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To: Roger Freefall, N. Dublin Faerie Mound, Dublin, Ireland
Roger,
Things have been great so far over here, although I will admit I have a confession to make...
I'm no longer a hero in the sense that the family would be proud of. You see, I started out in Paragon City just like everyone else, wide-eyed and ready to do good for the world. What no one ever told me was those guys in red and white you occasionally see on the news? They're not villains off doing dastardly deeds like that one news station claims. They're Longbow agents on the side of the good guys. Wish someone had told me that before I went and beat several into a bloody pulp. Would've made things much easier. Let me tell you what happened...
I was headed down to a seedier section of Atlas Park, minding my own business when I came across 3 men in red-and-white tights beating down two helpless citizens. So in a roar that would have made Grandad Oberon proud, I shouted, "Halt, foul villain!" and jumped into the fray with fists swinging and sonic shrieks flying. Oh you woulda been proud to see me fight! All those horrible years of voice lessons finally paid off.
When all was said and done, both the men in red and white and the teens they had been attacking were unconscious on the ground around me. As the news cameras started recording, I put my best smile on and turned to face the nice reporter, who shrank back in fear. "So, Sonata, can you tell me why you trounced your companion crime fighters, the Longbow, so soundly?" Oops. I'll spare you the details, but needless to say, the interview went downhill from there, ending in a speedy but fair trail and a one way ticket to the Zig. (Note to self: Don't tick off those in power by stupid mistakes)
I'd been in there only a few weeks trying to keep my wings intact (those doorways are tiny!) when some group named Arachnos very nicely opened my cell for me and escorted me out of the prison via a large smoking hole in the wall. After rescuing one of their soldiers from those dratted Longbow (again! Do they follow me everywhere? I'm beginning to think so; it's really starting to get on my nerves.) and leaving a "thank you for putting up with me" present behind, I was taken to my new home on Mercy Island. Sure, it's been called "The City of Villains," But it's not really as bad as I thought it would be.
Granted, Kalinda's a bit on the creepy side...like your mom Morrigan-creepy, not the I'm-going-to-whistle-Dixie-while-stabbing-you kind of creepy...and Recluse has a massive Napoleon complex, while his four Council members remind me more of our cousin Puck's personality shifts...it's not all that bad.
Other than that, not much has been going on lately; went back in time to the early Roman days and said hi to Grandmother (and kicked a little butt on those Romans. A bunch of men in metal skirts...ew!), danced a jig on Recluse's prone body in the future, and met some absolutely crazy people here...crazy in the good sense, and yes that term is up with the times.
Well, gotta go. Those dratted Longbow seem to have found my apartment and are currently destroying my herb garden outside with their boots. Maybe I should hang a "Do Not Destroy" sign above it?
Hugs & Kisses from your demented magickal Eurotrash Cousin,
Treacherous Sonata
