No thank you. That gets really old really fast, man; I've seen people get on magazine covers. I /know/ a few; they never really liked the fame that came with it. Of course, these are fellow chosen we're talking about here, sooooo...

...do restraining orders from other people count? Cause yeah, then I have. Errrrr...happy times? I WAS STUPID BACK THEN OKAY.

Get it to someone who can fix it, most likely. Depending on what it decides to do, I might keep it. Maybe; do what's best for the little thing in the end.

Whoa hey-THAT'S COOL. 8D How do you /do/ that, man!

Markie Satellites. Well, errrr...that's a new one. :'D

Honestly, /I/ was the celebrity crush in the relationship. :'D

But nah, I never really had any crushes on famous people.

No that I'm a seer or anything, but if I /really/ get the feeling it'd be a little like this. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Psq00mBgaQI

Play

/NO/. NO HITTING KIDS.

Not really. Well, I've gotten a few Loyd spellings before, but it's not /common/. I've heard "EEvangale" instead of /Ivan/gale. Like, Ivan the name, and then gale like the wind. Or "EEvengaal". There's an "e" at the end, folks.

Okay, so maybe so my answer isn't "not really", but it doesn't happen /that/ often.

I always asked for mia Papa to come back, when I was really little. Didn't...really help, but I was trying to cope. I don't think I ever fully /believed/ though; the best was that he gave the gifts to Mama, and she was the one who put them under the tree.

Nah. I can shoot between a curled tongue though. 8D

...err, the person'll still lose it, by the way. I've only tried this on enemies. It's kinda fun though.

Water.

I am the blackbird of /death/. 8D

If I /had/ any choice, I'd like to be the next Deceiver, man. One of the pantheon gods in the Hierarchy. But I doubt I'll have the chance, since the /current/ one's in good shape. I dunno what my next life would be, really.

Ha. Ha. Oh, and another ha.

You too, man. Good luck! *Orion might've been onto something after all, and he didn't completely fuck up the first impressions, which was always a plus. Not even the cold hand could get rid of the cheer in his voice, and at some point he'd turn away, nodding when he dissipates...wherever he decided to go.

He chats pleasantly with the secretary, before inquiring about the passages: claiming Orion was the one who told him about which one he needed to ask for. He walks the tunnels in silence, wondering when the chaos would make a turning point, or when it would end.*

No idea. I think by the time I decided what I'd want to invent, it'd already exist.

What now? 8D

That's what happens when they have a leader they /want/ to protect, man. Respect can do a lot when used properly-...oh right. Errrrr. Sorry about that. Lemme go...find that lady, yeah.

*He starts to head back the way he came, but stops and offers the rubber band to the air.* Oh wait, here, you can have this back. Just in case you need it.