful. Her and her new-found friend are going to get along like a house on fire!

you sound like uh you stubbed your toe really bad
what happened

[desirenhate]

A house on fire might not be the best metaphor here.

With your FLIPPY LIGHTER and SEER OF SOUL powers, you are now attempting to change this saying to a human on fire.

[dreamsting]

You recoil from the fire, mildly scorched and extremely unhappy with your new roll as human a l'barbeque.

hey!!
im not an imp!!

[desirenhate]

It is moving its mouth and making noise.

You can't really hear it, though, so you figure it is probably just the hissing of a strange pink imp. Or you would assume such if you had any mental faculties at the moment past RAGE RAGE RAGE.

You use a wider, but thinner, sheet of fire this time.

[WOUND AWAY]

[musicbeams]

...welp D:

This is not good, in no small part because, well, you've kind of lost track of a month and now the awesome alien is going berserk. Worry about the former later, this is kind of a thing.

Time for some dumbass heroics. And an earsplitting whistle to get her attention.

[desirenhate]

An earsplitting whistle is met with a much more ominous whistle of a harpoon being hurled through the air at the stupid alien's gut.

[musicbeams]

You are suddenly reminded just how much you fucking love how fast you can duck. This is probably the worst idea you've ever had.

woah woah woaaah D:
man i am pretty sure i haven't been a dick to you lately
so whats with the sudden desire to tango doll

[desirenhate]

Being a harpoon, it's on a rope, which is attached to your arm.

You yank the rope, hard, pulling the harpoon back. It might even hit the stupid human on its way back, but that's probably hoping for too much.

death/grievous wounding okay let's see what happensss

[solarsignatus]

For the last two months, you've kept to yourself, trying to make maps of the Lands. In no part of these maps do you have something marked for 'highblood rampage'. This was an oversight on your part.

>Stand here and watch the carnage.

Huh, she's really going for it, isn't she?

[desirenhate]

You are indeed going for it. With a very sharp, very well-aimed harpoon.

Oh, and tag. Ani's it.

[solarsignatus]

Oh, fiddlesticks.

You block that with your CORALKIND as fast as you can, but it pushes you back a good few meters. How unpleasant.

...I wouldn't try that a second time, if I were you.

[desirenhate]

You try that a second time.

Meanwhile, a memo.

[advance_us_fair]

CURRENT tympanalicDesign [CTD] RIGHT NOW opened memo on board OPERATION GET UNPARADOXSTUCK.

CTD:
CTD ceased responding to memo.
CTD RIGHT NOW responded to memo.
CTD: agnira has
CTD: gone berserk
CTD: also
CTD: mind the new imps

[desirenhate]

FUTURE chilledCircuitry [FCC] 39 HOURS FROM NOW responded to memo.

FCC: so
FCC: uh
FCC: sorry

[advance_us_fair]

CTD: ya don't say
CTD: couldn't have
CTD: given us some warning or something

[desirenhate]

CCC: no
CCC: sorry
CCC: thought t was nder ctrl
CCC: smthn happnd

Just recalling what you saw is causing your head to throb again. You have apparently been set out on a new rampage, but this time your victims are only vowels.

wounding is fine, no death

[inevitableends]

You have always believed in "expect the worst, prepare for the worst, don't bother to hope for the best", and so when you see the UNUSUAL FLASHES that reflect off the slick glass of LOSAG, your initial reaction is to draw CELESTIAL CLARITY and prepare for the worst possible outcome, especially once the STRANGE IMPS AND CONSORTS appear.

And then the screaming starts. Whatever it is, it is likely to be VERY BAD and you want NO PART OF IT, especially without your full Witch of Time powers. You have prepared as best as you can, but DISCRETION IS THE BETTER PART OF VALOR.

--> Attempt to not draw attention to yourself.

[desirenhate]

You fall through the gate to the LAND OF STORM AND GLASS with a growl, land on the ground, and look around.

You make out, through the purple haze of your fury, a small shape in the distance. It's too dark to get a good look, so you get out your FLIPPY LIGHTER and throw as big a fireball as you can manage at it.

[inevitableends]

Fire is very bright against the dark: you can't see what threw it at you, though you can at least tell the direction it came from and you don't intend on putting your back to that direction. You have always been fast and you throw yourself sideways to try to escape the fire, your boots sliding against the glass: you escape being burned, mostly, but your frilly black witch's dress is scorched. You don't particularly care about the damage to your clothes but that was entirely too close for your liking.

[desirenhate]

The fully-awakened SAGE OF SOUL has many powers, as befitting such a role. Fire manipulation is only the most basic aspect. You are still fairly low on your ECHELADDER as far as your mythological role is concerned, and frankly you've fucked your session up so badly your odds of ever fully awakening to your role seem nil, especially as you intentionally avoid fulfilling that role to focus on coding instead. But still.

Among these powers, however, not a damn one of them is being able to see through your own light shows. With no idea that the thing dodged out of the way of your fire, you charge straight for where they were a minute ago.

It has been stated quite often, but still bears repeating: You're really kind of stupid while berserk.