Editing The Consortium (section)

==Divergence: supTG==
Despite the hard chitin carapace covering, and the four legs drumming across the wood board floor, the Jeanstealer could be quiet. Quiet enough to evade the notice of the small man with the outrageously large hat rimmed in dark candy ropes.<br>
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The man tottered about underneath a pile of tools, pulling, yanking, hitting the mess of pipes and wires that seemed to surround him at every turn, here in the heart of his castle. No one had been at the door to bar entry for the Jeanstealer, and aside from the singular Lord, there was no one in sight. Her recurved line in the center of her skeletal face split, revealing rows of acid teeth, as she crept closer, and closer, and closer-<br>
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Regrettably, a poorly welded pipe gave way, sending her falling from the ceiling, smashing to the floor, giving enough racket to tip even the clueless owner of the home off that something was amiss. In a blink, the Jeanstealer sprang, placing her above the mystified fellow, arrays of tooth and claw set to tear him to pieces-<br>
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"Hello?" The wide hat beneath her turned left and right, trying to find the origin of the noise, "Someone there?"
He would have been dead three times over, were it not for the sight, behind some poorly washed glass of lolcron looming. He shook his head. She in turn, rolled her eyes, and with some regret, the Jeanstealer retracted her claws, hid her teeth, and dropped to the floor loudly and clumsily. She then rolled over when she was certain she had caught the fool's attention, rubbing her head.<br>
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"~nya..."<br>
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"Hm?" The Lord turned, then brightened on seeing her, "Oh hello, hello, hello! Welcome! Come in! Beunos dias! Eh erm, Vilsturkin? Eh, whatever anyway come on in- well, you're already in, so hello! Welcome to my place- I say, did you fall?"<br>
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"Hee," She shut her eyes, and broadened her smile, "I made a whoopsie, sorry about that mistah," She opened one eye, "Eh, sorry, sorry, who are you again?"<br>
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"Oh well, I'm the [[User:Lord Licorice|Lord of Licorice]]," Said the man, tipping his head, "And this is my castle, suptg, miss...?"<br>
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"Jeanstealer," She smiled, as she stood, "You can call me Jeanstealer."<br>
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Lolcron lingered at the window for a moment, before marching off, leaving forever engraved in the wall a blast shadow of a witness. Things were proceeding to plan.<br>
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"And this is the Meebo chatroom!" Proclaimed the Lord of Licorice with some pride.<br>
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A cluster of large, doughy faces glanced up, pale and bleary in the glow of the youtube link, before setting their heads to stare back at Tally Hall Me Banana.<br>
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"Who the **** is this?"<br>
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Jeanstealer frowned, looked over at the Lord of Licorice who continued on blithely, "This is Jeanstealer! She's a draw***, and, uh, she wanted to see the /tg/ resource page," the Lord gave a shrug. "She seems nice enough."<br>
"***" Said one of the more animate ones in the far corner.<br>
"Shut the **** up Issyl, I swear to **** if you **** this up for us I will **** in your ****hole****** *** ****."<br>
"Okay, what the **** is going on?" Asked Jean, before pausing.<br>
The Lord shrugged, "Eh, I just rent this thing. Aside from the vid, it has its problems."<br>
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[[Anime|Pettan Pettan Tsurepettan]] played on the vid, as Jeanstealer's smile grew frozen and forced.<br>
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"****ing [[Touhou]]s."<br>
"I'd **** raymoo in her ***. As a kind of revenge, not out of any sort of lust."<br>
"****."<br>
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This was going to be a long mission.<br>
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"I swear to fuck I will kill the asterisk," murmured Jean as she marched along behind lolcron, "I just spent three hours locked in a tiny, smelly room hearing the same stupid songs over and over again as they talked about their fucking dream starships. I can't-"<br>
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Lolcron looked back, a look of empathy on its face, leading Jeanstealer to sigh and roll her eyes, "Yes, yes, you're right, have to do this for the job," she mumbled.<br>
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"Let's just pick up some fanfiction on the way back so we can get some fa/tg/uys raged to death when we're in town, alright?<br>
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Lolcron spread its arms in an exaggerated expression.<br>
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"Oh don't be like that. C'monnnnn," she bounded forward, wrapping herself around one of the outstretched arms, "It'll be fun! I saw one, about, like, these tyranids that were domesticated by some furry barbarians, and like, they found out the tyranids were SAD, so like-"<br>
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The duo marched away from Castle Suptg, as the ever frenetic Lord of Licorice crawled across the construction, attempting to get the archive function working.<br>