[thirty six] What the actual fuck.

[goodgrasshopper]

Faeries are not like that.

Faerie Godmothers are nothing like that.

What kind of crappy Disney bullshit was that?

[Added after she finds out about Cissie.]

[Private to Murphy:]
Karrin. You're needed in the infirmary.

Comments

[creatingalegacy]

Say what you will; I thought it was perfect.

Thanks for willingly handing me a bladed weapon, by the way. Truly a highlight of that port.

[goodgrasshopper]

No problem. How did you like that singing sword, anyway. Was it helpful on your quest, Amanda?

[creatingalegacy]

[FFFFFFF. She may or may not have tried to take down an opponent while dragging her warden back to the Barge. She may or may not have then clubbed him unconscious with the pommel on the hilt, dropped the sword and left it there in disgust.]

More helpful than you seem to be hoping. [She did knock a dude out with it, after all.] So sorry to disappoint, little girl.

[goodgrasshopper]

Considering I didn't hear anything about a murdering spree, it can't have been as helpful as you hoped.

[creatingalegacy]

[She bristles a little.]

I went in to retrieve Sarah, not commit murder.

[goodgrasshopper]

[...Okay, color Molly surprised. Amanda actually cares about someone?]

...And was she all right?

[creatingalegacy]

She was just fine.

[goodgrasshopper]

Aside from affected as Hell?

[creatingalegacy]

I brought her back.

[goodgrasshopper]

I'm sure she was grateful.

...So what was she there?

[creatingalegacy]

The princess of fucking PETA.

[goodgrasshopper]

...I'm trying not to laugh over here. It's not working.

[creatingalegacy]

She didn't get to fuckin' pick.

[Selectively (and sometimes contradictorily) defensive on behalf of her warden? Mebbe a little.]

[goodgrasshopper]

Yeah. I'm familiar with that phenomenon.

[creatingalegacy]

Then stop laughing.

[goodgrasshopper]

Amanda, I have to laugh. It's the only way to keep from screaming about how fucking ridiculous that bullshit was.