Foxboy Wrote:Marie Sangnoir awoke from her transit shock and spit a curse at all deities great and small, especially the representatives of the Gaffer, Father and Son. Just because she'd refused to bow and scrape to Donner like that flighty ditz Keiko Morisato...

Well, admittedly she HAD thought Magni was adorable in the helpless geek way most modern "Son" avatars took. If only he'd been just a little older.

But back to why she was cursing.

Yes, the local reality allowed magic. Yes, there was a Node nearby; however, it was tapped by powerful Craft. What ultimately irked Marie, though, were the apparently sentient equines in rationality-denying pastel hues.

She removed her helmet and placed it in the panniers on the sleek scooter she'd built worlds ago. She kept an eye out for the ponies she'd spotted, and grabbed her stylish headphones. 'After what happened to Lemuel,' she thought, 'I'm not about to underestimate intelligent horses anytime soon.'

She waited until a likely Houyhnhnm drifted her way. Luckily, the crude grass poppet she'd crafted allowed her to make an attempt at blending in. Firmly holding in mind the effect she desired, she tapped a few keys to power on the magitek amplifier.

"System: load America -- 'A Horse With No Name.' Play song." The music swirled in her ears an as the lyrics took hold and she took a spirit form. Once a spirit, she dove into the approaching pink pegasus and possessed her.

Wind Whistler staggered under the mystic assault and ultimately bowed to the foreign presence within.

Marie rummaged through her host's memories.

"Rainbow of... Light," Marie surprised herself by realizing that the locals could facepalm, or more accurately, facehoof. "Right. I'll just take it from this Megan and use it to get home to Mikey."

She cantered towards Paradise Estate, humming "Working my Way Back to You."

robkelk Wrote:You realize, of course, that we're going to have to start a "Marie Melodies" thread now.

(I suspect Cheap Trick's "I Want You to Want Me" would be her mind-control song of choice at parties or clubs... or other people's wedding receptions.)

Evil Midnight Lurker Wrote:The poor woman will be very embarrassed when she's utterly owned by a ten-year-old girl and her pony army (cavalry?).  Who then help her on her way anyway, under the impression that they've taught her a lesson of some sort...  

Bob Schroeck Wrote:I don't recognize the reference, although from random bits and pieces I've picked up from pop culture at large I'll guess the latest incarnation of "My Pretty Pony"?

And Marie Sangnoir is an evil concept, one that I wish I'd come up with. And don't think I haven't noticed all the other inversions in that passage! (Although I should note that the counterparts to Maiden/Warrior/Mother/Crone are Rover/Guardian/Hunter/Guide.)

Foxboy Wrote:Bob, it's the ORIGINAL My Little Pony from the 80s. The series had a good deal of dark potential that was never tapped. Seriously a good degree of nightmare fuel if the kids who watched it were aware enough: "those are bad guys 'cause they're dark purple" rather than "Those are bad guys cause they're stealing souls!"

And thanks! I'm great at vignettes; it's making it coherent that's the problem.

Mark Skarr Wrote:

Bob Schroeck Wrote:And Marie Sangnoir is an evil concept, one that I wish I'd come up with. And don't think I haven't noticed all the other inversions in that passage! (Although I should note that the counterparts to Maiden/Warrior/Mother/Crone are Rover/Guardian/Hunter/Guide.)

Call me cooky, but shouldn't it be "Mary Sangnoir?"  Then she could be Mary Mellodies, instead of Marie.
  

Quote:She bared his teeth in what I suppose was intended as a grin, but which looked more like the rictus of death. "My name is Quincy, Susan Mary Quincy. As in Mary Sue Sangnoir. I am the chairman of GENOM and I am, to put it bluntly, your creator."

I grabbed her by the throat. Advice from the Fright Knights to let her live be damned – nobody called me "Mary Sue" and lived.

Quote:Sana was chattering at full tilt again. "Mary here saved me, she's a martial artist like me, did you see her? Mary, this is Ray, he's my lover and my pimp!"

I raised an eyebrow. "Really? How much for an evening with the kid?"

Watching Ray squirm instead of answering me was priceless. I wonder what I would have done if he had answered me right away, though.

Quote:"Hello, class. My name is Mary Sangnoir. I did my research before taking this job, and I wouldn't have taken it if I didn't see the potential you all have. Now, despite what my contract says, I will not be attempting to rein in your usual tendencies. Instead, I'll be teaching you the proper ways to channel your efforts so that they're far more effective than you can imagine right now. And I will be testing on what I teach you, so pay attention unless you want to spend an extra year here at St. Trinian's."

Quote:"So, what's with all the androids?"

"They never say 'no,' and you don't have to worry about getting pregnant. Word to the wise, girlfriend," Noelle Scott winked. Or leered. I was having trouble telling the difference with her.

Quote:The calm before the storm. That was the sense that I got as I woke up. I'm anything but stupid, so I pretend that I'm still asleep and wait for this foreboding presence to pass.

"You can quit pretending now, child" said the voice of a young man - however, there was something in that voice that sent chills down my spine. "I can tell that you're wide awake. Sit up and look me in the eyes."

I couldn't help myself - there was a force behind that voice that was compelling. When I saw him, he at first looked like any other school boy - he wore a scarlet sports jacket, complete with a white collared button-down shirt and matching scarlet tie, and scarlet slacks to complete the ensemble. A thick mop of black hair topped a narrow face with high cheekbones... and black-within-black eyes that, despite all reason, frightened me more than anything else. And the markings - it was as though a tattoo artist had gone out of his way to perfectly balance intimidation with aesthetics using a tribal decoration.

"I am Raven," said the boy. "I am but one of many Gods of Chaos, and I am speaking to you through my avatar, who will introduce himself shortly. You, Miss Sangnoir, are on a journey that has been aimless. I would like to rectify that, so long as you prove yourself worthy of being one of my special agents." And then he did the most terrifying thing he could have done: he smiled.

Shepherd Wrote:If you really want her codename to be Merry Melodies, then you could also use Meredith as her first name. Merry is a variant form of Meredith.

WengFook Wrote:

Shepherd Wrote:If you really want her codename to be Merry Melodies, then you could also use Meredith as her first name. Merry is a variant form of Meredith.

I had an amusing image of Mary's first superhero debut where the villain misunderstands her name and shouts out "So let me get this straight. I'm being attacked by a superhero who gets her powers from MARRIAGE MUSIC?!"

blackaeronaut Wrote:BTW: are we gender-reversing and alter-versing everything she runs into?

blackaeronaut Wrote:If we want to reign her in from 'Villain' to 'Anti-hero' we can always have her run into Raven. Probably like her enough to take her on as one of his agents (because 'servitor' is such a dirty word . Although she'll probably wind up meeting the 'Angry' version of Zeke since we seem to be using alter-verse versions...

WengFook Wrote:I had an amusing image of Mary's first superhero debut where the villain misunderstands her name and shouts out "So let me get this straight. I'm being attacked by a superhero who gets her powers from MARRIAGE MUSIC?!"

Shepherd Wrote:If you really want her codename to be Merry Melodies, then you could also use Meredith as her first name. Merry is a variant form of Meredith.

Quote:Mary Jane Sangnoir

Quote:Of course, there's no way that Bob will have time to write any of this...

Quote:It's exactly the same reason that Doug's code name is "Looney Tunes", not "Looney Toons"...

Bob Schroeck Wrote:Oh, no... not "Jane". "Sue". It must be Mary Sue Sangnoir.

Quote:Actually, it's the other way around. "Tunes" is the trademark, "Toons" is what Doug uses.

Star Ranger4 Wrote:Point of Order! Marie works just as well for shortening to Mary, and better fits the Douglas -> Doug shortening as well as better keeping the whole french descent feel

Quote:I had my feet up on the table and one of those nasty beers Misato liked open next to me.  I’d only gotten a few sips in when Shinji came out of his room.  He noticed me and stopped, just staring at me from the hall.  Even though the only light in the living room was that seeping in from behind him, it was pretty obvious that I was only in a towel.

“Misato’s out for the night,” I explained.  “That just leaves us.”  Shinji turned around to go.  I could tell he didn’t like being around me.  That would never do.  “You’re not going to run away, are you?”  I stressed the words, knowing they’d get to him.  I could see him ball up his fists and lower his head.  He had probably started chanting his internal mantra.

I got up, straightening my towel and walked toward him.  “Ikari Shinji, you’re a coward.  You’re a tiny, cowardly, scared little boy.”  I could practically see the flush in his cheeks cause him to begin glowing from humiliation and embarrassment.  “That will never do.”  I let my towel drop and put my hands on his shoulders.  “Shinji, you and Asuka need the same thing.”  I ran my hands down from his shoulders, across his chest until I was embracing him—pressing my breasts into his back.  “Right now you’re a little boy, but in the morning, you’ll be a man.” 

Mark Skarr Wrote:I don't necessarily think that Mary needs to be evil, just have a differently-pointing moral compass.  She still wants to help people, but in her way, not necessarily the way they want to be helped.

Quote:I had my feet up on the table and one of those nasty beers Misato liked open next to me.  I’d only gotten a few sips in when Shinji came out of his room.  He noticed me and stopped, just staring at me from the hall.  Even though the only light in the living room was that seeping in from behind him, it was pretty obvious that I was only in a towel.

“Misato’s out for the night,” I explained.  “That just leaves us.”  Shinji turned around to go.  I could tell he didn’t like being around me.  That would never do.  “You’re not going to run away, are you?”  I stressed the words, knowing they’d get to him.  I could see him ball up his fists and lower his head.  He had probably started chanting his internal mantra.

I got up, straightening my towel and walked toward him.  “Ikari Shinji, you’re a coward.  You’re a tiny, cowardly, scared little boy.”  I could practically see the flush in his cheeks cause him to begin glowing from humiliation and embarrassment.  “That will never do.”  I let my towel drop and put my hands on his shoulders.  “Shinji, you and Asuka need the same thing.”  I ran my hands down from his shoulders, across his chest until I was embracing him—pressing my breasts into his back.  “Right now you’re a little boy, but in the morning, you’ll be a man.” 

blackaeronaut Wrote:Although she can probably turn this to her advantage if she can summon some sort of instant bondage.

Mark Skarr Wrote:(she's genuine in wanting to help him, it's just the only way she can think to make him a man)

Quote:Or funny (Asuka bursts in and they compete for Shinji's affection . . . badly)

Quote:There is a third option which I won't post since it's pretty much obvious with me being a pervert and all . . ..