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I think that adds a whole new dimension to the Master character, having that thread which might potentially snap.

Have you ever seen Wire in the Blood? I think some of their plots get a little more graphic than most CSI or L&O, but it's a good series. Only show like that I still watch, even if its seasons are awfully short. >_> But anyway, the main character is this brilliant guy who sometimes seems a bit unhinged. There was a great episode where his prior cases start coming under scrutiny because he might have made a mistake on one, and he has fears of his brain tumor returning and these strange dreams of suicide, and it all gets crazy but really awesome, too. X3

That is certainly an interesting bunch of characters. o_O Except the active woman should be a teacher of theater and dance. X3

I should be writing now. Blergh.

Ahahaha! This is funny... Okay...

Dear Sylvia,

I'm sorry I had to make your parents hate you so much! And make you a failure... Heheh. But you're happy with Will aren't you? What do you think of your familiars? I thought I'd just put them in the story for comedy. Or your friends? For some reason I like Janine a lot, even though you kinda boss her around a lot, but she's got an interesting story. Just so ya know, my best friends came up with Laurie and Lars. Haha. What side do you like better? East or West? I kinda know the answer to the questions but, whatever.

Your author,
A.C.

Dear Air Conditioning,

Haha! My story was written by an Air Conditioning machine! I feel special. Anyway, I could barely read anything you just wrote! What the heck is up with that sloppy and writing of yours? I'ts like a kindergartener wrote it! That's worse than an air conditioner! Why couldn't you just type it? Well of course, you type pretty slow considering the fact that you're not even finished with the story yet! And why did you make me such a failure?! And what's with Sammy and Lila being such smart mouthed- Never mind... I love the friends you gave me. Darren is hilarious and Janine... Hey! I don't boss her around! And Lars... Probably the best friend I've ever had. And why is Laurie such a freaking gossip? Is your friend that came up with her like that? And yeah, thanks for the awesome parents (sarcasm). I don't know which side I like better. The West is where all my friends are but the East was where I met Will and made new friends. By the way, if you're making anothe book about Nii Gawa, have me and Will kiss more in the second one, will ya? And make me a better witch if you can?

Sincerely,
Sylvia Symone.

Dear Ryder,

So hows it going in the second plane? You know the place where you fell into because of the book the lady gave you? Yeah, that's the second plane just in case you didn't know. Um, I'm not really sorry about anything because this whole thing is good for you ya know? I mean you meet Zachary and all he's a pretty good alley once you get past the whole manipulating thing, and you can't deny I made him really sexy, and for the fact that you'll eventually end up with him isn't that great?

Sincerely,
S.M.R.


Dear S.M.R. (AKA the bane of my existance),

It's pretty dandy here, not. It sucks pretty hard you know being in a place that doesn't even have running water you sadistic creep! I should have never gotten that book, but hey I didn't get a choice because you're a complete jerk and I would have ended up there at one point or another right? Anyway sure Zach is nice eye candy but right now that's where it ends! I don't want to be his intended or his wife ever! His attractiveness doesn't even constitute for his total and complete assholeness.

I hate you,
Ryder O'Connor

Dear All of my Characters,

Why did you guys run away? Is it because I put you through trials on a daily basis? I swear I let you guys have some fun like those nights of ahem... But in any case, I do let you have your moments of fun.

Sincerely,
Chibi Envy Chan

Dear Chibi,

We're on strike until you learn how to play nicely.

Sincerely,
Hikari Fujiwara

Dear Mr. Redford Field.

I must apologize for removing your memory and sticking you in a field of barbarians who were intend on eating human flesh, then finding a witch powerful enough to employ dimentional travel and turn you into a dog of a young man, then sticking you with a pair of psychotic/sex-deprived maniacs for bodyguards.

It's not my fault! I strongly suggest blaming it on my muse! I am at work recovering your memory, so please have a little bit of faith in my writing. Your wire hand may be a clue.

With much authorly love enclosed,
Rev. Fuzzle D. Wuzzle.


Dear Rev. Fuzzle D. Wuzzle.

It's okay. I appreciate you trying to get my memory back. I do appreciate you sticking me with company instead of surviving by my lonesome self. As for my hand, I don't even remember how I lost it. Once you can find a good hand Prosthetic for me, I would love to use it. Thank goodness I am right-handed at the least.

I have begun to become appreciative of that Maniac Alana, anyway. Is there a reason why their names sound so similar? I wonder sometimes. Cute couple.

I imagined that I was a prince in a dream once. It was unusual in that the shadows were not human at all, but more like liquid beings hovering nearby. Thank goodness I wrote down the dream before I forgot it.

With well wished regards to your mum,
Redford Field.

Julien,

I know that, in terms of Real Life Age, you're only a few days old. But no newborn that I've ever met has been as stubborn as you are! You were supposed to be sneaking into the Headquarters. You weren't supposed to already live there, but suffering from a brief bout of madness and going to poison your ruler's son. And, you know, I'm allowed to use so many italics because you are frustrating me beyond belief.

Yikes, man.

Not to mention that you completely deserted your original age of 23 and decided to be a ripe young man of 18. This was not supposed to be a coming-of-age novel or whatever it's going to turn into now. Also, May =/= not supposed to be your mother figure. She's an old, bitter Healer. That does not equal warm and cuddly! I could deal with this, though. If you stopped complaining about your guilt and hang-over and got on with the plot.

Please just get to your meeting with the Old Father as soon as possible. I know that this entire section will be cut out during editing, but... I mean, it'd be nice if you co-operated anyway. Just this once. And maybe through-out the rest of the story, too.

Love,
Grem.

Dear Lerim,

Thank you for sharing a couple of things about your background with me last night. Unfortunately, it wasn't enough. It was enough to get you through the scene of spying on your cousin, but I still don't understand very much. I need to know the nature of your relationship with Blake, and I need to know how and why you ran away. That kind of thing.
I know things like that for most of my characters, but in your case, I don't understand any of your past, and I think yours is the most important.

Sincerely,
Voice of the Meadow


Dear Blake,

Can you explain some of the blood magic to me? Your cousin seems very close-lipped on the topic, and it would be very helpful if I knew. If it's any reasoning for telling me, it can make you a much better villain. Right now, you're just the strange but very dangerous cousin of the protagonist's teacher, but if you tell me more, you can be much more of a three-dimensional character, and you can be much more dangerous of a villain. I just need to know about the blood magic before I can make you a better villain.

Respectfully Yours,
Voice of the Meadow


An afterthought @ Imoto: I babysit the most darling four-year-old named Brennan, and I keep imagining him when I read anything involving your character Brennan. ^^ And it makes me giggle. I thought you ought to know.

Ooh, sounds like something fun, I think I'll take a whack at it...
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Jackson.../*sigh*/
Let me just give it to you straight. You're dying at the end of this chapter, which will probably be done before now and four in the morning tomorrow. Even though I spent a whole novel foreshadowing your eventual demise, believe me when I say that I'm terribly sorry. Your death will be the cleanest out of all the deaths I've written, I promise.

Over the last few months I've become incredibly fond of you. Character-wise, you're one of my greatest accomplishments, even though my parents are scared of you. Thanks for sticking around until now, and thanks for making K so happy and pulling her out of her slump.

I'm also sorry for not giving you a sex scene. I'm thinking it'll be implied, because I can't squeeze one in anywhere, but I don't want you to have gone sixteen years without any legit action.

Much love and sorrow,
Myn.
P.S. when I kill you, I'm going to cry, no doubt about it.
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Dear Ms. Myn:
s**t. It's not in my nature to swear, but that's quite possibly the only way I can respond. After seeing some of the things you've done in my world, including the murders I've committed, I'm not particularly reassured.

I wouldn't go as far as to say that you're crueler than the prison guards were, but it would still give me a certain satisfaction to knife you painfully throughout your body and pour rubbing alcohol on you.

And thank you for lending me the affections of your protagonist. She's such fun to render helpless, I always got a good laugh out of getting her to submit. It's my greatest hope that she will keep killing, torturing, and otherwise keep herself entertained and happy after I'm gone.

And don't let me influence your brilliant decision here.../*dripping with sarcasm*/ But yes, some sex would be nice, even if it is implied. However, don't think I'll forgive you for interrupting our foreplay with your 'plot devices'. I still look forward to haunting your nightmares and those of any possible readers and torturing you and them.

Yours sincerely,
Jackson.
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Jackson,
Um.....I love you too? sweatdrop
-Myn.