Sister_Jeanne

41 here and I'm tearing up when I play. Wondering if I'll see friends on when I log in, wondering if the game will be saved (and to all the people who are pitching in to do their best to save it, God bless, we have over 18,00 petition signatures, so there is hope and support). It's hard logging in and realizing all the stories that are yet undone on my roster, all the characters who I have played, all the things that I have done, and have yet to do... Without COX and the support of the community, I'm not sure if I would have made it through the loss of my mother several years ago. But rather than that, I'd like to say something to my friend and partner in crime Dollhouse.

Anyway, Doll, we have a chance to save COX. Slim, perhaps, doomed, perhaps but a chance. That's all that Mirka ever asked for, as you know, and if there's a chance, the day can still be saved. That's what heroes do, and the people who I have been blessed to meet in game and interact with are heroes in their one ways. Can't say enough good things about you all.

Sam, first off I wish to apologize for blowing up at you like I did in Pinnbadges several days ago. I was dealing with a crisis IRL but no matter, I should not have done that, and my apologies.

That being said, if you want to take the build that is under proposal, I'd be happy to hand over or email you some of the stuff I have stashed. I have the relevant recipes at level 30 (I also build for positional defense and have the bad habit of bidding extras and stashing the excess when I bid on the market). I can understand if you would have issues with all your set IOs being level 30 and the generics level 50 though, and if you prefer max-level stuff I can put bids in to help you get them without you messing with the market.

There's a reason I go for 30s rather than 50s in my builds, but that's a matter of personal preference in exemplaring flexibility.

I'm enjoying it.

Even though I'm a MMORPG 'vet', it's still neat to listen to folks learning the game and how fun it is. Please keep going!

((Comments and Criticism are always welcome))

"See you all tomorrow!" With that, the brunette turned and made her way toward her next class, only to be interrupted by the buzz of the PA system.

Gwendolyn Caracol, report to the office immediately!

As she entered the office, Gwen took a moment to check her appearance. Long mouse brown hair, glasses, and the Primary School #3 green and black uniform of skirt and blouse were all presentable. As she stepped inside, she noticed a man dressed in a black uniform standing at the counter. He turned; showing her the soulless black orbs replacing his eyes...then darkness as those eyes swallowed up her world. The last thing she heard was a cold voice:

"A superb morsel indeed. Lord Infernal will be pleased"

Light returned to her and the feeling of something cold circling her wrists and ankles. She opened her eyes with a groan...then wished she had not.

The chapel she was in had seen better days. Blood spattered the walls, half-covering runes that writhed in torment. The flickering torchlight picked out symbols that made Gwen sick to look upon. The source of that blood was an altar near where she was chained to the wall, glowing sooty red and stained with the blood of countless innocents.

Oh NO. I have heard stories of Infernal, how he feasts upon souls. How I wish those books I had secretly read were true, that there would be a hero come to save me.

Get REAL Gwen. There are no heroes here, not after Tyrant has crushed them all.

The sight of a hulking figure in black armor interrupted her panicked thoughts. He looked at her and grinned hungrily as a deep voice rang in her ears. “What purity and innocence. Now to flavor it some with terror and a touch of pain.” One finger reached out and traced an arcane design upon her right palm. As Infernal stepped back a black fire began to burn Gwen’s hand, spreading slowly toward her shoulder.

“Now sing for me, little bird! Sing until you cannot scream any more!”

I will NOT scream for him! But it hurts, it hurts. Please someone, anyone, if you can hear me, I need help. I need a hero!

Sometimes prayers are answered, even on Praetorian Earth.

“Are you sure this is safe, Dr. Macintyre?”

“Yes, we have detected a large buildup of dimensional energies in dimension Upsilon Beta 9-6, Praetorian Earth. We believe it’s an attempt to breach the dimensional boundaries and invade Prime Earth. We need you to investigate, Sister Jeanne.”

“Yes, but this technology to phase me into that dimension then phase me back automatically at a preset time has never been tested on humans. Correct?”

“Yes, although probe studies have….what ARE you doing?”

“Praying, Doctor. Faith is what I need right now to face this threat. Faith in your theory, faith that even as unworthy as I am, that I may be able to defend the defenseless from this wolf at their door. Send me. Now.”

Gwen’s focus on not crying out was so total that it took her a moment to recognize the sound she heard was in fact a slow and measured clapping.

“Oh impressive, the scene, the sacrifice, even the armor. NOT! Right out of a hack sword and sorcery pulp. Why can’t you evil types be creative once and maybe wear SOMETHING different, maybe a nice pink, eh, Infernal?”

Through the tears of pain clouding her eyes, she saw the speaker step out from behind a pillar. Gray and Black armor covered her from chin to toes, with the symbol of an open book and crossed swords in white on her chest. A long white cape rustled as she stepped forward, the cross design on it shifting in the torchlight. Short black hair framed an oval face with grey eyes and a cheerful grin.

“I can’t believe you. Here I come all the way across dimensions merely to see a third rate incompetent doing his basic Demonology makeup exam. What a waste of my time.”

Infernal glared at her: “YOU! Anti-Matter will reward me for your head after what you did to his lab.”

The smile never changed, but the mocking tone got much colder. “Infernal. Let’s dance.” With that, the stranger drew a katana and began to circle Infernal.

Gwen gasped as Infernal pointed his hand at the stranger. Ebon flame shot out, but hit only air as the stranger ducked under the bolt and dashed past Infernal. There was a clash of steel on steel then Infernal laughed.

“Surrender now, for I cannot be hurt.” With that, he gestured, and a huge axe flew from the altar to his hand. Fire sprang from it as he hefted it one handed.

“Indeed, hellforged plate, with the souls of demons bound to it. An armor no mortal weapon can harm. Unfortunate that I was called to slay demons, isn’t it, for my blessed katana is no mortal weapon.

As Gwen watched in awe, a duel like none that she had ever imagined played out before her eyes. Infernal was swinging at the stranger with blows that could shatter mountains. But the stranger always seemed to be one step ahead. His blows shattered pillars, walls and the remnants of benches, but somehow always missed the stranger, who in turn mocked Infernal between slashes of her blade.

At last, the stranger leapt backward only to flip over to Gwen’s side. She quickly dug through the purse at Gwen’s feet. “Where is it, compact, phone, makeup….aha lipstick, at last, and pink too, perfect!”

As Gwen watched, she then dodged under a wild axe swing and dashed past Infernal to the altar. Gwen laughed, for a sloppy pink lipstick heart adorned his chestplate now.

With that Infernal charged the stranger, his axe held overhead in both hands to crush her. As he swung in his frenzy, Jeanne dodged, letting it smash onto the altar, which promptly exploded in gout of green fire.

“Sucker. We should make our exit now, Mon Cherie!”

With that, a katana sliced through the chains, and Gwen’s world dissolved into light.

Through the haze of pain, voices spoke. “Jeanne, who is the girl? No time, get her to the hospital, that spell is eating her arm away!”

“Dr. Sheridan, can you do something with the arm? No, we must amputate, but I believe we can replace it, we have the technology….”

“”How is she? Not good, the spell is still eating away at her soul, Jeanne, she must find the strength to break it and live”

Finally, she realized that she was not alone. A soft voice spoke to her mind: Little one, you have been forged so cruelly and yet still have such beauty in your soul. I offer you the life you have dreamed of as a champion of the Light, but the cost will be high. Will you accept me as your guide?

Who are you? I am N’Pthys, what your kind call Khledian We have journeyed to help humanity to face the trials ahead, for our battle is now yours. If you accept, I shall merge with you, making us greater together than alone, for now and forever

Yes, I accept.

Sister Jeanne is a Catholic nun and as such is supported by the Paragon City Diocese (her stipend is tithed). Basically she has an expense account of sorts to live off and housing is supplied.

Ami Mizuno is a Medical Intern at Phoenix Medical in Talos. Unknown to the general public (or her) she is actually an andriod duplicate of the real Ami (deceased in the Rikti war). As such she has no need to sleep (although she has an apartment in SC to keep up apperances).

Rei 04 is a clone and as such logs back into her labratory 'home' after field testing on her powers. The taxpayers pick up the bill on her.

Coronal Flare is the adopted 'Daughter' of Jeanne (from Praetorian Earth) and as a minor lives at home with her 'mother'. Unknown to Jeanne she is also a Peacebringer fusion, the few times that she's been caught sneaking out, a fast form shift has prevented 'Mom' from making the connection between her daughter and the flying seafood platter.