Train of Thought

[Shaon]

((Train of Thought is, as I first decided, short paragraphs from many different universes. It's intended that you're not supposed to know what's going on, not the past, nor the future -- you're thrown in, then promptly pulled out.))

“Lucifer – Lucifer mentioned you,” said the DEMON. “Mistook me for you. I don’t think she was – right in the head, if you know what I mean.” I glanced at Hellcat. Lucifer hadn’t been mentioned in—in years. We were afraid of his reaction. Or, at least, I was. He was frozen, frozen in fear or knowledge and afraid and – “She seemed – sorry about something. I don’t know what happened between you two, but I felt that I should pass on the message.” The near twin of Hellcat glanced at his companions, shrugging. “Yeah. I wanted to come here in order to tell him that.”

---

“Paranesia,” he said, simply enough, towering over her, leaning on his nondescript staff. She laid, curled up, within her physical form – her true one, not the farce she always held for the mortals she played with.
“How did you do this?” She spat out.
Chronos laughed. “I have my ways,” he whispered, and began the ritual.
The goddess of illusion was enveloped within a clear egg. No struggling, weak as she was, could stop him. Flames danced around her, danced around her as she neared her death, neared her entrance to the Afterlife she never visited.
Paranesia shrieked.

---

“Do you hear that?” The Parasitian whispered. Her DEMON friend looked around. “They’re all around us. You can’t see them.”
“I can.”

---

“It’s starting to get to be that time again,” she said to herself, looking at the picture taken almost a year ago. She brushed her hand against the figures in the photo, figures that only rarely exist. “Are you going to reappear?”

---

“I don’t know what I was thinking,” the wolf muttered to her scythe. She looked up, glancing at the world she previously left behind. “I don’t know,” she continued to mutter, caressing the ornate weapon with her two free hands while four others walked. “I wonder how they’re doing.”

---

“The Net?” I questioned. My newfound friend held his hand out. “Never been there? The library recently installed public terminals. Let’s go.”

---

“L, huh.” She whispered. “Odd name.”

---

"Today is the grand opening of the Korhal Zoo's wolf exhibit, in case you didn't know," the chipper news anchor announced. "Here's our news reporter in the field."

"Thanks, Jane," the reporter replied, the video switching to him. "As you can see behind me, I'm at the new wolf exhibit at our local zoo. Donators have graciously given them-"

The first thing you could hear was the shouting. A young man expertly vaulted over the bars protecting the people from the wolves, shouting "FREEEEEDOMMMMMM!" He landed with a squelch, on top of the ravenous animals.

"Oh god," uttered the shocked reporter, turning to face the exhibit. "Oh, god, you're not serious."

---

“Oh god, what happened…” I groaned, falling out of unconsciousness. “I’d assume that I was drunk, but my head doesn’t-“ I stood myself up, and then froze. “-… Hurt….” There was my corpse, staring blankly at me. “So, huh. I’m dead, then?” I stood up, glancing at the wolves sleeping happily around my dead body, which apparently was their dinner. Steadying myself, I looked up, towards where crowds of people were clustered around in morbid shock.
“If I’m dead, where is the grim reaper? Which one of you is-“
“I am.”
Before I could turn around, I was gone.

[3kul]

Wow, it certainly is hard to follow, but I (surprisingly) do get some of what's going on. Definately looking forward to reading more when you come up with it Shaon

[Kazumaru]

Korhal Zoo :O

[Shaon]

"Stop! Stop! Why aren't you listening!" He barked out, backed into a corner.

The spirit walked up to him, menacingly, electricity crackling over his right arm.

"You..." he muttered, the echo, normally quite faint, now shining through.

"Do not..." he continued, the crackling getting quite loud.

"Make fun..." Sparks flew from his arm, singeing the ground.

"Of him." He grabbed the god of ice by the neck, sending all the electricity he collected into the wolf in a single surge.

[Shaon]

Desdemona’s eyes snapped open, his fingers clenched in sheer fear. What he was afraid of quickly dissolved, his memories falling away like those of a dream.

He sat up, his arms restrained in some sort of- A straitjacket, his dissolving memories told him, before vanishing once more. All he knew was his name, and what he could do. He stood up with less effort than expected, looking around in his cage, a room covered with soft fabric.

There was a snap, and his fingers lengthened, ripping through the secured sleeves of the straitjacket, for he had powers stronger than most.

[Shaon]

Blue.

Their minds were completely overcome by a pale blue. It was all they could do to not be sucked into the blue and become one with it; they had to do this or risk dying out in space.

Finally, one of their own managed to get their own thoughts together well enough to transmit a message.

~Hello, space squids. We need information, if you please.~

The blue was tainted with flowing streaks of a deeper blue.

Quickly, a written message appeared, replacing the blue, though they could almost hear the colors of other squids having conversations in the background.

"This is Bigger Than Known Universe. What information do you require?"
---
His eyes snapped open. He was sure he heard something— anything—

He looked around his office/room. Em breathed in and out slowly on her perch, her head tucked into her wing. The larger-than-life statue of Bill Eager, clad with guitar and a headset, stood as always. Nothing had happened; he must’ve dreamed it.

He could not calm his nerves down for the life of him. He decided to head to the small kitchen on this floor and get something to drink. Quietly, he walked outside of the

“I hate you.”

A girl blocked his way. She looked almost like a child, though her voice was deep. Her eyes were obscured by her the shine from her glasses.

“I hate you and everything you stand for,” she continued. “/mode +o.”

Katon was baffled for the sudden choice of words. Slash-mode plus… could she be a…?

“/k,” he muttered. There was a momentary flash of color and—

He was right. A wall of yellow emanated from the girl’s head. He could no longer see the doorway. This only baffled him more.

“Who are you?” He said this quietly, so as to not wake up his girlfriend.

The girl smiled in a very sinister manner. “I am the opposite of you. I have been created by your carelessness and I will destroy you for this carelessness. If you are looking for a name, however,” she couldn’t help but smile ear to ear, “I go by DJ Not-a-K.”

Immediately, her head swung upward in an ear-piercing laugh, and she vanished completely.

[Shaon]

BONUS!

PSI Call'n 19 -- Katon vs Not-a-K, written by Katon and Shaon for use on Katon's radio show. DJ Not-a-DJ played by Katon, DJ Not-a-K played by Shaon. Audio form is either here or here depending on what server's bandwidth you feel like eating.

Dedicated to Ranger because we wrote it on his birthday and Katon's needing a new keyboard so badly because his S and W keys are broken.

DJ NOT-A-DJ
Our journey through the glorious 90's continues on! Are you feeling the memories? Are you feeling the nostalgia? Are you feeling old? Well let's feel more old, shall we? Time to move on w-

[RING]

[BEEP]

DJ NOT-A-DJ
Hello this is Radio PSI and you're talking to-

NOT-A-K
HAHAHAHAHA I HAVE DONE IT AT LAST

DJ NOT-A-DJ
what who is this

NOT-A-K, who speaks in all caps
AFTER ALL THESE YEARS, I HAVE FINALLY HIJACKED RADIO PSI

DJ NOT-A-DJ
Okay, seriously, who are you and why did you just call me? I'm kinda doin' a show and junk right now and...

NOT-A-K
I AM DJ NOT-A-K OF PK RADIO. I HAVE COME HERE TO END THIS TYRANNY YOU HAVE HELD OVER THE INNOCENT PEOPLE OF #RADIOPSI!

DJ NOT-A-DJ
Huh? Why do you want to kill me? Why are you angry? How did you know I secretly dream of being a godly tyrant over #radiopsi?!

NOT-A-K
ALL MY LIFE, YOU HAVE DONE NOTHING BUT BE... UM... YOU HAVE DONE NOTHING BUT... Hah, I was right! You totally did want to be a tyrant!

DJ NOT-A-DJ
Not-a-K... wait, this is a joke, right? Not-a-K is just Katon backwards.

NOT-A-K
I can't help that _your_ name is just _my_ name backwards, Not-a-DJ.

DJ NOT-A-DJ
Mmmmm, no, I'm pretty sure your name is based off of mine.

NOT-A-K
No, shut up, I'm- wait, did YOU JUST CHALLENGE MY AUTHENTICITY?! Pathetic little worm, take THIS! /MODE +O!

DJ NOT-A-DJ
What? What did you just say? Did you seriously just shout out an IRC command in epic-battle form? I mean really, I know plenty of nerds but _wow_. Slash-mode-plus-- [strangly noises] GACK what what is this a;klj;oerinfsa-123~ gerk... /kick not-a-k!

NOT-A-K
Oh ho ho ho, fighting back, are we? Your Coolness is far below that of your superior! Splash attack!

[splishy splash noise]

DJ NOT-A-DJ
Okay, that was pretty useless. Uh, anyway, what have I done to you, really? /ban Not-a-K

NOT-A-K
Hah! You cannot stop me! Now for my most powerful attack! Eric-

DJ NOT-A-DJ
No, wait, I can stop you. PEACE OUUUUUUUUUUT MOTHA-SUCKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA~

[BEEP]

DJ NOT-A-DJ
Alright, that was fun. Or something. ONWARD, TO THE 90'S!