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tanarillAllen gets OOC, and I will eventually have to explain all of the science here. And revise like woah. On the other hand, I have successfully stolen this part of the Crack and now have free reign to make it my own. Booyah!
Title: I don't know, should there be one?
Fandom: Butch Hartman's Danny Phantom and, of course, the Crack.
Rating: Still G
Warnings: Geekyness. You have to wait to find out what prions are. Nya!
The first time he saw her, she was sitting on library steps, nursing her coffee, and reading her psychology textbook. The sun was shining on her bright golden-orange hair, and that was what caught him. If you could somehow package the reflection, no vampire undead would stand a chance. The part of him that wasn’t human was screeching that there was something off about her, and Allen had long ago learned to listen to that part of himself. Even if he didn’t like it, it was the part that noticed the things which saved his life.
She squinted up at him when he stepped into her sun, and mildly asked, “Can I help you?”
He hadn’t really thought about what to say, and his stranger half tended to take over when he wasn’t guarding against it, so the first thing out of his mouth was, “Are you a vampire?”
She blinked, and then said, “Do you normally walk up to complete strangers and ask if they’re mythological beings? For that matter, how could I be a vampire? It’s a bright, sunny day and you’re blocking my light.”
“There’s something weird about you.” It was not the most tactful thing to say, but it was the truth.
The woman narrowed her eyes at him and said, “There’s something weird about everybody. I’ll thank you to keep your weirdness to yourself.”
Danger, warned his other half, and he listened. “Sorry,” he said, and left. It was not a retreat. Vampires-I’m not a vampire-don’t retreat.
But . . . who was she, and why did she shine like a beacon to his inhuman senses?
***
It hurt to do this. It always hurt to use those powers granted him by an unfortunate meeting so long ago that he barely remembered, although his parents both assured him time and time
again that they loved him no less for it. He believed them; he’d be dead if they didn’t, after all. And the pain was good, since it reminded him to never let himself go too far and become that which he fought.
Everything was much sharper like this, colors more vivid, sounds more distinct. And the scents, layered over everything like a four-dimensional map. It was dark now, but that hardly mattered. She had spent hours on the library steps, and she was a vivid fire-orange trail all across campus. He moved fast, not as fast as his prey-brethren, whispered his mind-enemies could when they were really moving, but fast. He couldn’t see what it was about her that had set him off, but he could feel it, an intrinsic part of her. And for all that, as he retraced the path she’s taken that day, he couldn’t find it. It was there, all around, and he couldn’t find it.
It was time to call in the big guns.
***
“Hi mom.”
“Allen! Are you okay? Why haven’t you called?”
“Fine, mom. Just got wrapped up in the 8791 strain. It looked pretty promising, even managed to convert a couple hundred of mine. But the temperature has to be above boiling, so it wouldn’t work in the field . . . still, I think I’m on the right track.”
“That’s good. Your father and I have managed to isolate two new strains. We’re calling them 9676 and 9677. Seven-six is vulnerable to point-one degree temperature changes, so we don’t think they’ll last for long. Seven-seven is a problem, though. It’s pretty robust, and it looks like there don’t have to be as many to get the same results. You sister has already upgraded. Do you want me to send you a sample too?”
“Any side effects? Besides the obvious, I mean.”
“It decomposes cholesterol faster, so you might need to eat more.”
“Any negative side effects?”
“Would we let your sister use it if there were?”
“All right, mom. Send it over. Also, can you send an ID kit?”
“Why?” He could practically hear his mother’s eyes narrow.
“I met this girl . . . at worst, she’s like me and Lupae,” he said, to head off any questions, “But I don’t think she is. There’s just something off. I don’t know what it is, and I want to find out.”
“You checked her?”
“Mom!”
“All right, all right. Just asking. You realize that she might be coming from a different branch altogether, right?”
“Yes! That’s why I want the kit. If it can’t ID her, then I’ll start to worry.”
“Okay. I’ll send one over. Now, tell me about your results for 8791 . . . ”
***
It hadn’t been that hard to acquire a strand of her hair. Allen had been surprised about that. But where other people would pick at fingernails and play with pencils, she ran her hands through a yard of orange-gold hair. Occasionally, some of it would end up on the floor, and if she sat somewhere for any length of time, it was easy to go in afterward and pick it up.
But the tests, so far all of them, had come up negative.
She was not a vampire, and as he had suspected, she wasn’t like him either. She was not a werewolf; the viral signature for that was as distinct as the prions that made vampires. She was not any variety of magic-although the residue of that was hard to isolate, people either blazed with it or hadn’t any at all, and she had none at all. She was not a giant, either fire or ice. She was not a spirit and could not talk to them. She had no guardian spirit either-
The machine blipped, and changed its display to read “Positive.” He looked up at it. It beeped again, to read “Negative.” And again, back to “Positive.” He ran that test again. She was not a spirit and could not talk to them. She had no guardian spirit-the machine blipped, and now read “Positive” for a moment before changing back to “Negative.” He began counting under his breath, but the display had changed back to “Positive” before he got to five. He ran the test a third time. Still not psychic, still both a guardian spirit and no guardian spirit at the same time. Was it even possible to only have a guardian spirit half the time?
He picked up the phone.
***
“No, she’s not a ghost. The kit can’t decide whether or not she has a guardian spirit. It almost as if . . . this is going to sound stupid. It’s almost as if she’s dealing with a guardian spirit that isn’t specifically her’s on a regular basis.”
“Have you tried the test for kami, stupid?”
“What?”
“Have you tested for small gods of nature? Honestly, big bro, if there’s one around, the spirit test tends to go haywire. It’s because kami aren’t guardians but are spirits.”
“No, I haven’t.”
“You go do that. Call me back if it doesn’t tell you anything.”
***
Ring. Ring. Ring. He held the phone up to his ear and hoped that his mother was going to pick up. He was going to hang up if it was Lupae again.
“Hello?” He breathed a sigh of relief. His mother.
“There aren’t any kami, mom. Or there are. The kit can’t decide. Just like the spirit test.”
“Now that is unusual. And she comes up negative for everything else?”
“Yes.”
“It’s possible that she’s something we haven’t ever dealt with before.”
“I know. But even if she is, she seems benign.”
“Yes, and so did Piotr until he went after you and Lupae.” He heard her sigh. “Listen, I’m going to send over some bugs, okay? You send the kit back, along with six or seven isolated samples and your results in hardcopy. I’ll copy them and then pass the rest of it on to Budapest. If they can’t find anything either, someone will probably send a field agent.”
Allen grimaced. He disliked agents. Half the time they had no idea how to behave around him, and the other half they treated him scarcely better than the supernatural they hunted.
Besides, vampires are territorial. They don’t like to share.
***
The trackers arrived. He had some trouble getting one on her backpack, but not too much. It became clear when he bumped into her that she didn’t recognize him from their one previous encounter. While this was useful, he found himself oddly unhappy that she had forgotten him so easily.
Her name was Jazz.
Budapest got the hair samples, and sent back a negative on the need for an agent. They requested more samples. Allen breathed a sigh of relief. His research on strain 9771 began turning up promising results, being able to completely react a few of the less robust strains and even converting half of his prions at body temperature-by this time, all of his prions having been converted to the 9677 strain.
And then, one day, Jazz discovered the tracker.
***
“Vladimir Masters, I know that you’re listening to this. I’m going to tell you once and only once: leave me and Danny alone.”
The signal from the bug abruptly flatlined.
***
“Hey mom. Did you get the results from the last set of tests?”
“Yes, Allen. These are really impressive. I think that if you extended the beta pleat by another amino acid, it might be our golden boy. But surely you didn’t just call for the flattery.”
“Who is Vladimir Masters?”
“Masters? He’s a benign class seven. Occasionally provides funding for some of our more . . . esoteric projects. He’s a Packers fan,” she added, knowing that her son would want to know his football team. “Why?”
“Could he afford, say, a remote broadcasting tracker?”
“I’m sure he could. Now once again, why?”
“Because Jazz-”
“Who?”
“Jazz. You know, the one the kit couldn’t identify? Well, she found the tracker and immediately assumed it had been put there by Masters. I’ll send you the sound bite later. Have any clue why she might do that? For that matter, have any clue why he’d put a trace on her?”
“No. I’ll call you back.”
***
“Allen? I did some digging on Masters. I had to go back pretty far. Turns out he used to be pretty close with your Jazz’s parents in college. The families got back in touch seven years ago, and Masters has been tracing all of them ever since. You wouldn’t believe how hard it was for Lupae to find that. He’s hiding something else, but his home system has at least one learning algorithm in it somewhere, and Lupae can’t crack it. Anyway, even if your Jazz found ours, it’s likely that he also has a bug around her somewhere. This is now a code six. Jazz knows whatever it is that Masters is hiding. Find it out.”
***
“Jazz, right?”
“And you are . . . ?”
“Allen. Allen Hark. I . . . asked if you were a vampire?”
“Oh. Yes, I remember. Any particular reason why you did that?”
“Spur-of-the-moment crazy? It was the first thing that popped into my head. I didn’t expect you to use logic. I . . . well, I wanted to tell you that I’m sorry, and that I think you’re pretty. And I’d like to get to know you.”
She raised one elegant eyebrow. “That has got to be,” she said, “the worst pick-up I have ever heard. And I have heard some pretty bad ones.”
“Oh,” he said, turning to leave.
“That didn’t mean I was rejecting the offer.”
So, I am apparently now the Crack Consultant. I shall use my awesome powers of knowing the most useless trivia ever to find scientific explanations for all of it! Which means that this week is going to be Tanarill Explains Her Alt!Crack Week. Tomorrow: What is a prion, and why you shouldn't be too worried about having them in your blood.
Title: I don't know, should there be one?
Fandom: Butch Hartman's Danny Phantom and, of course, the Crack.
Rating: Still G
Warnings: Geekyness. You have to wait to find out what prions are. Nya!
The first time he saw her, she was sitting on library steps, nursing her coffee, and reading her psychology textbook. The sun was shining on her bright golden-orange hair, and that was what caught him. If you could somehow package the reflection, no vampire undead would stand a chance. The part of him that wasn’t human was screeching that there was something off about her, and Allen had long ago learned to listen to that part of himself. Even if he didn’t like it, it was the part that noticed the things which saved his life.
She squinted up at him when he stepped into her sun, and mildly asked, “Can I help you?”
He hadn’t really thought about what to say, and his stranger half tended to take over when he wasn’t guarding against it, so the first thing out of his mouth was, “Are you a vampire?”
She blinked, and then said, “Do you normally walk up to complete strangers and ask if they’re mythological beings? For that matter, how could I be a vampire? It’s a bright, sunny day and you’re blocking my light.”
“There’s something weird about you.” It was not the most tactful thing to say, but it was the truth.
The woman narrowed her eyes at him and said, “There’s something weird about everybody. I’ll thank you to keep your weirdness to yourself.”
Danger, warned his other half, and he listened. “Sorry,” he said, and left. It was not a retreat. Vampires-I’m not a vampire-don’t retreat.
But . . . who was she, and why did she shine like a beacon to his inhuman senses?
***
It hurt to do this. It always hurt to use those powers granted him by an unfortunate meeting so long ago that he barely remembered, although his parents both assured him time and time
again that they loved him no less for it. He believed them; he’d be dead if they didn’t, after all. And the pain was good, since it reminded him to never let himself go too far and become that which he fought.
Everything was much sharper like this, colors more vivid, sounds more distinct. And the scents, layered over everything like a four-dimensional map. It was dark now, but that hardly mattered. She had spent hours on the library steps, and she was a vivid fire-orange trail all across campus. He moved fast, not as fast as his prey-brethren, whispered his mind-enemies could when they were really moving, but fast. He couldn’t see what it was about her that had set him off, but he could feel it, an intrinsic part of her. And for all that, as he retraced the path she’s taken that day, he couldn’t find it. It was there, all around, and he couldn’t find it.
It was time to call in the big guns.
***
“Hi mom.”
“Allen! Are you okay? Why haven’t you called?”
“Fine, mom. Just got wrapped up in the 8791 strain. It looked pretty promising, even managed to convert a couple hundred of mine. But the temperature has to be above boiling, so it wouldn’t work in the field . . . still, I think I’m on the right track.”
“That’s good. Your father and I have managed to isolate two new strains. We’re calling them 9676 and 9677. Seven-six is vulnerable to point-one degree temperature changes, so we don’t think they’ll last for long. Seven-seven is a problem, though. It’s pretty robust, and it looks like there don’t have to be as many to get the same results. You sister has already upgraded. Do you want me to send you a sample too?”
“Any side effects? Besides the obvious, I mean.”
“It decomposes cholesterol faster, so you might need to eat more.”
“Any negative side effects?”
“Would we let your sister use it if there were?”
“All right, mom. Send it over. Also, can you send an ID kit?”
“Why?” He could practically hear his mother’s eyes narrow.
“I met this girl . . . at worst, she’s like me and Lupae,” he said, to head off any questions, “But I don’t think she is. There’s just something off. I don’t know what it is, and I want to find out.”
“You checked her?”
“Mom!”
“All right, all right. Just asking. You realize that she might be coming from a different branch altogether, right?”
“Yes! That’s why I want the kit. If it can’t ID her, then I’ll start to worry.”
“Okay. I’ll send one over. Now, tell me about your results for 8791 . . . ”
***
It hadn’t been that hard to acquire a strand of her hair. Allen had been surprised about that. But where other people would pick at fingernails and play with pencils, she ran her hands through a yard of orange-gold hair. Occasionally, some of it would end up on the floor, and if she sat somewhere for any length of time, it was easy to go in afterward and pick it up.
But the tests, so far all of them, had come up negative.
She was not a vampire, and as he had suspected, she wasn’t like him either. She was not a werewolf; the viral signature for that was as distinct as the prions that made vampires. She was not any variety of magic-although the residue of that was hard to isolate, people either blazed with it or hadn’t any at all, and she had none at all. She was not a giant, either fire or ice. She was not a spirit and could not talk to them. She had no guardian spirit either-
The machine blipped, and changed its display to read “Positive.” He looked up at it. It beeped again, to read “Negative.” And again, back to “Positive.” He ran that test again. She was not a spirit and could not talk to them. She had no guardian spirit-the machine blipped, and now read “Positive” for a moment before changing back to “Negative.” He began counting under his breath, but the display had changed back to “Positive” before he got to five. He ran the test a third time. Still not psychic, still both a guardian spirit and no guardian spirit at the same time. Was it even possible to only have a guardian spirit half the time?
He picked up the phone.
***
“No, she’s not a ghost. The kit can’t decide whether or not she has a guardian spirit. It almost as if . . . this is going to sound stupid. It’s almost as if she’s dealing with a guardian spirit that isn’t specifically her’s on a regular basis.”
“Have you tried the test for kami, stupid?”
“What?”
“Have you tested for small gods of nature? Honestly, big bro, if there’s one around, the spirit test tends to go haywire. It’s because kami aren’t guardians but are spirits.”
“No, I haven’t.”
“You go do that. Call me back if it doesn’t tell you anything.”
***
Ring. Ring. Ring. He held the phone up to his ear and hoped that his mother was going to pick up. He was going to hang up if it was Lupae again.
“Hello?” He breathed a sigh of relief. His mother.
“There aren’t any kami, mom. Or there are. The kit can’t decide. Just like the spirit test.”
“Now that is unusual. And she comes up negative for everything else?”
“Yes.”
“It’s possible that she’s something we haven’t ever dealt with before.”
“I know. But even if she is, she seems benign.”
“Yes, and so did Piotr until he went after you and Lupae.” He heard her sigh. “Listen, I’m going to send over some bugs, okay? You send the kit back, along with six or seven isolated samples and your results in hardcopy. I’ll copy them and then pass the rest of it on to Budapest. If they can’t find anything either, someone will probably send a field agent.”
Allen grimaced. He disliked agents. Half the time they had no idea how to behave around him, and the other half they treated him scarcely better than the supernatural they hunted.
Besides, vampires are territorial. They don’t like to share.
***
The trackers arrived. He had some trouble getting one on her backpack, but not too much. It became clear when he bumped into her that she didn’t recognize him from their one previous encounter. While this was useful, he found himself oddly unhappy that she had forgotten him so easily.
Her name was Jazz.
Budapest got the hair samples, and sent back a negative on the need for an agent. They requested more samples. Allen breathed a sigh of relief. His research on strain 9771 began turning up promising results, being able to completely react a few of the less robust strains and even converting half of his prions at body temperature-by this time, all of his prions having been converted to the 9677 strain.
And then, one day, Jazz discovered the tracker.
***
“Vladimir Masters, I know that you’re listening to this. I’m going to tell you once and only once: leave me and Danny alone.”
The signal from the bug abruptly flatlined.
***
“Hey mom. Did you get the results from the last set of tests?”
“Yes, Allen. These are really impressive. I think that if you extended the beta pleat by another amino acid, it might be our golden boy. But surely you didn’t just call for the flattery.”
“Who is Vladimir Masters?”
“Masters? He’s a benign class seven. Occasionally provides funding for some of our more . . . esoteric projects. He’s a Packers fan,” she added, knowing that her son would want to know his football team. “Why?”
“Could he afford, say, a remote broadcasting tracker?”
“I’m sure he could. Now once again, why?”
“Because Jazz-”
“Who?”
“Jazz. You know, the one the kit couldn’t identify? Well, she found the tracker and immediately assumed it had been put there by Masters. I’ll send you the sound bite later. Have any clue why she might do that? For that matter, have any clue why he’d put a trace on her?”
“No. I’ll call you back.”
***
“Allen? I did some digging on Masters. I had to go back pretty far. Turns out he used to be pretty close with your Jazz’s parents in college. The families got back in touch seven years ago, and Masters has been tracing all of them ever since. You wouldn’t believe how hard it was for Lupae to find that. He’s hiding something else, but his home system has at least one learning algorithm in it somewhere, and Lupae can’t crack it. Anyway, even if your Jazz found ours, it’s likely that he also has a bug around her somewhere. This is now a code six. Jazz knows whatever it is that Masters is hiding. Find it out.”
***
“Jazz, right?”
“And you are . . . ?”
“Allen. Allen Hark. I . . . asked if you were a vampire?”
“Oh. Yes, I remember. Any particular reason why you did that?”
“Spur-of-the-moment crazy? It was the first thing that popped into my head. I didn’t expect you to use logic. I . . . well, I wanted to tell you that I’m sorry, and that I think you’re pretty. And I’d like to get to know you.”
She raised one elegant eyebrow. “That has got to be,” she said, “the worst pick-up I have ever heard. And I have heard some pretty bad ones.”
“Oh,” he said, turning to leave.
“That didn’t mean I was rejecting the offer.”
So, I am apparently now the Crack Consultant. I shall use my awesome powers of knowing the most useless trivia ever to find scientific explanations for all of it! Which means that this week is going to be Tanarill Explains Her Alt!Crack Week. Tomorrow: What is a prion, and why you shouldn't be too worried about having them in your blood.
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Date: 2007-01-23 04:08 am (UTC)If you diverge from canon, it may be on minor points. I give Allen an "undead" sense, which Danny in ghost form triggers. Also, in Crack 5, he misidentifies what Dan is and shoots a gas cloud of garlic at him. And he later says to Jazz, "Uh… unless waiting for the sun to go down and then sucking your brother’s blood would somehow help, not really." (That's the line, out of context.) Those are the only specifics within the Crack. (Like I said, bit character)
The part of him that wasn’t human was screeching that there was something off about her, and Allen had long ago learned to listen to that part of himself.
Interesting. My guess is that he's sensing the Fenton in her or that she's been touched by the supernatural.
She squinted up at him when he stepped into her sun
I like that you say "her sun," not "the sun." It emphasizes her radiance through his eyes.
He hadn’t really thought about what to say, and his stranger half tended to take over when he wasn’t guarding against it, so the first thing out of his mouth was, “Are you a vampire?
He's a smooth operator!
As I continue to read the conversation, I'm laughing quite often.
The woman narrowed her eyes at him and said, “There’s something weird about everybody. I’ll thank you to keep your weirdness to yourself.”
Oh, I love Jazz.
The conversation with Allen's mom is something I can follow even though I don't have your background and for that I give you kudos- you're dealing with your own expertise, but you can write it in a way that the layman finds reading it interesting and enjoyable.
She was not a vampire, and as he had suspected, she wasn’t like him either. She was not a werewolf; the viral signature for that was as distinct as the prions that made vampires. She was not any variety of magic-although the residue of that was hard to isolate, people either blazed with it or hadn’t any at all, and she had none at all. She was not a giant, either fire or ice. She was not a spirit and could not talk to them. She had no guardian spirit either-
Oh the doors you are opening for the Crack... XD
Still not psychic, still both a guardian spirit and no guardian spirit at the same time. Was it even possible to only have a guardian spirit half the time?
Is he picking up traces of Danny's ectoplasmic signature lingering around Jazz?
It’s almost as if she’s dealing with a guardian spirit that isn’t specifically her’s on a regular basis.”
OH! I called it!
“Have you tried the test for kami, stupid?”
That made me laugh out loud! I really think this is brilliant.
Besides, vampires are territorial. They don’t like to share.
Is it sick that, given the context, I find this cute?
Her name was Jazz.
I like the effect of isolating this sentence.
“Vladimir Masters, I know that you’re listening to this. I’m going to tell you once and only once: leave me and Danny alone.”
Juat that sentence makes me an incredibly happy fangirl.
Of course, this whole story has made me happy with its brilliance.
The signal from the bug abruptly flatlined.
Hmm... I guess Allen terminated it?
He must be wondering about Vlad now. And Danny.
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Date: 2007-01-23 10:02 pm (UTC)If you diverge from canon, it may be on minor points. I give Allen an "undead" sense, which Danny in ghost form triggers. Also, in Crack 5, he misidentifies what Dan is and shoots a gas cloud of garlic at him. And he later says to Jazz, "Uh… unless waiting for the sun to go down and then sucking your brother’s blood would somehow help, not really." (That's the line, out of context.) Those are the only specifics within the Crack. (Like I said, bit character)
No prob. I've given him a "can sense the supernatural around, but not which type of supernatural sense," so it meshes perfectly. Also, he has a bit of a vampire fixation, not that I blame him, so's all good.
I like that you say "her sun," not "the sun." It emphasizes her radiance through his eyes.
He's a squishy li'l thing, ain't he?
He's a smooth operator!
As I continue to read the conversation, I'm laughing quite often.
See, he didn't go to preschool. Or kindergarten. And he missed most of middle school. This was because the Family was still figuring out if he was dangerous or not. What it means is that he didn't start developing people skills until far after everyone else had finished. He's awkward, and it shows. ;)
Oh, I love Jazz.
She does indeed rock. Why do you think I snatched her?
The conversation with Allen's mom is something I can follow even though I don't have your background and for that I give you kudos- you're dealing with your own expertise, but you can write it in a way that the layman finds reading it interesting and enjoyable.
Hee, thank you!
Oh the doors you are opening for the Crack... XD
;P
“That made me laugh out loud! I really think this is brilliant.
Lupae is three years younger that Allen, so while he started middle school halfway through fifth grade, her parent waited until she could start third with the rest of her class. She learned how to be normal, in other words, even though she's not.
Is it sick that, given the context, I find this cute?
I meant it to be, so no.
I like the effect of isolating this sentence.
It was supposed to give the impression of "Something he picked up along the way, and can't stop thinking about now."
Just that sentence makes me an incredibly happy fangirl.
The irony! Issowonnuerful!
Hmm... I guess Allen terminated it?
Er . . . no. Jazz hit the bug with a rock.
He must be wondering about Vlad now. And Danny.
Yes. Yes he is.
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Date: 2007-01-23 10:20 pm (UTC)I noticed that after I made this remark. Seems like it will mesh. :)
He's a squishy li'l thing, ain't he?
Yes, he is. And I want him to adore Jazz.
She does indeed rock. Why do you think I snatched her?
Well, you snatched her from Hartman. She's great.
Er . . . no. Jazz hit the bug with a rock.
For some reason, that makes me very happy.
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Date: 2007-01-23 10:29 pm (UTC)He does. Near what I hope is the middle, he has a really big angst fest because he knows he should tell his family about the Fenton halfas (when does he find out about the halfas, anyway?) but really, really likes Jazz. And does not want to make her Angry At Him. And then . . . well, the point is that unlike the GiW, the Family does recognize that not all supernatural is bad.
For some reason, that makes me very happy.
It's because everyone likes Kickass!Jazz.
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Date: 2007-01-23 04:08 am (UTC)Oh, God. You know what buttons to hit with me. Benign class seven? What does that mean?
“Allen? I did some digging on Masters. I had to go back pretty far. Turns out he used to be pretty close with your Jazz’s parents in college. The families got back in touch seven years ago, and Masters has been tracing all of them ever since. You wouldn’t believe how hard it was for Lupae to find that. He’s hiding something else, but his home system has at least one learning algorithm in it somewhere, and Lupae can’t crack it. Anyway, even if your Jazz found ours, it’s likely that he also has a bug around her somewhere. This is now a code six. Jazz knows whatever it is that Masters is hiding. Find it out.”
...is this line of plot going to be pursued? I'd love to hear Jazz explain it all to Allen.
“Allen. Allen Hark. I . . . asked if you were a vampire?”
Why Hark? (Allen has no last name in the Crack so far because I couldn't think of anything clever, but if it comes up, I think I'll snag that.)
That has got to be,” she said, “the worst pick-up I have ever heard.
O_O
You... just... you just stole a line from Crack 3!
And then it just ends. Oh, I want more!
This was great! I'm so glad you posted this!
<3 <3 <3
Re: LJ Said My Comment Was Too Long
Date: 2007-01-23 05:32 am (UTC)If she is using what I THINK she is using, she just said Vlad is the highest level of ghost there is.
for instance, Dan, Paraih, Clockwork, and Ghost Writer are all class sevens.
Re: LJ Said My Comment Was Too Long
Date: 2007-01-23 09:39 pm (UTC)to killFaux, no. Allen's Family have never been able to prove the existence of ghosts, although they've been trying for a long time.Classes number is lower as threat level goes up, so the lowest threat is a class ten. You're probably a class ten. As far as the Family is concerned, Vlad is a class seven because he has a lot of money (so he can pay people to find out things that really shouldn't exist to begin with) and he's bought a lot of . . . books, over the years. They're worried because at least one of the books has a correct set of instructions for summoning a demon; they never even considered that he bought them for the ghost lore. He's benign because he hasn't done anything stupid with it, like summon said demon.
When they find out he's a halfa, he jumps to class four. After watching him be kickass for a bit, he goes up to class three.
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Date: 2007-01-24 05:44 am (UTC)to killFaux, no. Allen's Family have never been able to prove the existence of ghosts, although they've been trying for a long time.Huh. Well they're gonna have loads and loads of proof soon. XD
Classes number is lower as threat level goes up, so the lowest threat is a class ten. You're probably a class ten. As far as the Family is concerned, Vlad is a class seven because he has a lot of money (so he can pay people to find out things that really shouldn't exist to begin with) and he's bought a lot of . . . books, over the years. They're worried because at least one of the books has a correct set of instructions for summoning a demon; they never even considered that he bought them for the ghost lore. He's benign because he hasn't done anything stupid with it, like summon said demon.
When they find out he's a halfa, he jumps to class four. After watching him be kickass for a bit, he goes up to class three.
This is very interesting! This would make Clockwork a benign class one then right?
Oh and about Dan's belief on how he miscarried.
Right, I gave Dan the attack Acid Hands which dissolves ghostly matter. Walls in a ghost lair, flesh of a ghost, doesn't matter it dissolves if Dan uses it.
Thankfully he has to be touching for it to work. He can't attack form a distance with it.As far as Dan knows the only one imune to dissolving is himself or something that has his blood slathered all over it. (Examples, his clothes and Walker's rebuilt prison.)
Dan is under the impression that the kid was NOT iummune and thus miscarrage happened.
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Date: 2007-01-23 09:31 pm (UTC)Well, he's going to try and find out. He's not going to until sometimes past the point when Jazz explains that Vlad Masters knocked up her brother. You decide when that is, because I want this to be as close to Crack-canon as possible.
Why Hark? (Allen has no last name in the Crack so far because I couldn't think of anything clever, but if it comes up, I think I'll snag that.)
This is . . . really corny, but tangetally related. It goes "Hark unto ze children of ze night, vat vonderful muzhic zey make." Also, it's very generic, and this is important when Allen's Family (the big, goes-back-to-at-least-the-eighteen-hundreds, monster hunting one) operates pretty much everywhere.
You... just... you just stole a line from Crack 3!
O_o I didn't mean to. Do you want me to change it?
And then it just ends. Oh, I want more!
It takes me a long time to write stuff . . . like, one page in an hour. This is the result of me writing pretty much all Sunday afternoon. And I work from 7:15 to 3:45, so I don't really have time during the week. You will have to wait until Saturday before I can sit down and spend some time with the serious writing.
I am happy you like! I didn't think it was that good . . .
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Date: 2007-01-23 09:44 pm (UTC)Between Crack 2 and 3. Jazz doesn't tell him until they decide to get married. Crack 2 ends with Jackie's birth. Crack 3 takes place about three years later; Jazz and Al are already married at that point.
O_o I didn't mean to. Do you want me to change it?
Oh, no, it's fine. :D
(Of course you didn't mean to! Nobody's read that part of Crack 3 yet! :P)
It takes me a long time to write stuff . . . like, one page in an hour. This is the result of me writing pretty much all Sunday afternoon. And I work from 7:15 to 3:45, so I don't really have time during the week. You will have to wait until Saturday before I can sit down and spend some time with the serious writing.
Whenever time and inclination align. :)
I am happy you like! I didn't think it was that good . . .
I think it is! Most people are always the most critical of their own work.
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Date: 2007-01-23 05:34 am (UTC)She was not a vampire, and as he had suspected, she wasn’t like him either. She was not a werewolf; the viral signature for that was as distinct as the prions that made vampires. She was not any variety of magic-although the residue of that was hard to isolate, people either blazed with it or hadn’t any at all, and she had none at all. She was not a giant, either fire or ice. She was not a spirit and could not talk to them. She had no guardian spirit either-
...I love oyu and wish to know your theroies on how all those creatures work in the DP verse. (I know my therory on Succubi and inncubi but seriously. I would ADORE hearing yours.)
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Date: 2007-01-23 09:43 pm (UTC)And please post your demon lore. I've decided they exist, but I don't want to steal from either my Heres Tanarill version of demons or my Kherev Mil'khama (another OC) version. (Kh is pronounced like ch in Scottish loch.) Which means I have to scratch both sets of rules and start again. You probably have a lovely set of rules already made up, which makes it that much easier for me . . .
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Date: 2007-01-24 05:32 am (UTC)...Well if you don't mind the fact that I am not so good at logic and science
http://scribe-protra.livejournal.com/36267.html#cutid1
Here it is!
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Date: 2007-01-23 05:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-23 09:44 pm (UTC)>.> <.< [eats]
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Date: 2007-01-23 11:11 pm (UTC)Seriously though this is great, and it find your theories to be very intriguing. ^__^.
That said, this also creeps me out a little, but that's just my conspiracy-theorist-paranoia kicking in. ^^;;
So who-specifically are the 'Agents' you mentioned in this?
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Date: 2007-01-23 11:53 pm (UTC)Thank you.
There is a conspiracy, but it's all in the Family. Once Jazz marries the Fentons into it, at least. ^_^
And the agents are the Family's version of supernatural hunters. They go after the beasties, but only the ones that hurt people. For example, guardian spirits and kami, they pretty much ignore; redkappas they kill on sight. They aren't quite sure how to act around Allen because they all know that he is part beastie, one of the more deadly varieties of beastie, but they also know it isn't his fault and that he's a Good Guy. Allen doesn't like them, and he really doesn't want them anywhere near Jazz.
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Date: 2007-01-24 12:37 am (UTC)This is great! I love it, even though I so did not understand what the heck the Harks were talking about!
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Date: 2007-01-24 12:41 am (UTC)2. If you take the time to read my long an insanely detailed posts on the science of mythological beings, you will.
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Date: 2007-01-24 12:45 am (UTC)Depending on how develop this story becomes, you might get a t-shirt!
2. If you take the time to read my long an insanely detailed posts on the science of mythological beings, you will.
Hee. *Should probably do that.....*
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Date: 2007-01-24 08:07 pm (UTC)Memo to self, beg Clockwork for extra time, then find out more. ^_^
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Date: 2007-01-24 10:37 pm (UTC)If you read my scienc-y posts, you'll eventually understand what's going on. Currently, I've only written two, logged as 'Ghosts' and 'Vampires' under my DP - Crack memories.
Plus, you might learn some actual science on the side.
Ask for some more nighttime hours while you're at it ^_^.