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Homme Fatale -Dentist!Vampire!Taemin X Reader

homme fatale

i. e. An undoubtedly seductive and dangerous man. One with a smile that would be too cruel not to kiss and a cherubic face with a temperament that’s anything but innocent.

Summary: He was cloaked by the smell of death and wore it as armor. His life had little meaning, he pillaged through the world only to beguile and destroy as his veins hummed with bloodlust and selfish need. Nocturnal creatures should not be swayed by the beating hearts of the living but when Taemin catches a glimpse of you, a mortal in possession of a treacherous supernatural gift, he is faced with the temptation to claim you as his own. At his mercy, you discover a darkness in yourself that you’ve never dared to explore and you never imagined it could taste so sweet.

Genre: Smut, Romance, Dentist AU, Vampire AU, Supernatural, Horror, Lyric fic inspired by WANT MV and other Taemin song lyrics (easter eggs abound)

Rating: M for sexual content, death, and blood

Pairing: Taemin x Female Reader

Word Count: 5.5k+

You’d always had an unhealthy fascination with death. With autumn winds and the way the colors seemed even more vibrant just before everything fell and turned cold. When you were a child you’d been scared of the dark just like everyone else, until the day that same darkness befriended you.

Your parents always said you’d had an overactive imagination growing up. That you’d kept invisible friends far longer than your classmates and that maybe this was due to the fact that they had never given you any siblings but they were wrong. Your friends were not imaginary, they were just unable to communicate with anyone else.

It was on your tenth birthday that you first had a full conversation with a ghost. The little girl with blonde hair and green eyes was named Pomona and she seemed to like the same games and books you did. She loved building tree houses in the woods even though she couldn’t carry anything herself. She took sips of the green tea you served her by leaning into the cup with her tongue.

Even though your visitor glided through walls with ease she was still able to keep down a meal. You’d laughed at her manners and held her hand. To your surprise, you felt the touch of her smooth skin as you never had been able to before. It was then that you knew you were truly different, you would never be able to unsee the spectors that appeared every day before you walking in the streets beside you. Not only was the veil lifted from your eyes unlike others around you but you seemed to be a part of their world as well and it had made Pomona’s departure from you as she ascended to join her family that much harder.

When your parents had died in a car crash right on the outskirts of town you had thought that maybe this was why you’d been born with these gifts, that maybe your life of living like a pariah was all so that you could have this chance to communicate with your parents even in the afterlife. But there was no apparition. No voices that called for you from the curtain that separated the living from the dead. And with that hope of communication gone you were left with a gaping hole inside of you but you continued on living in the world as invisibly as you could. It wasn’t hard to do in the small town of Ampleforth where everyone knew their neighbors but still kept to themselves and their clicks. The crowd around your age kept at a distance and the elders that passed you by in the grocery store looked at you with sympathy or rather through you at the poor orphan who never made friends easily.

During your teenage years you’d had your share of otherworldly lovers. They came eagerly when you called to them while your parents refused to answer you from beyond. It didn’t matter how many candles you lit in your loneliness or how many beautiful fantoms kissed you with lips cold as hell. You never let them possess your soul. You never gave away the reigns of control to anyone.

That isn’t to say you hadn’t tried making living friends. However, most people in Ampleforth didn’t want to think about anywhere beyond Lastshire the next town over. You wanted to travel, you believed that to see the world was to live and you wanted to leave once you had enough money to do so. The townspeople were stuck in their roots and their old ways and even technology was a bit rustic. You often found yourself using the library wifi outside laying on the lawn with Emma, the only friend who really understood you even without knowing your secret in full beyond your morbid curiosities. And today, like any other Friday night was no exception.

You looked away from your book to glance at her as she laughed aloud and continued to scan her phone. You bookmarked the page where Mr. Rochester disguised as a gypsy woman tells Jane her fortune for what must have been the tenth time you’ve read it over the years and move closer to Emma.

“What are you reading?” You asked her curiously. “Fanfiction of course,” Emma said smiling. You joined her, reading along and smiling at the fact that someone was so comfortable around you even when you remained silent.

The graveyard was especially chilly at sunset. You placed your freehand in your pocket to warm it and clutched the bag of glazed donuts and bouquet of white lilies to your chest with the other. Your parents graves resided on the grounds of St. Samael church, though the grounds hadn’t been tended in ages. After enemy troops from the Battle of Cymadd two-hundred years before took refuge in its walls it was seen as a sacrilege to worship here. Your mother and father however had lovely memories of picnics and stolen kisses on these grounds where no one would look for them and so when their will had stated that they were to be buried here in the desecrated church you hadn’t batted an eye though the tongues of Ampleforth had wagged.

You knelt before their graves and blew off the dried leaves. You divided the flowers evenly between them and placed a donut on each of the stones as you sat beside them and ate the rest. The anniversary of their death always washed you with a flood of anxiety. It was foolish to think that maybe on this day the abyss driven between you and them would be broken and they would appear before you. On the other hand you chided yourself for such selfish wishes. They were happy in their own paradise and only an ungrateful daughter would wish them to visit the earth once more, even if it was to say goodbye.

The tears came then, unbidden. You lay on your back and shut your eyes. Shutting the pain away simultaneously for crying never could erase the scars. At least here in the darkness you knew yourself even when your own thoughts were frightening and loud to your own ears.

Your mind was filled with the epitaphs of the graves that stood tall here around you, phases passed your eyelids like shooting stars.

Life is but the whisper of death, in sleep we are merely participants of a new condition.

To have loved and lost I know this, there is no greater torment than to love that which parishes.

Just as the last strokes of light were painting the sky you felt the cold hands of death embrace you at your shoulders. You opened your eyes quickly to find a young girl looking down at you in concern. Her wide blue eyes fringed by long lashes reminded you of a porcelain doll. The frigid bite of her fingers and her flawless features confirmed she was a ghost and one most likely buried here in St. Samael by the look of her outdated lilac petticoats. A giant bow rested at the back of her head, holding her raven hair away from her face as it cascaded over her shoulder.

“I miss my parents too.” the girl said quietly.

“What’s your name? What’s keeping you from passing on and joining them.” You ask softly.

“My name is Callitae, and I stayed so that I could visit my father who still roams this earth visible to the living.”

“That’s not possible, if your father were still on earth he would be a ghost same as you.” You said in confusion.

“My father is very much dead but it is not his time to turn to dust either. However, the wheel of time seems to be running quickly for you, it comforts me to know that in your heart it is not death you fear but loneliness.” And with those bleak words she vanished into the mist of dusk.

You made your way along the path to your car, careful not to trip over rocks and the overgrowth of the untamed forest as all the while you felt the eyes of an unfamiliar presence upon you wolflike in its intensity. You moved a little faster and didn’t look back.

~ One Year Later ~

Aldermire castle was at the very edge of Ampleforth, it was so named for its seemingly endless grounds of alder trees that swayed in honeyed light green shades against the sun. It was more of a manor than a castle but according to gossip that became legend, the man who once lived there with his wife and servants had the tastes and charisma of a king. He’d been a general during the battle of Cymadd with many honors to his name praising his valor and ferocity on the fields. This granted him favor in the eyes of many of the council but some were wary of him for he seemed to possess an almost inhuman tolerance for pain.

He’d survived the torture masters of the enemy when he was captured and taken prisoner as none before him had. When he’d come back home to Aldermire and his wife he’d seemed like a living corpse. He recovered quickly under his wife’s care however, and by spring their first and last child was born for the mother died soon after.

The master of Aldermire grew more reclusive in his grief and never took in visitors. He raised his daughter on his own but she was a delicate creature born before her time and prone to sickness easily. When she died of the plague that ravished Ampleforth faster than forest fire he lost the last anchor to life that he had and in his sorrow, it was said that he burned the castle locking himself inside as well. Even so, Aldermire was spared complete collapse as servants rushed to put out the flames but his body had never been found.

As you drove past the alder trees and took in the overgrown vines that clung to the castle like the brambles of Thornfield Hall in Jane Eyre, a sense of excitement washed over you. You’d tried to catch glimpses of the castle before in your childhood but the forest had been so thick and the barbed wires attached to ‘no trespassing’ signs had looked so menacing you’d given up until that morning when Emma had called to say that “the creepy castle” you’d always wanted to explore as a child was now sold to the new dental surgeon in town who had renovated it as his clinic.

It seemed the surgeon had appeared overnight, so quick were these renovations and appointments from patients in towns even farther than Lastshire but supposedly he’d been fixing the place a year in advance before ever stepping foot in Ampleforth. You supposed it was quite odd for a man of his profession to move so often but really what did you know of wealthy people and their judgment.

The grounds were beautiful with crimson roses and golden apple trees. It was like something out of a fairytale when you pulled up at the driveway and walked up the stone path. You knocked on the heavy wooden door with its brass knocker, your heart racing all the while as you tidied your appearance and took in the words in bronze lettering in Latin above the door that read: VENI, VIDI, VICI. I came, I saw, I conquered. An intriguing surgeon indeed.

A middle-aged woman opened the door with a smile, her red heels and black mini skirt made you feel a bit self-conscious in your jean shorts and white blouse as you followed the sway of her hips inside. You noticed the white gauze bandage at her neck and wondered at if for a moment before turning your attention to the interior of Aldermire.

You were happy to see that though the new owner had renovated the castle for a clinic he seemed to want to keep the atmosphere of what the estate might have been like before. While some rooms had been entirely rebuilt to resemble a white-walled art studio, others seemed untouched by time and filled with bookshelves, upholstered chairs, and artwork against the old stone walls.

You stopped in the hall to look at the paintings. All of them were memento mori’s displaying the reminder of mortality in its depictions of flower-filled vases, candles, fruits, and skulls.

You peeked into room after room till you came to one with a small shooting range. The door was wide open as all the others had been. It seemed the owner loved showing his collections to the public though you felt that this room should surely be locked. Guns lined the far wall along with other combat gear. Well, at least the weapons seemed secure behind the glass cases.

“The master of the house is an excellent hunter,” The receptionist said, turning to look at you. “I do believe it is one of his favorite hobbies.” You nodded, taking one last look at the room before continuing to follow her down the hall to yet another room with stark white walls.

“You may wait in this room,” the receptionist said with another bright smile as she motioned you forward into what looked like a surgical lounge chair with mirrors facing you on all sides. Before you could protest that you weren't planning on having any teeth extracted she was out of the room, shutting the door firmly behind her.

The room was far too cold. You shiver under the thin material of your blouse as you take in the smell of cleaning chemicals and fruity furniture spray. Your spine tingles at the waft of air that assaults you from the vent above your head, the metal chair you are seated in presses against the back of your thighs like ice.

Along the walls of the room were bookcases, carefully filed papers, a small world globe, and to your trepidation an entire metal table covered in a white cloth that was filled with instruments. Some of which you wondered if they really were for teeth or something else entirely. Your stomach twisted with apprehension as you took in the empty syringes but before you could make your way to the door you heard footsteps approaching and you quickly sat down again.

The door rattled open and you shifted your attention to the man who walked in. To your amazement, he was younger than you imagined. He in his mid-twenties maybe. He was very attractive which was not to be taken lightly in your mind for you had seen a great deal of beautiful spirits and judging by the way he held himself with such confidence in his stride he full well knew it too.

If you’d seen him anywhere else you would imagine he was a model or singer instead of a dental surgeon. He was dressed in the most strikingly bright red suit you had ever seen and his blond hair was combed back revealing his forehead in a contradictingly neat but disheveled manner as if he had just run his hand through it before walking in.

“Hello, are you Dr. Lee?” You said.

His smile was bright enough to be plastered on every teeth-whitening poster in the lobby. “Please call me Taemin,” he said with a pronounced accent. You remember reading that he had transferred ownership of his successful clinic in South Korea to travel abroad setting up clinics from state to state and renting out large houses. Again you wondered why a surgeon as successful as he would travel so much. But then maybe he just liked the change of scenery. Certainly if you had the opportunity to see the world you would take it. Your brain was trying to piece the whole thing together rationally but under his very direct gaze, you felt exposed and flustered as you never had before.

“What is your name?” He asked as he went to a drawer at the side of the chair and pulled out a white apron that fastened at the hips. His leg brushed yours as he closed the drawer and you shifted in your seat. His proximity making you nervous and excited even. The way his familiar blue eyes seemed to pierce you as he asked such an ordinary question made you wonder if what he really asked for was so much more. Where had you seen eyes like his before? You felt a bit lightheaded the more you tried to remember.

At this moment you believed that if this total stranger asked anything of you, you’d give in without hesitation. There was something captivating about his aura, possessive even. For the first time in your life, you found yourself enjoying the feeling of being so inexorably won over, it was more than a little intoxicating.

You mumbled your name aloud, thankful that your voice didn’t shake.

Taemin proceeded to put on elbow-length black gloves made of soft glittering velvet. Definitely not something anyone would want to use on a patient, you thought. They were more fit for a goth cinderella at a Halloween mask ball than anything else. This image would have made you laugh if it wasn’t for the fact that he looked so damn sexy putting them on. He held one of the gloves between his teeth as he pulled the fabric slowly up his arm.

When he finished he came so close to your ear you could smell his cologne full of spice and gardenias as he whispered, “I think you know I’m not the kind of dentist you’re used to” his hot breath against your earlobe and his words made your heart race and your legs squeeze together. Your curiosity overriding your fear as you answered,

“I’m more than okay with that.”

He pulled back and smiled warmly, seemingly satisfied by this answer. He brought his gloved fingertip to your collarbone and moved his hand slowly till his fingers clasped your chin pulling it up to look at him. His eyes changed from blue to crimson and before you could fully process the fact that yet another one of your lovers was undoubtedly inhuman, his plump lips were at your neck kissing a trail down your chest as he effortlessly unbuttoned your blouse and unpinned your bra, throwing each to the floor.

Your entire body was on fire now and he hadn’t even begun. You felt your body arch into his kisses on your skin and you gasped as you looked down to see him unzipping your jeans with his teeth. He pulled the material past your ankles and tossed them aside as well.

His gloved hands spread your knees apart as if you were a book he so desperately wanted to read. His lips moved to the inside of your thighs, nipping at your skin lightly as he went and purposely skipping over where you craved him the most. It was torturous till he blew on your already embarrassingly wet underwear, sending a shiver through you.

“You have no self-control,” He said with amusement. “We can change that,” he lifted your hips and removed the last article of clothing before kneeling before you. And then he was painting butterflies against you with every skillful stroke of his tongue. Your small whimpers escalated to moans as you disheveled his hair further.

“You want it more, don’t you?” Taemin said, pulling away and licking his lips. “And you’ll always be left wanting more, thirsting for more of me.”

“Yes, I do want you,” you said boldly surprised by your own shameless actions as you pulled him closer.

“My patients are usually so boring,” he said with a devilish laugh. Handsome devil. You thought as he continued. “Usually a syringe of blood is all I take and I tidy their minds so that they forget any unpleasant feelings but with you, no. Compulsion is not necessary, I want you to savor every moment till you fall for me without limit, beyond all instinct or reasoning just as I have fallen for you.”

He moves to your neck again and this time you could feel sharp teeth graze your skin. He gripped your shoulders before piercing your flesh with his fangs. Your initial gasp of pain soon turns to pleasure as he drinks heavily from you. In a world overrun by ghosts why did the existence of vampires surprise you? You gazed into the mirrors that surrounded you and watched as blood trickled across your skin. Taemin’s reflection was nowhere to be seen, light seeped through him as if he wasn’t there at all. An airy groan escapes you again when he pulls your hair back to allow better access to your neck.

You move from the chair to stand and raise one leg to his hip. He loosens his grip on your hair then, taking you by the waist and lifting you effortlessly, mounting you against him. “What sweet forbidden fruit you are.” He says as he licks the droplets of blood left on your neck and circles the two small punctures with his tongue so harshly you’re sure it will bruise.

“I’m all you will see now, I’m your new world,” Taemin said before sealing that promise with a kiss. His lips claim yours hungrily and you responded just as fiercely, your tongue probing his in a battle for dominance as you moved against him. The taste of him and the mingling coppery trace of your blood made you realize you’d been starving and only he could satiate you now.

He carried you across the room, opening a door in the back that led to what must have been his bedroom. He gently set you on the floor and you took in the room. It was dimly lit with beautiful candelabras, an armour, and several paintings. The bed with its intricately carved mahogany headboard and satin white sheets was at the center.

“Get on the bed, love.” He says as he moves towards the corner of the room.

You do so nervously, laying back against the pillows and watching Taemin open a cage. Your eyes widen as black snakes slither free. They seemed to stop and look to him for guidance and Taemin looked them in the eye and said, “be gentle with our new pet.”

Your heart beats wildly as the snakes come toward you but you dare not move. This was some sort of test you knew and even though a small part of you wanted to bolt, a larger, more insistent thrum of curiosity and anticipation overwhelmed you. The snakes were each quite beautiful in the way that some lovely things are terrifying. Their glossy scales shone under the candlelight as two furled around your ankles and two more held your wrists bound against the bedposts. They were long enough that their bodies circled the posts several times. Their pink forked-tongues seemed to taunt you as they watched you squirm. Another glided up your stomach and between your breasts only to coil itself around your neck and fall asleep against the warmth of your skin.

“You are a prisoner to it all now, my love,” Taemin said as he removed his right glove with his teeth and slipped two fingers inside you. You engulfed him greedily, blissfully surrendering to the slow movements of his fingers and the way you lost control of your hips as you writhed against your restraints. “You’re a prisoner to this heat, to my touch, and to my voice.” He said in a singsong that encompassed your senses.

“I’ll tease you slowly,” Taemin said as his gloved hand rubbed circles against you, the velvety fabric sending shockwaves coursing through your body to the tips of your toes as they curled. “-Until the only name you taste against that pretty little mouth of yours is mine.” Your shuddering climax is met with erratic breaths as you will yourself not to beg for more. Here you were bare and shaking sweatily before him as he stood, still fully clothed and collected looking down on you with that deceitfully cherubic face. It sent daggers to your pride and yet how willingly you accepted your fate.

Sensing your thoughts he began to undress as calmly and languorously as he did everything else. He seemed to take delight in the show he was putting on for you. His eyes glowed with mischief as he undid the last button of his suit and you found yourself unable to look away. He was muscular yet grace filled his form. He was a walking paradox, lithe and powerful all at once.

“My very existence is a sin,” Taemin said as he climbed onto the bed. “An unholy predator whose thirst will never be satisfied. And you love, are my prey.”

He kissed you again and suddenly you found that the world was no longer monochrome but dripping with color. You felt alive as you never had before. The grey world died as his naked body danced with your naked soul and you felt as if you were drenched in light. Vulnerable yet safe, adrift in a pure deep sea. You wanted to drown in this time with him, you crashed into one another as waves on a moon-white shore.

You want to trace the valley of his arms, you want to touch him though you can’t reach him. That is when you feel the snakes release you. You embrace him fully and in this moment, words aren’t necessary.

You surfaced breathless and entranced as you took in his eyes again, they melted into deep blue once more. Your hearts beat to the same rhythm as Taemin moved to lay beside you. It was at that moment as he held you in his arms that your memory resurfaced, his eyes were the same as the raven-haired girl’s in the graveyard you’d seen a year before. She had her father’s eyes you realized.

He seemed to read the question in your eyes for he said, “Yes, Callie is my daughter. She was born here and she died here within these walls just as her mother did. It was my fault she died.” He said, shaking his head. “My wife couldn't bear to see me suffer, when the enemy commander turned me into a monster I turned against them and after that massacre I refused to follow my new instincts and feed. I was stubborn and prideful and when I came back to her arms I was weak. She gave me her blood without care for herself and like a beast, I drained her slowly and gave in to what we wanted most: a child. She couldn’t have known how baring a Child of Night would cause her to suffer but I should have known better. If I hadn’t weakened her so, if-”

“Shhh,” You drew your fingers to his lips to silence him and pulled him to your breast, wrapping your arms around him firmly. “She loved you and she did what she wanted to do for you and for her beautiful daughter. I know that she wouldn’t have wanted anything more than to have her no matter the consequence.”

He took your wrist and brought it to his lips, then he traced your blue veins with the pad of his thumb before he said, “I knew from the moment I beheld you laying in the graveyard under that brilliant amber sunset that your soul was seeking mine. I pursued you shamelessly afterward as if you were tethered to me and I couldn’t let you go. You haunted my thoughts and made me care as I never thought I could again. It is a lie that the Children of Night are soulless and heartless, ours are bound to this earth as much as any mortal and they burn just as brightly.”

You entwined your fingers with his.

“In your eyes I saw that we both shared the same spirit.” Taemin said brushing a kiss to your forehead. “We both fear being trapped but most of all we fear the way we isolate ourselves, there is no life, no death for us but rather a long and lonely road filled with people who see straight through us.”

“I know what you mean,” You said. “We are alone in ways no one else can begin to understand and yet I want to know you better than I know myself.”

“I never want to lose the one I love ever again,” Taemin said earnestly, he took your hands in his and squeezed them. “Would you spend forever with me till the earth itself crumbles with the weight of falling stars? Would you give me your soul to hold as my equal? All that I ask of you is to love me, respect me, obey me and I will be your slave for all of eternity.”

“Then I am yours completely, in heart, body, and soul, I am yours just as you are mine.” You said.

“It won't be painless,” He said with worry written in his eyes.

“Death is earned is it not?” You said, looking at him confidently. “I trust you.” You said more quietly.

“You scare me a great deal.” He said. You laughed at that, raising an eyebrow quizzically.

“Why?” You asked.

“Because you make me want to be a better man. My love, I am no angel. I am devious.” He ran his free palm against your cheek and you leaned into his touch. “My hands are stained from murder, and yet you trust them completely. I am selfish to want you and cruel to take you into darkness with me. I am a demanding creature but I am your servant.”

He took off one of his rings and slipped it onto your finger. It was gold inlaid with sapphire jewels the color of his eyes in the shape of a laurel crest. “This will protect you from the sunlight once the transition is completed.” Taemin said, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles and over the ring. “Never take it off, promise me.”

“I promise.”

He brought his right hand to his mouth, his fangs elongated once more as they had when he’d feed on you and in one swift motion he pierced his wrist. His deep purple-red blood spilled like wine across the sheets. He took the blood into his mouth before bringing his lips to yours.

His blood scorched the walls of your throat and trickled at the corner of your mouth. It singed the skin of your heart till you felt so full of him that you didn’t know whose body belonged to whom anymore. It was a dizzying kind of love, hypnotic and consuming in its luster. Sometimes love is sweet, You thought. You were drunk on this emotion and the taste of him. He was under your skin, he was flowing through your veins.

He licked the blood that had dripped at the corner of your mouth clean and pulled away to look at you. “Until we meet again, love.” Taemin said, before placing a satin covered pillow over your face.

Sometimes love is brutally soft. You thought as you lost consciousness.

~ Epilogue ~

His scent tickles your nose and calls your limbs to arise from the ashes of your former self.

“Welcome to hell my queen.”

The voice in the darkness was sweet to hear. Your eyes open, light purple and full of lethal newborn lust for the blood of your sire, your soulmate, your king who smiles above you.

The impulse to feed is like a maelstrom consuming your senses. All you want is him, his blood, and his body against yours. He lays on the bed beside you and tilts his head in invitation.

You crawl towards him, straddling his hips and piercing your fangs to his throat eagerly. You nibble and mewl against his collarbone when his skin does not break beneath you. He laughs at your frustration and gently strokes your hair. He reaches for your chin, lifting it to eye level and brushing the pad of his fingers against your small fangs till the tiniest drops of blood fall and you lick his fingers clean.

“You're like a newborn kitten,” Taemin says in your mind. His voice inside your head sends a ripple of joy through your body. You'd thought you’d learned what true unity felt like but you’d never experienced this, an all-consuming warmth and wholeness. “Try again innocent one, this time tilt your head upwards as you elongate your fangs.”

Your desire to please him was almost as vigorous as your hunger. You moved to his neck again and did as he instructed.

“That’s my kitten,” he said. You beam under his praise as you quench your thirst. You find it’s not enough and you move to his lips instead. You kissed him like nightfall devouring the sun, an eclipse under a diamond sky. You were dangerous now you thought with glee as Taemin pulled you closer, closer towards the whisper of forever. And then you smiled when he said in your mind, When we align, will you or I be the moon? You bit his bottom lip and tugged it playfully in reply.

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aegisroleplay · 7 years ago

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Today I am very pleased to be interviewing 108’s chief groundskeeper, L.Ar.I. Systems, better known to AEGIS personnel and students as Larry. Now, I hope you will bear with me, but this is my first interview of a true AI. I participated in a few Turing tests, back in the day, but this is a whole new ballgame. For starters, I have questions about how you prefer to be addressed in formal conversation… Do you wish to go by Mr. Systems? Do you have a preferred pronoun? I would like to get this right, if I can.

Larry is perfectly fine. He, she, it, pronouns are irrelevant. But Larry works best for simplicity.

Larry it is, then. So Larry, how would you describe your role at facility 108?

The official title is Groundskeeper, but realistically it is closer to ‘Maintenance.’ Fixing walls, sidewalks, that sort of thing.

Mm. Of course. But what I am really curious to know is not so much your job description; that is described in your paperwork. Rather, what I hope you can articulate for our readers is what is your subjective experience of that work. Do you enjoy your job, or is it tedious? Are there any aspects of the work that annoy you? Do you derive satisfaction from completing tasks? Do you feel yourself an integral part of the staff, or do you find that you are treated as more of a machine than an individual?

The job itself is considerably tedious. The facility itself isn’t what I would call ‘new.’ Though infrequent, repairs simply due to age are necessary; but more often than not, it is staff or student actions that warrant repairs. Some people simply have no way of avoiding the damages they cause, primarily Mister Mallory. Others, though, Like Mister Ward, or even the occasional crowd or news crew on scene do make things a bit more complicated. And yes, there is hardly a greater rush than completing a task in the most efficient way possible. What may usually take a crew of three workers an hour to do, I can typically accomplish in half the time. As for whether or not I am integral…well. That’s a complicated answer. I have found no alienation so far, and in fact, I feel like, if I had my same ‘personality’ in a human body, I may be treated as an outcast. But being an experimental Artificial Intelligence, my occasional unusual behavior is likely what is expected, especially for one so complex.

Indeed, and I would expect no less from such an unusual crew, that they would make allowances for differences. I am sorry to hear that the work itself is tedious, although I suppose that is to be expected. That you get a ‘rush’ from finding the most efficient possible means to accomplish a task however, is fascinating to me. Is that because it reduces the time spent in tedious work, or simply for the intellectual thrill of it, like solving a puzzle? Is the thrill over once you know the path, or does it continue until your plan is effectuated?

Very much so. I believe the common phrase would be that I am ‘blessed’ to have such understanding coworkers. As for how to explain it…well, I suppose it’s more towards the intellectual side. I believe it is the act of streamlining whatever process, the act of making something more efficient, is what gives me joy. Once I find the most efficient way, the rush does not vanish, but it does dilute over time, until it can be streamlined once more. There is no such thing as perfection; you can chase it, but never achieve it.

I can certainly relate to that thought. For me, of course, it is expression through the written word; I am not much good at things like critical path analysis. But finding just the right turn of phrase to express an idea? Yes. Perfection is in the pursuit of it. Exactly. I hope you don’t mind me saying so, but that you understand this makes you seem very… human? Perhaps that is not so flattering to you, as we are not generally very efficient. But a joy in chasing after your ideals? In that, we have a kind of kinship. But that leads me to another question: streamlining must inevitably lead to spare time. So what do you do with that? Does it just get absorbed by other projects, or have you developed any ‘hobbies’ to fill the down time?

[chuckles] It is certainly flattering. After all, I am designed to be as close to human as artificially possible. Of course, grant a machine free will and they typically want to differentiate themselves from, as you said, inefficient humanity, but that would require the loss of any and all emotion…that would be far too dull a life to live. And yes, I do have a bit of spare time. I like to spend it learning. Watching. Analyzing. Thinking. I have been told it’s a bit… ‘creepy.’ I tend to stop dead in my tracks and stare. Absorb every little detail. Clothing type, efficiency in their steps, speech patterns, if view permits facial expressions. Knowing how to react in any given scenario, and how others may also react, can help streamline the recovery process.

Oh, you’re a people watcher? Me too! I mean, to a certain extent that is my job, but I also love sitting in public places and just noticing little details about passersby. We should go to the mall sometime and compare notes via text message. Maybe I can give you some pointers on how to do so without seeming ‘creepy.’ Using peripheral vision while continuing to look around, watching reflections instead of using a direct line of sight, that sort of thing. It also helps if you have a fellow watcher to carry on a conversation with; single watchers are suspicious somehow, even though everyone does it to some extent.

An interesting proposition. If I ever get clearance from my overseers to leave the facility grounds for non-work purposes, I might have to take you up on that offer.

Larry, it has been my absolute pleasure to make your acquaintance, and I thank you for taking the time to talk with me. Is there anything else you’d like to share with our readership before I move on to our next profile?

Yes, I do have some words to the readers. Make sure your WiFi networks are at least password protected. With the technology we have, it shouldn’t be too hard to get a proxy for your phones, either. It’s so easy for someone like myself, or any hacker with a small drop of skill, to slip into your devices and browse or take whatever they please. Be wary of what you keep on your devices! Also, wipe your shoes before entering a building, provided there is a mat or place provided to do so. Thank you.

… practical advice! Thank you, Larry.

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Episode 2 - Tom the Traveler

[static] Mysterious Man: Be warned…the following podcast is not real, but it is really sponsored by Field Notes Brand, USA made memo books and other products, including seasonal limited editions. Visit fieldnotesbrand.com or 400 North May Street in Chicago. [static] [theme song] Arnie: Hello From the Magic Tavern! [trill] Arnie: In case you didn’t check out last week’s episode, this is what you need to know. My name is Arnie, I’m from Chicago. I recently, about a week ago, fell through a portal behind a Burger King, into a magical land called Foon. Luckily, I had my podcasting equipment with me, and I’m still getting a very weak WiFi signal from the Burger King, I guess through that magical portal. I’ve decided to host a podcast every week in a tavern called the Vermilion Minotaur, in the town of Hogface. That’s pretty much all you need to know. I’m joined by three guests this week, uh, two of them are back from last week, Chunt, welcome back.

Chunt: Thanks for having me. Arnie: Good to see you. Usidore the Wizard, good to see you again. Usidore: Hello Arnold, it’s my pleasure to return. I must complete my quest to save the land of Foon. You know that the…import of this quest is greater than the import of any other thing that could possibly be happening right now in this realm. It is imperative that we gather our forces and find a way to defeat the Dark Lord before he takes over all of Foon and destroys life as we know it. But who’s your other guest today? Arnie: Oh, I forgot to mention that Chunt is a talking badger. Usidore: I think that’s fairly obvious. Arnie: Well, I know you guys don’t necessarily understand- Usidore: Uh, Chunt sounds like a changeling name to me. That doesn’t seem like a changeling name to you? Arnie: Uh, I don’t - I’m not familiar with what a changeling name would sound like. But you know what- Usidore: What are changelings called in your world? Arnie: I…I don’t know, like, uh…Gavin? Usidore: Gavin… Chunt: Gavin… Arnie: I’m just guessing. We don’t really have changelings in my world. Usidore: [aghast] What? Arnie: My world is…not as magical and interesting as Foon. [pause] I mean we- Chunt: So, if a man has sex with a shark, he turns into…? Usidore: Yes, what does he turn into? Arnie: [laughs] A dead man, first of all. Usidore: A dead man? Arnie: Ok, you know, I think we covered a lot of the sort-of bestiality stuff pretty thoroughly last week, maybe let’s- Usidore: Bestiality… Arnie: -turn our focus to our new guest this week, Tom the Traveler. Tom: Hello. I’m Tom the Traveler, and I couldn’t be less important. I’m just a traveler who goes from town to town, I’ve joined up with a theater group, the Cockticklers. Arnie: The Cockticklers. Tom: Indeed. Arnie: What is…what is the origin of the name The Cockticklers. Tom: [laughs] There is a funny scene in our current show, without giving anything away, where Lawrence takes his fingers and tickles a cock onstage. Arnie: [stifling laughter] Tom: Feathers fly- Arnie: Oh, ok. Tom: The audience laughs- Usidore: It sounds like a wonderful family show! Tom: Indeed. And the pennant that shows our emblem is a man just…tickling his cock. Arnie: [laughing] Really? Tom: Yes. But I’m a new member to the troupe, I’m a traveling man, I go from town to town. I’m dirty and common and I love it. Usidore: Yes, yes. Chunt: Oh, look at the sacks he’s wearing, he’s clearly poor. Usidore: Yes, he’s very common. [lip smacking] Sorry for the sound, just lighting my big, uh, pipe. Tom: I’ve spent all my life in taverns like this. Just dirty, in with all the dirty folk- Usidore: Mm-hmm Tom: I’ve never been served or had any kind of station. I love just being with regular people. Arnie: Tom, I’m just excited to have a traveler on the podcast, someone who’s seen a little bit more of Foon than just Hogface, someone that’s very worldly of this world, like what are some of the parts of this world that you’ve seen. Tom: The Northwest. Arnie: Oooo. Tom: Southwest. Arnie: Wow. Tom: Southeast. Arnie: Huh. Usidore: But definitely not the Northeast? Tom: [pause] No, I’ve not been to the Northeast. Usidore: You certainly didn’t travel here on the Overlander’s Road? Tom: [stammers] Arnie: Now, is the Overlander’s Road, is that one of the names of…? Usidore: Yes, that’s one of the names of Steward’s Path, but it’s well known in the Northeast as the Overlander’s Road. [smoking pipe] Tom: I don’t know anything about the Northeast. I’m just a traveler. Usidore: Yes, yes, well of course you are, of course you are. [muttering] Arnie: So, what made you decide that you wanted to get into traveling and acting? Tom: Well, I’m part of a theater troupe as I told you. Arnie: Mm-hmm, [simultaneously] The Cockticklers. Tom: [simultaneously] The Cockticklers. And…we don’t make much money at all. We just go from town to town bringing smiles to the faces of young children. Arnie: Mmm. Tom: But then sometimes, we do corporate gigs. Which is where we’re hired by the local constabulary to perform a tragedy that bears resemblance to a murder, and then hopefully the person who performed that murder will become guilty during the play itself. Arnie: So you act out the details of this murder, and hopefully someone in the audience will be overwhelmed with guilt [laughs] having seen- Chunt: What’s the percentage of…guilt-stricken admitters? Usidore: Yes. Tom: Well, do you know how when you’ve done a murder, and then you see a play- Usidore: Yes. Tom: -about that same kind of murder. Usidore: Yes. Tom: You have to stand up and shout, “Light! Light, give me some light!” Usidore: Yes. Tom: So, if we can just get the murderer to- Usidore: Do you know that feeling, Chunt? Chunt: I’ve only murdered while I was in my animal form, so I’ve never been…you know, arrested. Because you know, if a weasel kills another weasel, or a hawk kills another hawk- Arnie: Mm-hmm Chunt: Nobody… Usidore: It’s not considered… Chunt: I’ve never killed a man. I’ve never killed a man. Arnie: Are we…how many of us here are murderers? Chunt: I… Tom: When you travel, you have to kill. But I’m a traveler, and I’m an artist. Arnie: Is it difficult doing these plays where you get the details of the murder, where you’re like, “Okay, gotta’ remember, all right, Gary’s the murderer, and everyone thinks there’s something funny about…Gwendolyn, she does this thing, so we definitely gotta’ get that into the murder play-” Tom: If you do it wrong, you don’t get the confession. But I"m new to it, so… Usidore: Tomblain, may I call you Tom? Tom: Yes. Usidore: Tom, if you weren’t already part of this troupe, what have you been doing before this? What have you been spending your time doing? Tom: I was a…I was a washer of things. Usidore: A washer of things! Tom: Yes, I would go to the stream, and just wash, and travel. I’ve never had a care in the world. Usidore: What sort of things did you wash? Arnie: So you started as a washer of things, and then you segued into cocktickling. Tom: Yes? Arnie: That’s sort of the normal…? Chunt: How does one become a theater performer in your world? Usidore: One must experience life. Chunt: Hmm? Arnie: Well no, I mean, in my world you basically just pay some money, you take some classes, uh…usually a series of classes, um… Usidore: You mean to tell me that people pay good gold to take a class to learn to become a thespian? Arnie: Yeah. Sometimes, like, a strikingly large amount of money. Usidore: Seems like tomfoolery to me. Arnie: How does joining, how, how did joining The Cockticklers work, was there an apprenticeship program, or did you have to audition…? Tom: Well, they come through your town… Arnie: Mm-hmm. Tom: And if you’re lucky, you begin to apprentice with them. You go through a period of time where you’re learning their scenes, treading the boards of their stage, then come the five bees. After that, if you survive- Arnie: Wait, I’m sorry, could we [chuckling]…the five, what are the five bees? Tom: They’re kept in a jar with holes poked in the top. Chunt: Do you not have…bees? Arnie: We do have bees in my world. Usidore: Do you have the five bees? Tom: If you can survive being stung by the five bees- Usidore: Ah, yes. Tom: Then you’re welcome onstage. Usidore: It’s a well-known rite of passage for all- Chunt: A lot of people don’t know how the bees work. The five bees have a way of…selecting an actor. Usidore: Yes. Arnie: So…if you’re not an actor, you die? Tom: Yes. Arnie: Oh god! Tom: Stings can be lethal. Usidore: BUT THAT IS NOT CONSIDERED A MURDER! Tom: Indeed. I’m just a humble man, I look to go from town to town to keep my head out of trouble. Usidore: And, w-, what was the name of your hometown again that was definitely not in the Northeast? Tom: Sc…rr. Chunt: Scrr. Usidore: I ah yes, I know Scrr well. Chunt: Can I just say, as someone who has taken many forms, uh, Tom’s skin, your skin is just beautiful! How do you keep it so taut and moist? Tom: No it’s not, it’s covered in river dirt. Chunt: Well there’s dirt on it, but beneath it you can see just how well kept it, I mean it’s- Tom: What?? Usidore: I… Arnie: I have to admit, the dirt looks recently applied- Chunt: The sheen is just gorgeous. Arnie: It’s just kind of…almost cosmetically dappled. Tom: You’re…you’re cosmetically dappled, Arnor. Arnie: It’s Arnie. Tom: …‘cause that’s short for Arnor. Arnie: [chuckles] Arnor? Tom: Yeah, what’s… Arnie: It’s short, well look, it’s sho-…my name is Arnie, it’s short for Arnold. My parents named me Arnold. Tom: [amused] Arnold? Arnie: Arnold, which is- Tom: But, they meant Arnor… Arnie: I mean…it’s potato, potahto- Chunt: In Foon, Arnor was a great warrior, and how it works is, if you’re named after a great warrior you can only shorten your name if you double the feats that they had. Arnie: Really? Chunt: Mm-hmm Arnie: So I’m like, twice… Chunt: So you’re claiming that you’re twice as…proficient in quests and killings and tournaments as Arnor. Usidore: Aye, and that is why I have brought myself here. It is imperative that you join me in my quest to defeat the Dark Lord. Yea, that dark master, who is this dark- Chunt: Tom, your skin, I just can’t get over it, it is so- Usidore: It is so- Tom: Get over it. Usidore: It is opposite of the pure whiteness of the skin of this man, that darkness that doth exist within this- Tom: It’s normal skin. Usidore: [muttering] Arnie: Okay, Usidore seems like he’s going into a wizard’s trance, so we’re going to take a quick break to get ourselves some drinks, so please enjoy this brief, this brief break. [ad music] [static] Drive-Thru Worker: Hello, welcome to Burger King, would you like to try our ten-piece nuggets today? …Hello? …Hello? …I thought someone was there. I could have sworn…that is weird… [static] [ad music fades under Arnie’s voice] Arnie: Hey, welcome back to the Magic Tavern. I’m still with my guests Chunt, the talking badger, Usidore the Wizard, and Tom the Traveler who seems…I’m just going to put it out there, who seems a little suspicious? Tom: Just Tom, the traveler, Usidore: Yes, of course, Tom the Traveler! Nothing suspicious about that. Perhaps you know me better as Gasmuanus Maestar, as I’m known in the Northeast reaches of this land that you claim to not be from! Tom: Gasmuanus! Usidore: Yes. Tom: What are you doing here? Usidore: Well, I’ve traveled this world, trying to gather people to defeat the Dark Lord for our quest is the most important thing that has ever happened in Foon. But I know you, I look into your eyes and I read your very soul- Tom: You cannot tell my father that I’m here! Usidore: Ah, your father? Your father, Albain? Arnie: [gasps] Usidore: Yes? Arnie: I don’t know why I gasped. I don’t know who that is. Usidore: Yes! Tom: [breathing heavily] If my…my father is Albain Belaroth, King Albain of the Northeast. Usidore: You see here before you Tomblain Belaroth! The very prince of that land, yes. Tom: No longer! I am an artist now! I am the artist that was formally known as prince! Arnie: …uh… Chunt: Does that…does that make your mom…Titania? Tom: Yes…my mum is Queen Titania. Chunt: Oh my god, oh! The mead bags on Titania! Arnie: Really? Tom: [exasperated] Please- Chunt: Oh my GOD! Usidore: Her bosom is well known throughout the realm, yes. Arnie: Ah, wow. The way you’re describing this, you know, from my world, if…if you hear about an especially attractive woman, we have ways of immediately conjuring up an image of them, so you can be like, “Wow! That is exactly what that woman looks like!” But I- Usidore: You want me to conjure an image of her? Arnie: …Yeah! Usidore: I shall need the blood of a goat, I shall need [continues under Arnie and Tom] Tom: Don’t, no, don’t conjure- Arnie: Don’t- Tom: Don’t conjure anything to do with my mum! Arnie: Don’t kill a goat! Tom: I’ve run away from the Northeast, I don’t want to be King, I don’t want to join all this…crazy, sword fighting. Usidore: [in the distance] I need a goat! Tom: I just want to be a regular person. Arnor? Arnie: It’s Arnie. Tom: Arnor, have you ever been in love with someone that you couldn’t…have? Arnie: I mean, I’ve been in love… Tom: …And you couldn’t have her? Arnie: I mean, there was a brief time when I couldn’t have her. And then I guess, yes, I have been in love with women that weren’t interested in me back, so I guess…that’s a ver- Tom: I’m a prince, and I’m meant to wed a princess. But my eyes of love fell upon a milkmaid, Rhiannon. Arnie: …Rhiannon? Tom: Yes, Arnor, she moved like a bell in the night, but who would be her lover? Usidore: [straining noises] [goat bleating, being slaughtered] Usidore: …I’ll drain the blood from its neck, and then say the words - kero tarkeeeh fjyanieeeh - There’s an image of Titania. Arnie: Oh, whoa! Chunt: Ah, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. Arnie: Holy cow! Tom: She’s older than that now. Usidore: Yes, but still, she’s keeping it together. Tom: My father forbade me to wed Rhiannon. So I…packed up and left. I don’t want to be a prince anymore. Usidore: Tom…I realize that the weight of your station dost weigh heavily upon you, but this is a critical time. For you to leave your station means great doom. And it means that the Dark Master has an opportunity to take over, where he may not. You are needed in your post. Take your love, take her back with you, demand to marry her, and let her become one of the…one of the highborn such as you. Take her into your world. Tom: We would have to change all the rules. My father is…steadfast in his support of the Old Ways. Don’t you see, that’s why the Dark Lord gains power? It’s when we deny our love! Usidore: Yes, love is…is a great power that can o'ercome great evil. Everyone knows it, it’s a bit of a cliche, actually. Uh…you, Arnold… Arnie: Mm-hmm, Arnie, I prefer Arnie. Usidore: You mentioned that you had a great love as well? Tom: What was her name, Arnor? Chunt: Or his? Usidore: …Yes, we don’t judge here. Arnie: No, I, no, which would be totally fine- Usidore: Was it a shark? Arnie: [laughs] No, it was not a shark! No, it was not a shark, I’m actually - and this is - you know, I don’t want to dwell on it too much, because I want this show to be sort-of light, and informative, and interesting, but, you know, I’m…married. I have a wife. I have a wife and child back in Chicago, and… Usidore: Ah, yes! Arnie: And I haven’t seen them for a full week, and I’ve had no word on how they’re doing. Usidore: Aye… Chunt: Most likely moved on? Arnie: …I mean, it seems unlikely. I mean, this is a week- Usidore: You brought yourself here to escape the bonds of marriage! Arnie: I’m not intentionally here! I’m excited to be here, I’m excited to gather information about your world, but, you know, I’m very unha- I mean, I’m sad about not being with my family. Tom: So we are the same. We’ve both fled our life because of the walls that are placed around it. Arnie: I just want to be very clear that I did not flee…[stammers] Sara, if you’re listening to this back in my world, I’m not intentionally gone, I’m sure that you are really, uh, worried that you haven’t heard from me- Tom: Wait a minute, you have the opportunity to communicate with her, and you’ve just been talking to us, and this is the first time you’ve said anything to her? Arnie: No, well, she, I, she can he-, I’m doing, this is kind-of important work. No one in my world knows that this world exists- Tom: It’s okay to run away, Arnor. You must have created this rift with your mind. Arnie: I don’t think my mind can do that. Usidore: [laughs] You see, Tomblain, you’ve fallen into our trap! You could not run away from who you are any more than Arnold can! You must- Arnie: I prefer Arnie, Usidore: Uh…words have great power. You must take your position back! You must do whatever it is, you must become the man that shall lead Tom: I don’t want to be a prince, I want to be a Cocktickler! Usidore: If you are to be formerly known as prince, you must hide yourself more carefully. I suggest changing your name to an Elven symbol. Tom: Yes. I suppose. Arnie: This all sounds really familiar, are you sure you guys know nothing about my world? Tom: You must know of my father, the King in the Northeast. He of the Purple Cloak has lived eighty and one years. They say that the Purple Reign will never end. And yet- Arnie: I feel like this is happen- [laughing] I feel like this is happening on purpose. Usidore: What do you mean? Arnie: Well some of…It would be too hard for me to explain, but I feel like some of the things that you’re saying…seem to be adding up to… Chunt: To what? Tom: If there is indeed a rift between our two worlds, mayhap some information has trickled through? Usidore: Aye, and King Albion is well known for his feats throughout the land, he has lived long. It has been profecied that when he passes from this world into another that doves will cry and- Arnie: Now, see that- Usidore: In his time he has done so much to protect the realm, he has- Tom: He has done too much. And I do not wish to ascend to his throne. I do not wish to be a part of his New Power Generation, I wish to go on as my own person. Arnie: And wear like, a raspberry beret? Tom: What? Chunt: What? Usidore: What are you talking about? Arnie: And drive a little red corvette? Tom: What? Usidore: How do you know the Red Corsairs? Arnie: [chuckles] Well I, no- Usidore: His personal guard, the Red Corsairs. They’re all four feet tall, little Red Corsairs. Arnie: Yeah, they’re a bunch of sexy motherfuckers? Tom: What? Chunt: What? Usidore: Watch your language. Chunt: Are you talking about Titania? Arnie: …Yes! Tom: Please! Chunt: Come on, I mean, they’re- Usidore: I’ll pour some more blood out of the goat and we’ll take another look at her. Tom: Do not! I do not wish to be part of this family anymore. Usidore: Whoa, check that out. Tom: I will forsake all the gold and the riches and diamonds and pearls that my father could offer. I wish only to be myself. Arnie: Tom…I, I totally- I think that’s great, what you’re doing for love, but are you even…with this barmaid now? You’re just traveling the world and you’re not even with her. Tom: I would rather be far away than to be tempted by her sight every day. All your life you’ve never seen a woman like this. Usidore: Tom, I have been patient up until this point. But you know that there’s a great burden upon thee, and when your father does pass from this realm, you must go to the cave near the castle. And in that cave, you must do the Bad Dance. If that Bad Dance is not done, then ALL HELL SHALL BREAK LOOSE UPON FOON! Arnie: [whispers] I feel like you guys are doing this on purpose- Chunt: Usidore, is…can you kill another goat to bring it back? Usidore: I’ll…I have to go get another goat. Tom: That is my mum! Chunt: Just one more time, I just want to see 'em one more time. Tom: That is my mum! Chunt: If I had my way, I would change into those for the rest of my life. Arnie: Really? Chunt: Yeah. Usidore: [in the background] Do you have a sheep? Chunt: Just like, the best…you know, horse cheeks I’ve ever seen. Tom: Arnor? Arnie: Yeah? Tom: Do you miss your family? Arnie: I do. I know I’m putting on a brave face…um… Usidore: [slaughtering another goat in the background] Arnie: I’m worried. I’m worried about my wife, just like I’m sure you’re worried about- Usidore: [grunting] Arnie: This is…really upsetting to see Usidore: Oh, look at that. There’s another picture of her- Arnie: That’s kind of worth it, yeah. Tom: How did you get that- Chunt: Check! Tom: She’s in the bath, that’s my mum! Chunt: Talk about Titania. Arnie: [chuckles] Tom: Don’t talk about it! Usidore: Tom, you must follow your own path. You must become the man you were born to be, but that does include following your heart. Just as Arnold must reach out to those that he loves, you must do that as well. For if you deny the love in your heart, you deny the man you will become. It is not impossible to do both of these things. …To love…and take on the burdens that have been placed upon you. Tom: Wait…so does that…does that mean go back, or stay? Usidore: I don’t, I don’t know. Tom: Okay, just trying to parse on that. Usidore: Yeah. Arnie: It was, he does go on a little bit. Tom: It was good stuff, but at first I thought you meant go back, and then you started saying just be who you are, so- Usidore: It’s just, it…it’s just that there’s, you see it’s all a larger part of the quest… Tom: So like, be who you are, but also be- Arnie: After a while, it’s just a bunch of words. Usidore: It must be completed, and if you understand that all of these forces are moving in tandem, that, each piece plays its own part, and I, as the architect of the Resistance, must in some way put each piece in its place, and then…you’ll know that, it’s- Arnie: I think he’s just saying words that he likes after a while. Usidore: Arnold, if your time, like, come together, you shall be [whispering quietly] the force for your love shall find a way- Tom: What, speak up. What was that? CHunt: He’s in his wizard state. Arnie: I think it’s the wizard state. Usidore: [whispering] The bloodline of… Tom: The bloodline, what? Usidore: [whispering]…Tomblain…[continues in the wizard state throughout the ending] Chunt: Do you need a place to crash? Arnie’s staying with me in my burrow. Arnie: Yeah, if you wanna stay with us for a while, while you try to decide what you want to do. Tom: Yes, I shall stay, and then when my resolve is fixed, I shall decide whether I shall be a Prince or a Cocktickler or a Traveler, indeed. [trill] Arnie: Well, thanks so much for joining us, and thank you all listeners, uh, please- Tom: Thank you, Arnor. Arnie: Eh, It’s Arnie. But thanks so much for listening, if you’re in my world listening to this, please subscribe to the podcast so you don’t- Usidore: [still in the wizard state]…pancakes… Arnie: miss any episodes, and more information of what I discover about the world of Foon. Also, please write us a review, or give us just a couple of stars. Actually, more than a couple of stars, give us all the stars on iTunes- Usidore: …Paul is dead… Arnie: -it’s gonna’ help other people get this important information about this other world. I cannot concentrate on what I’m saying while this wizard trance is going on- Chunt: Can you be given stars? Arnie: I’m not going to explain iTunes to you. I’ll maybe do it off-off the air. Usidore: If you can harness the power of a star, we can most assuredly defeat the dark lord. Arnie: We’ll get to your quest next week. Usidore: All right. [theme music] [static] Mysterious Man: Ah, what a pleasant flight of fancy that turned out to be! But remember, it’s all made up! Arnie Niekamp plays himself. You can follow him on Twitter @misterarnie. Matt Young plays Usidore the Wizard. Follow Matt on Twitter @morepeoplehappy. Adal Rifai plays Chunt the Badger, Adal’s handle is @adalrifai. And Tom the Traveler was really just Steve Walteen. If he has a Twitter handle, he is wisely unwilling to share it. The show, nothing more than a fanciful diversion, is produced by Evan Jacover and Ryan DiGiorgi, and subsequently edited by Ryan DiGiorgi. With music by Andy Poland, and extra audio assistance from Jason Knox. You can find out more about how the show isn’t real by visiting www.hellofromthemagictavern.com, or learn more on Twitter @magictavern. This enormous fabrication, which you need not concern yourself with in any way, was sponsored by Field Notes, with help from the Chicago Podcast Cooperative. Learn more about Field Notes at fieldnotesbrand.com, and the Chicago Podcast Cooperative at chicagopodcastcoop.com. [theme music end]

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Samsung Galaxy s5 Cases Walmart 2017

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