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[retested]

WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, AMANDA. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 102.92.004.06 *** gameover has joined 102.92.004.06 <gameover> This is Amanda. <gameover> If you need to contact me, do so here. <gameover> DO NOT waste my time with stupid shit.

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<SageOfHope> backdated to some tbd day in last week and a half of feb

[expectional]

[Now that he knows the Fourth God really IS in the computers and can see what you type, he's not sure that contacting Amanda for information about the Fog God is the wisest choice. Especially not so soon after his conversation with the Fourth. But Ryslig is a big place and there's no way he'd be lucky enough to just stumble across her if he goes out for a walk.]

I'm not in trouble, which I know is the main reason you gave me this number. But I do have questions, and I'm not sure who else I can ask.
Or if this is even the place to be asking questions about the gods.
Specific, detailed questions, I mean.

[The kind of questions that could lead a person into joining one side or the other. He and Jataro have the general idea of things, but what they DON'T have is a solid reason to trust either god. They've both got their pros and cons, and it's making for a difficult decision for the boys.]

<gameover>

[retested]

Go ahead and ask. I'll answer what I can.

<SageOfHope> apr 7th

[expectional]

Where do you live? I need to talk to you in person.

<gameover>

[retested]

Where I live isn't safe for anyone but me. Tell me where to meet you.

<GREATFLOOD> MAY 2

[noasark]

[It's a rather. Brief message.]

I don't suppose I ever told you where I live?

[..........]

Please help, I'm currently locked in.

[WELL IT MUST BE VERY SERIOUS IF HE'S SAYING PLEASE]

<gameover> she finds this hilarious sans context

[retested]

What's wrong, fourth god take your opposable thumbs?

<FighterOfHope> May 2nd, late at night

[dameofhearts]

Shingetsu-kun trusts you a lot. If he went somewhere, he might tell you, right?

<gameover>

[retested]

You don't know where he is?

[Ohhh, that's not good. Don't they all live together in that little tree village?]

Is he missing? What the hell happened?

<wilhelm>

[goryteller]

Who's Gideon?

<gameover>

[retested]

[Two can play this game.]

Who's Michal?

<♡> whoops

[conceivesfrenzy]

There once was a boy who was a Halloween fanatic. He loved dressing up for Halloween, he loved pulling pranks and watching horror movies, and above everything else... he loved candy. One fateful year, while he went trick-or-treating, he visited a house. This house was creepy as hell! It was big, it was old, it smelled like a grandmother and it was owned by a happy, old rich couple. The boy came here thinking that he would be handed out big chocolate bars, because it was a rich person's house but when he knocked on their door... he was handed a bag of that shitty candy that nobody likes! Tootsie rolls, shitty flavoured dum-dums, those weird... peanut things... needless to say, the boy was heartbroken. He was so heartbroken that he died, right there on their porch and now, every Halloween he goes out and finds people to curse. He wants everyone to suffer the same way he did!

Everybody is already suffering from his curse!! Send this to ten people to break the curse, or to avoid getting cursed, or you'll be stuck looking freakier than usual for the rest of your life!!!!!!!!!!

<gameover> SHE'S VERY CONTRARY

[retested]

...Yeah, I'm not doing that. Are you really so fucking gullible as to buy into this chain mail bullshit?

<♡>

[conceivesfrenzy]

whats your name?

<gameover>

[retested]

Are you fucking kidding? It's stated right at the top of this inbox.

<Mello>

[thischaos]

About the dreams.

Tell me what you need me to do in order for you to assist effectively. I've pledged myself to Her, and I'm willing to shed enough blood to please her if it solves my problem.

I don't beg. Consider this a desperate situation.

<gameover>

[retested]

Tell me exactly what your problem is or I won't know if I CAN assist effectively.

Have you even spoken to Her about this?

POST FELFRI

[noasark]

Whatever you did on the other side, congratulations. It was as loud as I had hoped.

We on the 'Felfri' side were able to successfully hack 'paradise'.

(The bonfire appears to be as warm as it was meant to be for that matter.)

Apologies for the secrecy on that note- considering where we were and what I was, I wasn't in any position to risk plans slipping.

<gameover>

[retested]

I didn't do any of it alone. Aunamee deserves some of the credit.

I don't like being out of the fucking loop, but whatever. At least you did something while I thought you and Judai were just sitting on your asses.

I'm so sorry

[marcato]

Did you send Noa to speak with me?

<gameover> NEVER APOLOGIZE

[retested]

I did. He wanted to acknowledge your work in what we did for the Fog God's sake.

Action!

[hauntpadour]

[Egon has come to see Amanda, He doesn't know her... at all, but he is a vocal follower of the fog. He knows nothing about her other than she's the one people really fear, she's the crazy one.]

[He sure knows it now.]

Amanda, we need to speak.

[retested]

[The only reason she doesn't open the door with her gun already aimed and ready is because they're in Dyster right now. Amanda's perfectly aware how unpopular she can be among some of the Fog's children, but doubts any of them would have the balls to kill Her priestess in this partuclar little plane of reality.

Nevertheless, she does have the gun in hand as she opens the door, just in case. The muzzle is simply pointed at the floor.]

Oh yeah?

<saturnschild>

[marcato]

Hello Priestess.

Are you well?

<gameover>

[retested]

As well as I'm going to get. Why?

July 18th

[marcato]

There are enemies all around us Amanda snap their limbs and give them their due.

<gameover> (I'm assuming he posted this under his username. If not, lemme know!)

[retested]

What's going on?

<saturnschild>

[marcato]

There are some people I'd like you to help me kill.

<gameover>

[retested]

Sure. Who?

<VIRGIL>

[nobirdsallowed]

You set up the traps in Fairwell, right? The one I talked to about the immolating-trigger coffin?

His memories of the entire event are a little weird just because it somehow felt so long ago, because time shenanigans and all, but he does know Amanda- tangentially.

<gameover> sorry for the delay!

[retested]

I sure did. Virgil Alexandrescu, right?

<PasUnPolicier>

[inseine]

[Dated concurrently with this post.]

Good day, Mademoiselle Amanda.

I witnessed you earlier speaking to a creature, alias 'understanding,' about an organization called The Haze. I am unfamiliar with the purpose and workings of this organization. Do they work in the name of the Fog, or do they undermine Her will?

<gameover>

[retested]

Even the Haze doesn't know what the fuck they are. First they claim to be a Fog group, then they claim to be neutral. Whatever the fuck they are now, they act like they're on Her side, only to turn around and undermine Her priests. Always acting like we don't have Her approval in what we do. FUCK them.

Backdated to Dec 25 because life happens, so much,

[noasark]

[Amanda being an employee of the Labs, she receives one of the employee gift standards on Christmas/Nattenfest/whatever this place is celebrating this time. It's one of those large novelty heat-activated mugs, going from a solid black mug to an accurate diagram of the human heart. Aww.

The mug itself was bundled in a scarf, and inside the mug is some chocolates and a sort of gimmicky keychain with a bottle opener, flashlight, tape measure, and knife somehow in the same little package.

The real gift though, is a set of durable gloves for each hand she's got (the fingers can be removed for the sake of claws), and a great big cloak- it should allow for reasonably free movement, even with her wings.]

Letter, September 5th

[inseine]

[The following arrives as a written letter to the Priest Amanda to wherever-she-lives-in-Dyster. It slips into her home quite quietly no less than an hour after these exchanges on the RSDOS network.]

To the Fog Priest, Amanda,

First, it is with relief that I welcome you back to the peninsula. I am encouraged by Madame Fog's success in returning Her Most Loyal to good form.

Second, I write to you to submit my personal assurances that I will be seeing to Monseigneur King-of-the-Gods' well-being once the snake and her louts have finished their play. You are welcome to see me and speak on it.

Third, the reasons he found himself dipped in hot water was because he chose to apply himself to the purposes of restoring Madame Fog to Her full power. It is with sincere regret that I inform you Elias and his band of insurgents have conducted some effective measures against Her. I was only recently returned to the peninsula two months past, and witnessed one of these grave transgressions, and exacted just recourse for it, myself. It is a turbulent time. We must be smart about the moves we choose to make.

Fourth, I am intent on collaborating with like-minded Fog followers of rank to strategize as one effort. I have grown sick to death of disagreement, disorganization, and infighting amongst us. If we are to annihilate that conniving, miscreant excuse for a boy-god, we must coordinate our strikes for the fullest effect. It is my hope that you will choose to sit alongside us once I have assembled the players for our table, including M. Aunamee, who has already agreed to join us.

In the meanwhile, let the riffraff buy into the idea that we are still at one another's throats. The better the act, the less likely they shall see what is dawning on the horizon.

Do not use network communications regarding this affair unless you speak in obtuse, oblique terms. You may reach me at my Dyster home just off the square, or you may phone me at my office, [NUMBER HERE]. I await your consideration and swift response.

Best regards,
Javert
Warden of La Forteresse
Priest in the Service of the Fog
On the Fifth of September

Action!

[retested]

[That's a LOT to take in. Too much, in a way, and not because she's lacking in intellect. A sense of panic began to mount once she reached the mention of the Fourth's effective measures against the Fog, and it kept her from fully processing everything that came after. What the fuck? What the FUCK is Javert talking about? Even Aunamee's current plight pales next to this development.

Fuck phoning. Fuck writing back. Within ten minutes of receiving his letter she's on the front step of his Dyster home. The door offers no resistance as she makes to open it, but the sheer force of her rage leads her to smash it against the opposite wall with her swing.]

What are you talking about, "effective measures against Her?"

[She strides in as if he'd explicitly invited her to do so, cape swirling in her wake. She yanks the letter from her pocket and raises it with a trembling hand.]

Start talking.

Sep 11, Noonish

[noasark]

[After his meeting with Javert, Noa doesn't waste a minute.

The minute that vampire's out the door he's got his laptop open and is firing off a message to a well known address, even as his paws shake.]

Amanda?

Is it true?

You're here?

[If Amanda, for whatever reason, chose to simply bust in through the door instead of answering, she would find nothing unexpected.]

<gameover>

[retested]

Yeah. It's me.

[She would have reached out to him herself if she were in a better state of mind, but she's been locked in a state of self-punishment and mental anguish ever since...]

I assume Javert sent you. I told him to let you know, if you were still around.

<saturnschild> (after the event)

[marcato]

I have heard rumor of your return.

Will you confirm it for me, Amanda? Will you respond to this message?

<gameover>

[retested]

Yeah, it's me.

I'm sorry I couldn't come save you, but I'm relieved you're out now. I still don't know where that fucking well is.

[Not "I couldn't come save you because I didn't know where it was"; even if she had known, she wouldn't have been able to do a thing for him. Javert's description of the Fog God's plight horrified Amanda enough to stay her hand. Not that any of it keeps her from hating herself for her inaction...but she's been very deep in self-hatred overall ever since she got back.]

<Kudari>

[i_am_emmet]

Where were we at?

<gameover>

[retested]

We left off on your piss-poor attempt at ASCII art. What the fuck was that supposed to be?