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Question Dreams of Nightmares
- Dreamer
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Thank You for story comments appreciated and help me know me they are being read and liked.

- E. E. Nalley
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I would rather be exposed to the inconveniences attending too much liberty than to those attending too small a degree of it.
Thomas Jefferson, to Archibald Stuart, 1791
- Malady
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Also, this is the furthest we've seen in the Three Amigos Plot, it seems, since Dorms 4.6 ended Oct. 2nd, and this is Oct 9th.
Jennifer's going to Whateley...
Lol if Kayda does the search-y thing and triggers something, while Jennifer's at Whateley.
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I'm willing to call this Kayda's obsession now... A bit too energetic... A bit mad.
Did Coyote see all this back when that Choice was made? Or not even he could see past Nimbus's block, and that future was just making good guesses??
Can he not help, right now, and wants to??
Wakan Tanka isn't guiding Kayda through this, when a second opinion seems mighty good right about now...
- Dreamer
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Below is a stream of conscious commentary I type up as I read the story. There will be details from the story included in it. If you have not read the story yet and don't wish to have details of it spoiled, read no further.
Dreams of Nightmares comments
A discussion of the nature of dreams, interesting. Lies you tell yourself until you believe them to be the truth yourself, scary. Who is blaming themselves for destroying their best friend's life? Based on the date, it is Kayda. Ah, scared how she might have harmed her unborn child by drinking even a little. Wait, Kayda is pregnant!October 9th, 2016
The March of Dreams
Grown up and still having to deal with him, good grief. And recalling the life Brandon could have had with Lanie, she is a spitfire. How heated the fights get, then the make-up sex, *rolls eyes*Dreams are the very stuff of magic and the undisputed master of magic, was Coyote. Coyote who had first tricked the secrets of magic from the stars and brought them to the People. The Realm of Dreams was the hunting ground of Coyote and tonight I would be his prey.
All those memories of that potential life and then it is gone in an instant. Coyote made her experience all of that and perfectly remember it, forcing her to choose, now that is cruel. I knew Coyote messed with Kayda in that incident but to go that far, that isn't a lesson, that is just plain vindictive and cruel.
She fell asleep in her Dreamspace, at least she wakes up to Debra. The Coyote costume in her Dreamspace, now he is just messing with her for his amusement. Memories of Laneth challenging Debra for Kayda, good grief, it is like a hit parade of paths not taken. 5 children and two others who don't exist because of taking this path in life, what lesson is he trying to teach her with all this?October 10th, 2016
Dreamspace of the Ptesanwi
Lanie miscarried the twins thanks to the battle with Unhcegila, I didn't know that. Blaming herself for what happened to Card Trick, Ping Pong, and Farmboy, *sigh* Yes, there are consequences to the choices you make, but you can't always tell what the correct choice is until afterward. Only a spirit like Coyote, who can see them all, could make the right choice every time. And more guilt over the consequences of her decision, more grief, Coyote needs to stop jerking her around like this.
Finally, a memory which snaps her out of it.“There are a multitude of sins 'I'm sorry' will not cover as an Adult, Miss Franks,” the memory of Elizabeth Carson warned me. “There will come a time when you realize you must make your peace with the decisions you have made and live with them.”
“No matter what they cost you,” I whispered around my grief.
And yet he showed her another life, another potential future, which is affecting her decision and leaving her feeling guilty for the path not taken."I will not tell you that," Coyote had said in my memory, taunting me. "I will not prejudice your decision. Others make decisions not knowing the future. You must do the same."
At least the memory of Laneth helps her as well. Ooo, so she could seek out Laneth and through her find Lanie's mind and restore her, goodie. A harsh lesson to get to this point, Coyote, but a good one, you sneaky B.
Woken up by Debra.October 10th, 2007
Guest Bedroom, Cody Residence, The Village
Well, there is one thing Kayda learned from Lanie that is still around, that sense of humor and teasing. Time for breakfast and hopefully soon a quest to free Lanie from her own mind.My eyes opened and I could see the sun streaming in the windows. I smiled at her. “With you?” I teased her. “That sounds like fun to me!”
Great short story, I didn't get where Coyote was going at first, the trip down memory lane was nice. Cruel to be kind has never been truer than when it comes to Coyote. And we have seen that Laneth is still around in Lanie's mind, even if Lanie has no idea who she is. I can't wait to see what this leads to in future stories.
Thank You for story comments appreciated and help me know me they are being read and liked.

- null0trooper
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Malady wrote: Did Coyote see all this back when that Choice was made? Or not even he could see past Nimbus's block, and that future was just making good guesses??
The ward had a beginning and ending time, covered a limited area, and doesn't prevent the exercise of reason or planning.
No seer or precognitive would be able to foresee into that time and place, nor would they see the consequences. During that time, no attempt to scry into the area would succeed. It was sealed from all, what happened there would be a mystery to all, save those who were directly there.
Given that the Handmaid's Loom and Garden allow for visiting What Could Be, Coyote's likely old enough to have stolen a few tricks for peeking around corners.
Forum-posted ideas are freely adoptable.
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- Sir Lee
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- E. E. Nalley
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I would rather be exposed to the inconveniences attending too much liberty than to those attending too small a degree of it.
Thomas Jefferson, to Archibald Stuart, 1791
- Hardric
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There 'Screw Fate' and 'Continue Despite Everything' just the sort of themes I need in my ears:
Dreams can be so many things.
They can be fantasy, where we live out inner whimsy and pride; superheroes saving cities, Lothario's with conquests and exploits to make Casanova himself blush, past, present, future. Like the little green puppet said, 'The future, the past, old friends, long gone.' Sometimes we walk down roads we didn't take, remember things we didn't do, sometimes we did those things, but not in the manner we dream of.
To think I was so happy to recognize Kayda's first person PoV.
I didn't cause my best friend's life to be destroyed.
The very exact pure truth. What? She took her decision, and would have taken it in any reality/timeline, you pretty muchh have no agency here... Okay, you couldn't have hidden it, but that's it.
Dreams are the very stuff of magic and the undisputed master of magic, was Coyote. Coyote who had first tricked the secrets of magic from the stars and brought them to the People. The Realm of Dreams was the hunting ground of Coyote and tonight I would be his prey. We often relive the past in dreams and sometimes...sometimes we are shown the road we didn't take. Why had he picked that night? Was he bored of toying with others? Did he feel that I deserved a proverbial smack upside my head?
Please Kayda, get it in that armored thing you call a skull, the fucktard only has the power over you that you grants it. Just accepts the idea it is that sadistic liar only out for kicks and sick joy, only paying lip service to the idea of convoying any lesson/intel and it will be all good and you can concentrate on the important part of the drivel.
Or was I finally in a place where I would listen?
If anything, you pass far too much time listening that pile of self-satisfied shit... WT? Where the fuck are you? Please tell me you didn't let her alone with that degenerate willingly.
"I place two roads at your feet, Brandon Franks," the spirit had told me, so many years ago. "One is an easy path, pleasant, beautiful and full of company and joys.”
Could you please not do that? All of my bullshit-o-meters exploded again, and they are a bitch to replace.
Pleasant? There are not words to accurately describe the rush of feelings and memories that came when I recalled that sentence. A lifetime of everything, making love, sharing meals, feeling my hand almost wrenched off as she suffered in labor, and then the tearful joy on her sweaty face as she held the newborn daughter she had given me. Of course, it wasn't all Norman Rockwell. She's a red head and she has a temper like an atomic bomb and it's her nature to bottle up the little hurts and slights until the bottle is too full and it explodes.
Our fights were the stuff of legend!
Don't pay attention to the fact 'you' look like Wyatt with a badly photoshopped version of your face, and a lame voice-over of him in that dream. Completely normal, no con ongoing... Also, no racism against redheads, that hair color is awesome.
And then it was gone.
Would be hard, it never actually existed. In any form.
God, I wish that I was still ignorant of the alternate consequences of my decision!
And you are. You forgets it cannot be that golden and that fine prints had to be somewhere (Bastard, you know? at a minimumm) in the name of... I'm sorry, but that's wangsting, and the fact it would have been a cost foisted off on others, and never was something even remotely real.
I should have known that when I didn't know what those perils would be, what hardships I would face, that I was being deceived! I stared at him, reeling from the feeling of having lived twenty years, seeing tearful faces of children, my children who I had not yet sired, begging me to pick them, to take the so-called easy way so that they could live.
You were deceived. You were 'given' that castle in the clouds, and recognized it for the pipe dream it was. No hardships in that life makes it less of a lie. Heck, it only stress how crass and ill-though it was, and how much of a retard Wile E Coyote thought you were to swallow the idea that you can get all the free candies with one word. Except free candies never existed.
“Please daddy! Please!”
"Give me that life of hardships and suffering you're going through, for your selfsh happiness!" Wile E Coyote cheaped out there, it didn't even bother to use a voice changer while spewing that shit.
I looked at Deb's back, and for a moment, I considered waking her, but that would be selfish. And I'd picked this life not to be selfish, hadn't I?
Precisely. Now stop the wangsting and prove that aetheric pile of shit wrong by actually living that life.
Dressed in the costume Tansy Walcutt had made for me ten years ago. I frowned, holding it up. This wasn't the buckskin dress I had taken off when we went to sleep. Why was it here now? I peered through the gloom of the light of the coals, but either I would wear this, or I would go naked.
Petty fucktard.
I remembered the battle the Pict ancestress of my sister had with my lover over me, as I stared at the place in the dirt where they had fought. Once more I shivered as I remember that searing kiss she had given me. “Why are you tormenting, Coyote?” I whispered as I remembered. “What is it you're trying to say?”
Fucktard was just bored, and you're its favorite whipping girl.
The five children Elaine Franks would have born for me. And two more, don't forget.
Because the ones she had with Wyatt had no right to life either... Wait, what?
Elaine was nearly killed because of me.
Elaine miscarried two children because of the demon she had fought. The demon she had rushed out to fight to save me. I had been terrified she might have been rendered sterile the way poor Vanessa was. Stephen was a blessing to more than just me. Even if his birth had heralded the last days I would have with her.
Elaine was nearly killed by her own decision, and her kids were because she took her decision. Her choices, her consequences. You might have taken the choice setting up the stage, but she was the only one with the agency to play her own role. Give her at least that uch credit, as a friend and sister.
Card Trick, Ping Pong, Farmboy, their faces rose up out of the mists of time and memory to me and the tears started to flow now as I realized now they might be dead, or worse, because of the choice I'd made. I'd selected their fates because I wanted to be noble. I sank to my knees and cried for the departed and the wounded, and the cursed who suffered for my inability to think of the alternatives or the consequences of that decision. Can you lie through omission to yourself? Coyote has opened my eyes to consequences now.
Conneries. Your reaction after that fight clearly show you knew that, you always knew that. Again, the fucktard only has the power you give it, so stop selling him everything. Besides, they were heroes, fighting a monster. Ugly, but that was their calling and the sort of fight why they took the cape. If not you, it would have been another monster, don't cheapen their lives by making them all about you... Also, fucktard, Now you're all coy about Card Trick, eh?
And now, now it was worse yet, because Elaine did not know herself, might not ever know herself and was perhaps forever separated from her husband and her children because of the choice I made. Was that too a consequence of my decision? I didn't, couldn't know! No one could! But, it was possible and in that possibility, I felt the pang of grief. My body shook with the sobs and bleary eyed, I looked up to the stars above me and shouted out, “I'm sorry! God! Forgive me! I'm sorry!”
“There are a multitude of sins 'I'm sorry' will not cover as an Adult, Miss Franks,” the memory of Elizabeth Carson warned me. “There will come a time when you realize you must make your peace with the decisions you have made and live with them.”
... Seeing that... Keeping her in the mud at the very same place for years is that funny?
“No matter what they cost you,” I whispered around my grief. “Coyote!” I shouted to the heavens. “Don't do this to me! What have I done to earn this from you?”
Nothing, you're just a chew toy to it. Nothing else. Kick it in the balls as many times as you want, then move on with your life an leave that pile of shit in the garbage can it should have never left.
I will not tell you that," Coyote had said in my memory, taunting me. "I will not prejudice your decision. Others make decisions not knowing the future. You must do the same."
Even the fucktard acknowledge what it 'showed' you was nothing but a gold-plated lie. Leave it behind, lady, I know you can!
Hollow inside, I forced myself back up to my knees and in my minds eye I conjured up the face of my sister so I would not forget. No. I paused, there was something on the tip of my tongue, a thought almost formed, but drowned out over the weight of all the guilt and shame I had just been purged of. Now that I was empty and quiet, now Coyote could whisper it to me. Laneth. Yes, that was it, that was the key to everything. Laneth who was Lanie and yet, not; the little bit of herself she kept away from the rest of her soul, that had allowed her to battle the otherworldly demon and resist the madness it cursed others with. What had made her so reslient that when...
Of course!
It was so obvious! Right in front of me and I hadn't seen it because I was so proud, so fixated on finding Elaine that there were others I could seek, and perhaps through them, free my sisters mind and restore her.
Again, Conneries. I refuse to believe that she never tried of thought of that in all these years. Her characters is worth more than a prop to make Wile E Coyote look perfect and awesome!
“Thank you, Coyote,” I whispered as I felt a hand on my shoulder.
Say the victim to its abuser. She is sorry she made you hit her.
Tansy, my mind corrected her. Tansy has breakfast for us. “Sounds good.”
... I trust you to have the strength to make that true, Kayda. You, and never that aetheric bag of flies and shit.
Welp, rage is still there. Guess a rant it will be.
First, Kayda. It really saddens me to see ow things went for her with this new G2 vignette... but it also angers me at some degree, and makes it so I cannot help but going more and more for 'wangst' instead of 'angst' for her situation because she didn't move an inch between G1 and G2, or likely moved for the worst after what G1 story she could have in the future for her emotional mindstate.
You'll tell me it is because of all the crap she went through, and at some level, I've got to agree. Nonetheless, it kills my interest in her character arc, because i know whatever victory, wish or dream in G1 she have will be all for nothing, because it will all be back to square 1 for that story and G2.
And for all the sorta masochistic preference I have for characters struggling deeply to get the happy ending, the fact this struggle is all for nothing, that she is still there, full of self-loathing and grief and nothing and cannot enjoy whatever perk she has or has left in life because she just has to be the cause of everything wrong, even after all these years, unable to accept that other people's decisions are their own, stupid one included... What good is it to continue exactly? Just put an end to her character arc, since it is clear she is not allowed to achieve anything despite her struggles.
Child(ren) wth Debra idea? Puff in the smoke. Building any sort of future? Gone. I want to soldier on and hope G2 will finally give her, heck not even a good ending by now, but just something, but my hopes aren't that high. And that hurts writing that, because Kayda's story was the first Whateley one I read in its entirety, and now... Now it looks like she'll only gets regrets about the past, and absolutely nothing else. Just why?
And it angers me also because that choice's crap is still her well-rooted inside her mind, and it angers me for one reason. Personal interpretation, but I'd et my left arm on that.
That choice she seems to have been obsessing at least low-key for all these years was always a lie.
Not a direct falsehood of course, Wile E Coyote would have been shred apart by the Tricksters' Union if it had done that, and such a nice thing is clearly not allowed. But we audience and Kayda are supposed to believe its valley of roses and dreams was real? Seriously? One choice, and everything would have been perfect, some unimportant losers nonewithstanding, no real drawbacks for involved people?
Pure. Connerie.
Of fucking course there would have struggles and problems here, probably some quite nasty ones, the aetheric wanker just didn't tell about them. Everything directly hanging on Kayda doing stuff would have been undone, and I'm sure I cannot be the only one seeing the tab for that choice.
And of course, that one future could be shown at the perfection, and totally didn't look like Daily Life of Cody Wyatt and Elaine Nalley, with makeover for Wyatt to better seal the lie. Heck, the degenerate bag of flies itself is all about how you cannot choose while nowing your future... Guess your so vaunted dream path was pretty much just a dream, eh? Or else you know the future perfectly, and free will is a lie... except there is that unintended Avatart trait Kayda manifested, so I guess your blabbering about the perfect future was just that in the end, a lie, Wile E Coyote.
And that's a big reason for that mix of sadness and anger for me here. That whole drivel was just a test of leadership to see if Kayda was the cheap bastard sort, willing to take the 'All Happiness For Me Alone' path, and if she was enough of a rat to sacrifice her own child to get that. A lie, and one whic would trgger sneers of contempt from used car salemen for its amateurism, having only the power it is allowed to get... And Kayda has been letting that shit control her life for about a decade, cheating both her current life and that so-called alternate path, and the frustration just won't go when I see that, and don't tell me it's that story only people. I remember Kayda's obsessing about that shit too after the big serpent attacked that assembly she was presiding just a few years ago. All these years, and she's still letting herself be controled and ruined by wanker unable to nail even one Road Runner and coming to make her suffer for jerking off material.
Leading me to Wile E Coyote... I cannot be nice here, I fucking hate the idea that, once again, Kayda's plotline has been put in a fridge and is only moving forward because the author finally pushed the button allowing it, and that the finger doing so was that fucking enculé, once again being the Alpha and the Omega of the plot.
And I deeply hate the implication that Kayda was too dumb to never, ever, not even once, think about using that banshee to pist Elaine in all these years of frantic obsession on the problem. And I say it because I genuinely think her character deserves more credit than that, I do believe she is smart and able enough to get that idea without that obvious, egregious Plot Device making what is supposed to be her plot because everybody else is too stupid, incompetent, and useless to do anything without it passing by its Purfection Wile E Coyote.
Plot Device in the worst sense of the word too: That black hole/tumor which swallowed all of Elaine, Tansy and Kayda's major plotlines, and is only allowing them out once it has taken the center place, making everybody else in the story irrelevant at best, harmful or useless at worst, because only Wile E Coyote is allowed to push theplot ofrward, and only in the way making Wile E Coyote the awesomest, the perfectest, and flawlessest sadistic pain in the ass, unable to do wrong or suffer in any remotely significiant way, while other charcters stay thee staring at the void while drooling, or doing something, but alas too late, because Wile E Coyote the awesomest, the perfectest, and flawlessest sadistic pain in the ass already solved it all for them, making them look like worst than useless morons (Kigabidule Round 2, people), before 'regally' granting them a scrap of the next plot point to get them flaying around like useless boring props until it goes back to its role of black hole at the center of the stage.
And I fully expect Murhpy's Law of Spirit to follow that very same path too later, with the plot only allowed to its final step by the Grace of Wile E Coyote (I half expect/dread it will all end with Murphy as its Avatar as the only way out, ecause nothing but the best ofor Wile E coyote), just like it will here in G2 (I mean it shaped that whole vignette without even appearing bordel de merde), because starting from the moment it has crept in the plot in Kayda's story, this thing has been only on the center stage, shaping the plot all by itself, in the most cruel and sadistic way, and everyone is supposed to adore it and agree with it at every step. Where the fuck is Sun Wuking, aka a trickster actually bearable?
And the worst part of it? Even If elrod and Nalley told me it was all in my head, that Wile E Coyote wasn't the too-perfct-to-fail Alpha and Omega, that it has pains and failures burdening it like Bedside Rug, WT or Grizzly, that something can be achieved without it, that it won't pollute the scenes and stories in the future, or that Kayda had just een psychoting too much here, up to the point where she thanks the abusive fuck which turned her into its chew toy and favorite misery fap material... At some deep level, I couldn't believe them. Because Kayda, Elaine, Cody and Tansy's Stores look less and less like Whateley Academy to me, but to the Wile E Coyote Show, Or Why All Human Losers Should Just Stop And Only Do Everything Wile E Coyote Tells Them TO Do, Because WIle E Coyote Is The Only Source Of Good And Right In The Multiverse. And I want to read about Wateley, not the props of an ACME Junkie only allowing them enough freedom to stress its own 'awesomeness'...
And frankly, by that point, if I saw it suffer, it would only a cause to break out the kir, because there is no more buying any sort of good grace for it than there was for Kai Leng (another overhyped loser plot propped far far more longer than what his so-called skills should have allowed him to pull out of his ass).
(Hell, I'm not even trying to ask where are Tatanka and WT in G2, ding a fat lot big deal of nothing. The way Kayda's story go, I guess they're deader than dead and that the abusive wanker is her spirit guide now. Huzzah...)
Fuck, it hurts having that much anger. I wanted even a shred of joy for that retun in Kayda's PoV after all that time. Sorry, but I had nothing else...
- E. E. Nalley
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Kayda is obsessed with Elaine, and it blinded her to other avenues.
I have to say I never cease to be amazed at how readers will run right by what you as a writer think are incredibly too obvious hints and points of the direction of the story and latch on with the strength of a drowning man to a life preserver things that you thought were just window dressing and not important at all.
Anyway, if there's fault, it's mine.
I would rather be exposed to the inconveniences attending too much liberty than to those attending too small a degree of it.
Thomas Jefferson, to Archibald Stuart, 1791
- Hardric
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Guess that whole mess also makes of me a case of obsession too, because Wile E Coyote's presence in the background was enough to push most of my buttons get me in that direction, and blame it for putting Kayda in her own obsessive loop. That fucktard is really far too much on my mind... Irony is supposed to be funnier.
- E. E. Nalley
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Polite is also nice...

I don't for a second think you were trying to be ugly or malicious and I appreciate you JUST AS MUCH as Dreamer's stream of consciousness replies. So, no worries, mate! I am grateful for the details.
I would rather be exposed to the inconveniences attending too much liberty than to those attending too small a degree of it.
Thomas Jefferson, to Archibald Stuart, 1791
- Katssun
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Grief makes you dumb. Trust me. Things that should be straight forward and simple just elude you. I don't know why. I don't know if I ever will.
It also makes you obsess about regrets, until you learn the hard way to move past them, not let them continue to eat at you. It's worse because Kayda was given the knowledge of what was supposed to happen, in every detail apparently, and updated as time goes forward. Not because of anything she did. No, because of Coyote's anger at the Ptesanwi. Tansy suffers no less. But neither Tansy or Wyatt are plagued with the direct knowledge of what could have been.
I feel like it is also okay to know where Kayda is 9 years later when reading Gen 1 stories. It's no different than a story being In Medias Res. It tints the earlier stories, but not in a way that's good or bad, just something else. It's going to make the hopes and dreams she has ache, and the dips maybe hurt a little less in comparison.
The downside is that maybe that we already know the two big reasons why, rather than a continual level of dread building up to an unknown trigger event or two.
- XaltatunOfAcheron
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Katssun wrote: Is it really that Kayda never thought of seeking out Laneth? She and Deb and Tansy all thought Lanie was Delta-Echo-Alpha-Delta dead. Wyatt thinks she's dead, because he knows Mrs. Cody is really Tansy.
Actually, IIRC, Kayda thinks Lanie is alive somewhere. She never accepted that Lanie was actually dead.
The Sorrows of Red October wrote:
Kayda blinked and looked, trying to focus. “You have an alert,” she said as she saw the screen change. Tansy turned it over, squealed in surprise and dropped the phone. “What?” Franks asked, astounded as she had never in all her life seen Tansy act this way.
“It...it can't be,” Tansy whispered. “I don't believe it, I won't!”
“What?” Deb and Kayda demanded at the same time. Tansy looked at them, wild-eyed, then pointed at the phone on the floor. Deb walked over and picked it up. “Wicked (Villain) ID used 3OCT16 15:27 Manhattan, New York,” she read. “I don't understand. Wicked was Lanie's hero ID, not that she ever used it...”
“When,” managed Tansy with some difficulty. “When Mrs Carson took Lanie and Jadis to New York to arrest Freya, she had Ms Hartford create a fake ID called Wicked. And while Elaine took that as her permanent codename, Ms Hartford created a complete second identity for it, birth certificates, college transcripts, everything.”
“So what?” asked Deb.
Kayda turned from Tansy to her lover, a look of astonishment on her face. “She never turned those credentials in, baby. She kept them.”
“I...” stammered Tansy. “I told her you never knew when you'd need a good fake ID. And when Kayda was going through one of her 'I know she's still alive' phases, to humor her I put an alarm on all of her IDs, to ping me if they were used.”
Debbie jumped to her feet and got between the two girls. “Whoa, hold your horses, you two! Just because there was a hit on that MID does NOT mean Lanie...”
“Who else would have it?” demanded Kayda. “I knew she was alive!”
- Mister D
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Hardric wrote: I really want to apologize for how... hostile that whole thing looks like (cannot really pretty up with 'might' and the likes), and deeply apologize for looking like I was talking trash about you or elrod at any point.
Guess that whole mess also makes of me a case of obsession too, because Wile E Coyote's presence in the background was enough to push most of my buttons get me in that direction, and blame it for putting Kayda in her own obsessive loop. That fucktard is really far too much on my mind... Irony is supposed to be funnier.
This sort of reaction is normal when interacting with trickster spirits.
Yes, they may be friendly, but they will still screw with your head.
It's in their nature.
You choose to undergo this experience, by the very fact of you choosing to work with them.
When they mess with you for their own reasons, it's another story though...
There's a very good example of this in the season finale of Season 2 of American Gods.

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