<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993765</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:49:49.811-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventures of the Mistress of the Fallen One</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a story of a "normal" girl with a not-so-normal lifestyle. You decide if its fictional or non-fictional.
--I suggest that you read the very first post from October 26th, 2003, before proceeding to read any of the other posts.--</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkscarmistress.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993765/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkscarmistress.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Kitten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13509962325314598499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993765.post-106807685776302915</id><published>2003-11-05T19:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T19:01:01.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Terribly sorry for my absence. Life in your world has not been easy for me. But, I shan't discuss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Deva had a bit of a family reunion the other day. I met his parents and brother and sister and cousins and...ex girlfriend. Yes, I know, strange. Let me see if I can explain it to you:&lt;br&gt;Deva used to date her, but now she's with his idiotic cousin, Jason. Jason, I should say, is a bit too horny for his own good. He hit on me before he knew my name. Which I do not usually appreciate. And I didn't. Jason, at the moment, is solid ash. He's still recovering from his order of extra crispy KFC. (If you catch my drift.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Deva's immediate family seemed to be rather impressed that he snagged a human girlfriend. I don't understand why... I thought most human girls adored adorable cats...&lt;br&gt;His mother was a bit odd, but I think I liked his father. I absolutely love his brother and sister. Sam and Torcha are the cutest kittens ever, next to Deva. Sam's just cool, and Torcha, well, gotta love an adorable thing like her that has the ability to breathe fire. She may well be my *other* baby. (Baby number one being Cream.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Odd li'l quintet showed up, too. Called themselves the "Fearsome Five." Or something like that. Obliterated their leader after 3 of the remaining four refused to obey his orders. ((Quick catch-up: Leader-asshole wanted to be partners w/ Shadow in turning the Haven into an interworld whore house. Unacceptable. On top of that, he insulted me.)) The fourth seemed to be pretty pigheaded with the whole "Kill you" deal, so I fried him, and he's in recovery with Jason. I like the other three, though. Two of them especially. Hawk, most I think. He's adorable. I burned his V-Card last night. He seemed to enjoy it much. Not to mention, he was pretty beat afterward...&lt;br /&gt;I like Lynx (or Linx??) too. He's just my age, and kinda cute. A little less shy than Hawk, so I think I might string him along for a li'l bit longer. Sweet, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Other than that, nothing appropriate for you to hear, so I'll be off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Love and Catnip,&lt;br /&gt;Lycanthia &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5993765-106807685776302915?l=darkscarmistress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993765/posts/default/106807685776302915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993765/posts/default/106807685776302915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkscarmistress.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106807685776302915' title=''/><author><name>The Kitten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13509962325314598499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993765.post-106755684703876863</id><published>2003-10-30T18:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T18:34:08.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi, there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Did you miss me? I'll bet you did. &lt;i&gt;Everyone&lt;/i&gt; does. ::grins::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Tuesday night is not a night to be discussed in public, therefore, I shall speak of last night in its stead. ((As you can see, only about 1 of 2 nights are appropriate to discuss with the general public.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;The boys were showing off their Halloween costumes last night -- a rather amusing event, as it was. Lets see if I can remember:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Segas&lt;/b&gt; (Sonic, Knux, and "crew") went all &lt;i&gt;Matrix&lt;/i&gt;-y. Sonic made a rather pathetic Neo, but, I must say, Dr. R made &lt;i&gt;quite&lt;/i&gt; a convincing Agent. Tails as well. Hehe...also, seeing Mighty squeek around in skintight vinyl was quite a sight to behold... Rini's still recovering from that one, I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;An interesting idea from the "family." Arrow pulled out an Austin Powers costume, while his sister, Brigid, Shadara, and his girlfriend, each were several of "Austin's bitches." ...You know what I mean. Alex, of course, was Number Two, and ((this is the funniest of all)) Dimitri was Dr. Evil himself. I collapsed laughing when I saw that one. ((You must imagine this: Normally, Dimitri has gorgeous, spikey black and white hair and a pretty full beard. He, somehow, managed to pull off a cue ball cap and some queer knockoff over his chin.)) Anya looked as if she was going to kill him. ((Of course, she wasn't standing as close to him, and actually thought he had shaved.)) It was &lt;i&gt;hilarious&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;...The Donwundans pulled a "Talk Like A Pirate Day" on me. ((Dress like a pirate, too!)) Scared me half to death, I thought they'd been sniffing some of Guru's "incense." But, no, my scary boys were, indeed, sober. ::sighs::&lt;br /&gt;Glyde scared me a bit, dressing up as Shadow. *Not* a pretty sight...&lt;br /&gt;Most of my other boys randomly "Gothed" out or went for their namesake ((Axl was Axl Rose, Kal was Superman, etc)) But, Shadow, Shadow had the sexiest costume of all.&lt;br /&gt;With a little help from Natalia, he managed to pull of a pretty damn convincing Phantom of the Opera. ((Beyond SEXINESS!)) ::meows::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Eh...I think I'll be going now. Tell you a bit about today tomorrow. ::yawns::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;-Lycanthia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5993765-106755684703876863?l=darkscarmistress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993765/posts/default/106755684703876863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993765/posts/default/106755684703876863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkscarmistress.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106755684703876863' title=''/><author><name>The Kitten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13509962325314598499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993765.post-106738228930905149</id><published>2003-10-28T18:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T18:41:38.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Since I'm not quite sure any of you are ready to hear the events of Sunday night, last night should suffice...although the events weren't nearly as interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Night started off as per the usual. Randomly ran to talk to one of the guys -- this time it was Vegeta. We had a nice little chat about life, death, and all that sort of thing. Nothing particularly fascinating. Except that he asked me if I had ever asked Shadow if sprouting wings hurt. Well, of course I had -- I mean it hurt for me, and I had to know if that was normal-- and I asked him why he asked. And he told me he just wanted to know for future refernce in case he's ever an angel. &lt;br /&gt;So that kinda worries me as to whether or not he's leaving something out. Like he thinks he's gonna die or something. --He said he didn't, but I'm still curious.--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Payed my debt to Walt. --I don't exactly remember why I was indebtted to him, just that I was.--  So, I was nice enough to let him fulfill a fantasy. --Sex in the shower-- The quite adorable thing is that he seemed to be looking forward to it! He was...clean, and even smelled nice --y'know, like he showered 15 minutes before-- Anyway, he was actually very good, which surprised me, considering...well, he's Walt. We cuddled a bit afterward, and he was all strong and manly in that adorbale way guys are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Played with Marik on the roof for awhile. We had a long, long, talk about how alone he used to feel, being a tomb keeper and all, and how happy he is he has me, because apparently I'm all he has. He is *quite* the sweetie. --I wasn't paying avid attention to our exact words for the simple reason that before I went up to the roof, he was meditating, shirtless. Yummy! --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;After all that, I was too beat to do anything else, so I decided to crash -- as did most of the girls.&lt;br /&gt;...haven't seen Cream in a day or so...wonder if she locked herself in the bedroom with Gohan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Woke up next to a body that was (presumably) Walt. Deva was all curled up keeping my feet warm, the sweetie. Everyone else seemed to be scattered around, like usual. They all pretty much dispersed when it was time for me to make my daily trip back to your world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now, to answer a few questions: &lt;i&gt;Yes, I repay debts with sexual favors.&lt;/i&gt; Another: &lt;i&gt;Yes, I do love Walt.&lt;/i&gt; And, lastly: &lt;i&gt;Yes! I am dating most of the boys around here. The ones with girlfriends are exceptions, of course, as are Ristar and a few others.&lt;/i&gt; I think that covers pretty much everything except that I'm going through booze withdrawl. I haven't had a drink in two days! ::cries:: I'll make a beeline for the bar tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Catch you on the flip side!&lt;br&gt;-Lycanthia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5993765-106738228930905149?l=darkscarmistress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993765/posts/default/106738228930905149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993765/posts/default/106738228930905149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkscarmistress.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106738228930905149' title=''/><author><name>The Kitten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13509962325314598499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993765.post-10672938523450487</id><published>2003-10-26T15:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T18:59:34.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Greetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;As my first official action as the Fallen One's Mistress, I would like to congratulate you for stumbling upon the archives of my days. You are fortunate that I welcome all strangers with open arms. You will, I am sure, find that I can be &lt;i&gt;quite&lt;/i&gt; accommodating. But we shall discuss that at a later time. For now, I would like to give you the proper background on my Safe Haven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;First, I shall tell you of its inhabitants. ((This alone may occupy most of your stay for today.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt;, for those of you who do &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; know me, am Lycanthia Hestia Raven, the Mistress of the Fallen One. I am, as of this day, 14 years, 6 months, 1 week, and 4 days of age. However, I believe you shall find that my mien and my mind far surpass my years. I possess hair of violet-black and eyes of lavender. I stand at a mere 5 feet, 4 inches. As you soon shall see, my size has no effect on the limits of my power. Me element is fire, of which I have almost complete control over. I wield two silver scythes, and am nearly adept at their usage. My Goddesses are &lt;i&gt;Bastet&lt;/i&gt;, cat-goddess and guardian of the Underworld, and &lt;i&gt;Hecate&lt;/i&gt;, goddess of the Dark Moon. My powers fluctuate with the 27-day Moon Cycle; my strongest days being the Full and Dark Moons. My clan is that of the Dark Scar, a recently reformed magickal Dynasty. In your world, I am nothing more than a "Freak," but in mine, I am one of the most powerful elementals one could imagine meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;My Consort is Shadow James Valentine, the Fallen One himself. He is 16 years, 11 months, 2 weeks, and 5 days of age on this day. His hair is black as pitch, and his eyes the clearest, iciest blue. He stands just above me at 5 feet, 6 inches. Shadow's element is ice, a fitting match for him. His weapon of choice is his scepter, which he can pull out of the Void at will. He absorbs his power from the Sun, storing it in a blue crystal he wears on the chain around his neck. He is the "prince," the leader of the new generation of Dark Scars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Shadow's family consists of 6 others:&lt;br&gt;&lt;uL&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;His father, Dimitri Valentine; the original founder of the Dark Scar Dynasty, he has since then relinquished his life of evil and begun to reconcile for his past. Dimitri is an ageless and wise man, when the circumstances permit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;His step-mother, Anastasia Brigitte Liasôn-Valentine; an honorary Dark Scar, Anya holds this position not only due to her marriage to Dimitri. Her first marriage was to Johnathan Liasôn, a Dark Scar assassin. Upon his termination from the Old Dynasty, Johnathan drunkenly bestowed Anya with the ceremonial scar given to female clan members. Anya, a 45-year old Englishwoman, is the closest thing to a mother Shadow has ever known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;His brother, Arrow Valentine; --I cannot speak much of him as I do not know him well-- bent on becoming Shadow's equal, he has struggled to gain the abilities of the Fallen One. I am proud that he has succeeded in doing so. The wings are his, as are similar powers. The only true difference lies in his element, lightning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Li&gt;His sister, Natalia Valentine; formerlknownwn as Syndrome, mysterious opponent of both the Dark Scar and the Fallen One, she has since reunited with her family and taken her role as heiress to the (reformed) Dark Scar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;His step-brother, Declan Liasôn; notorious for his stupidity, Declan rarely emerges from his studio. He is only known for his single heroic act, committed when he was just 11 years old, the act of knocking out his father before his drunken rampage could go any farther.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;His step-sister, Brigid Liasôn; Declan's twin also spends much of her time in her room, for reasons we shall not discuss. She is a "Rockette" with all the grace of a swan, and all the manners of a homeless person. She really is good at heart, though.&lt;/uL&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Now that I have given you a suitable description of Shadow's family, I will introduce you to some people you may be more familiar with.&lt;br&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sonic, the (former) Hedgehog. Indeed, he is the video game character so many of you have played. Here, he is human, but still a hero and the fastest thing alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shadow, the (former) Evil Hedgehog. His rivalry with Sonic is now friendly, and while he still mourns the loss of Maria, he can function normally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Knuckles, the (former) Echidna. Once the hotheated loner, Knux is now one of the most popular boys here. Add that to his love of music, and we have a &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; talented DJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Knack, the (former) Weasel. Humanoid, crazy, and significantly less evil, Knack has ceases to be a bounty hunter and has enlishted as a mercenary for Avalanche. By night, he his the life of the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The 4 Chaotix:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;-Charmy the Bee. Small, charming, and lovable. He hasn't changed much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;-Vector the Crocodile. Still rough and tough, he's taken on the "ghetto" persona. Honestly, he's the only true "gangsta."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;-Mighty the Armadillo. Buff, bad-ass, but still rather shy. He's quite cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;-Espio the Chameleon. Crafty and sly, he could sneak up on even the most alert. He has a sweet side, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;These boys are most commonly found in a corner, playing video games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Miles "Tails" Prower, the Fox. All-grown up, Tails is still a genius, and he is &lt;i&gt;still&lt;/i&gt; adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Valdez, the Chameleon. Espio's older bother, he's even sweeter, and even &lt;i&gt;more&lt;/i&gt; charming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The 5 Donwundans:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;-Walt, the Wallaby. An idiot, plain and simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;-Bill, the Platypus. The most intelligent of the bunch. While that does not say much, it &lt;i&gt;must&lt;/i&gt; count for something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;-"Wombat Stu." A bit of a goofy name, as you can see. He is quite enjoyable company, however.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;-Guru, the Emu. A modern hippie. Drugs, pacifism, and that sort seem to be his "bag." (baby!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;-Barby, the Koala. A bit of a crude "biker chick," she's the only female member of the crew, yet seems to think of her mates as just that - friends, and nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;These five share one quality other than their accents. They are all drunkards. Yes, hopeless drunkards.&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;To the mix, I'll add the former villain and his new mistress.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dr. Ivo Robotnik. You have probably heard of him, but, I assure you, he is not the evil mastermind you know. He is, instead, a bio-mechanical genius, specializing in replacing mechanical limbs with biological ones and vice-versa. He has made a truce with Sonic, and no longer actively plots world domination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dr. Rebekah Dvorianie. CEO of Robotechnics International. Another "genius" of a different sort. Totally devoted, as well as betrothed, to Dr. Robotnik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Willow Theresa Thorpe-Robotnik. Dr. Robotnik's adopted daughter. She was a computer genius even before she met her current father. After he turned down her offer of a romantic relationship on the count of age differences, she suggested he adopt her, claiming her biological mother wouldn't even notice. That claim stands true to this day.&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;And Willow's lover:&lt;uL&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kal Kent. The &lt;i&gt;new&lt;/i&gt; Man of Steel. Indeed this boy is Superman, and quite an exemplary one at that. When he is not saving the world, he "chills" at the Safe Haven with his girlfriend.&lt;/uL&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Here, I should add the girlfriends of the "Segas," who you are most likely &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; familiar with:&lt;uL&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Princess Arissa of Elenia. You may or may not know of her, but this Arissa is &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; the immoral sisiter of Aldreas presented in David Eddings' &lt;u&gt;The Elenium&lt;/u&gt;, but the younger sister of Queen Ehlana, named after her aunt. She has inevitably fallen for Tails, and spends all of her time in his company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aterematsu "Rini" Mizuno. "Velvety, Mopey, Goth" and girlfriend to Mighty. She is telekinetic and spends most of her time in bed with Mighty or beating the other Chaotix at video games.&lt;/uL&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, I shall tell you of a group of young men who happen to be &lt;i&gt;incredibly&lt;/i&gt; popular as of late:&lt;uL&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Malik Ishtal, more commonly Marik Ishtar. ((Yes, the YuGiOh character. I told you there are I variety of people here.)) Sweet sensual, bad-ass. He's everything a girl wants. ((&lt;i&gt;This&lt;/i&gt; girl wants, anyway.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Odion, "manservant" and protector of Marik. Loyal, kind of like a puppydog. Cute as one, too, if he wasn't so, well, &lt;i&gt;huge&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ryou Bakura, usually just Bakura. The incredibly adorable one. Even his Yami is cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seto Kaiba. The first of the group I met. Fiercely competetice, but still loveable. He came to the Safe Haven for some much-deseved tie off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yami. As in Yami Yugi, also known as the Pharaoh. His stay here didn't start off well, but things seems to be fine, now. He's rather formal, and really quite shy.&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now I believe I shall close with the rest of my "posse," those who I have accidentally omitted or do not seem to fit into a category.&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vega. The Fallen One on which the prophecies are based. Once imprisoned by his successor, he has been freed and granted absolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Glyde. Prince of this region. A kind young man with amazing combat skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kayla. Glyde's wife. Good at heart, but not too bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kyle. Glyde and Kayla's son. Still an infant, but &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; crafty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Deva. Omnimorphic feline-like being. Very sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gyro. Deva's human personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"X," formerly Megaman. Recently operated on and made completely biological by Dr. Robotnik. ((Think &lt;i&gt;Bicentennial Man&lt;/i&gt;.)). Quite naive, but nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vegeta. Prince Vegeta. Old, but still quite sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trunks. Vegeta's son. Easy enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ishizu Ishtar. Marik's sister. Arrow's girlfriend. Her necklace shows the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ristar. A newcomer. I shall tell you more when I know more of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sephiroth. Slightly odd, but quite sexy. Mildly less evil, or so I've heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alex Diego. Local pirate, captain of the Dragoness. He's our bartender.&lt;li&gt;Shadara Diego. Alex's sister. Local lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cream, the Bunny. Usual bait for capture. Adorable. Loves her Chao, and her "ma." ((That would be me. Cream is my baby.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Metal-Sonic. Just call him Metal. Pretty sweet, for a 'bot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Axl. Guitar-player. The reincarnation of Axl Rose. Great guy, honestly.&lt;/uL&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Hopefully, I haven't left anyone out. For now, I give you a brief description of the Safe Haven.&lt;br /&gt;It is a basically non-descript building in the center of this world. It consists of many, many bedrooms, a laboratory, several bathrooms, and a large living room. Decorated to the taste of each individual, it is cluttered, but colorful and roomy. We like to call it home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;I fear I have overstayed my welcome in your world. Alas, I must depart.&lt;br /&gt;Before I do so, however, it comes to my attention that you may not be used to the way I speak, for, I must admit, neither am I. Therefore, I shall speak with less formality on our next meeting, which I hope shall be on the morrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Farewell, my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5993765-10672938523450487?l=darkscarmistress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993765/posts/default/10672938523450487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5993765/posts/default/10672938523450487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkscarmistress.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#10672938523450487' title=''/><author><name>The Kitten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13509962325314598499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
