in_nomine-digest Thursday, January 16 2003 Volume 01 : Number 2934 In this digest: IN> [fiction] Photographs in Time 1/? Re: IN> Question about David IN> Not exactly an answer to Rolland's reasoning... Re: IN> [fiction] Photographs in Time 1/? Re: IN> Two new artifacts. IN> Random posting Re: Words in 3 Souls (was Re: IN> Kobal on the run) Re: IN> Not exactly an answer to Rolland's reasoning... Re: IN> [fiction] Photographs in Time 1/? RE: IN> Question about David Re: IN> Not exactly an answer to Rolland's reasoning... Re: IN> [fiction] Photographs in Time 1/? RE: IN> Question about David IN> A new relic slash drug slash.../something/. RE: IN> Question about David Re: IN> A new relic slash drug slash.../something/. IN> Re: Words in 3 Souls Re: IN> Random posting IN> Would Laurence be a firm believer in this saying? ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Wed, 15 Jan 2003 18:44:55 -0800 From: Harukami Subject: IN> [fiction] Photographs in Time 1/? The other night I was in an *odd* writing mood and cooked up a bunch of postcard stories about the Superiors. A couple of you've seen them already; those who haven't, I've not gotten through all the Superiors yet, but I'll send what I have (within the, uh, space limit. Three more tomorrow, and I'll see if I can get any more done in the next week or two). Warning for Really Bad Language, and some sexual imagery. Harukami **************************** ~ Blandine and Beleth - Dreams and Nightmares ~ She looks out across a field of bubbles, iridescent thought moving across their surfaces as elsewhere, things dreamed. (She lives to dream; she lives on dreams. She has nothing left these days but her dreams.) She stands in the same place every day, every night, not that the terms really fit here. (Not that the terms really fit her.) Halfway through the field of bubbles is an invisible line which she mentally does not cross, cannot cross, but she can see across it anyway, see darkness and pain and misery, and knows it is not herself but the other her, and she reaches out pale arms and begs, without words. The dark tower looms on the horizon, unanswering, unanswerable, bent and twisted and broken, dark, dark, so dark. Still, she reminds herself. She has set up a flame. A flame in her tower - (A flame in her heart, still burning) - - and someday, it will light the other-her's way home. *** She looks out over a field of glass, turned inward in their spheres so that the spikes of pain that all glass must one day needs become is turned inward, on the dreamers. (No, she tells herself, not dreamers. She will not use that word, she tells herself she does not care to. She cares. She does not care. She cares. She does not care. She scares. She does not fear.) She stands in that place all the time. She does not care to leave. (she cares). She wishes sometimes that she could look away from the bright tower so far away, but even the darkness cannot hide that, because there is a flame in the tower, flickering, mocking, mocking, mocking. (Bitch, she thinks. Bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch I hate you bitch I hate you hate you hate you bitch hate you bitch hate you God I hate you God I hate) She snarls wordlessly, worldlessly, and cannot look away. ******************* ~ Dominic and Asmodeus - Mere Philosophical Differences ~ There is a chessboard. Two people play on it, one dark and cloaked, the other impeccably dressed in a white suit. There is glory in the dark of the cloak and something dark and crawling in the handsome bright suit. Pawn pawn pawn pawn pawn pawn pawn pawn, rook, bishop, knight, king, queen. Pain on one side of the table, a sort of willful hatred on the other. Pawn pawn pawn pawn pawn pawn pawn make your move. The figure in the white suit reaches out, eyes glittering with a dark malevolence, and moves a bishop. "Perhaps you would be more comfortable a little less overdressed." The figure in the cloak moves a pawn. "I would not be less uncomfortable." "Really." A knight moves forward and sidles left. "You do not need to be so *cold*, old friend." The cloaked figure does not answer that, except to move another pawn. "After all, the differences between us are mere philosophical differences." The cloaked man moves his queen, because he is in trouble. "Mere rhetoric." "Stop that and play." "I'll always play the Game. Check." The cloaked man moves his king. He has not lost it yet. They play, and he has to leave eventually, and when he returns, the board is set up anew. He has not lost. He has not won. "Mere philosophical differences, Asmodeus?" Not yet. ********************* ~ Andrealphus - Faceless ~ He did not used to wear a face, because he was every face. Every face. He wears one these days, but they always fall off eventually. Sometimes he imagines himself curled on a bed made of all the bodies of all the lovers he'd ever had, and all around him was all his faces. The image is not a comforting one. Veils and masks, he thinks. They're the same thing, after all. Both hide. Both conceal. Both lure. "Think this is my real face?" he murmurs to whoever the hell it is he's currently fucking, and gets nothing but noises in response. Nothing but noises. He imagines his face falling off onto his lover at some point. He imagines a mask with a turgid phallus sticking out of the mouth and laughs, softly, into his non-lover's hair. He thinks he might be sick. ******************* ~ Eli - Recursion: See Under Recursion ~ 'I am writing about a writer,' he starts, then takes a break to sip his whisky coffee tea, because it's tiring work. 'writing about a writer' Earlier he was a musician, playing music about music, 'writing about a writer' and an artist, painting a picture of a painter painting a picture, 'writing about a writer' and before that he was an angel being a human being an angel being a human 'writing about a writer' so he sips his wine water chicken soup because it's tiring work. *************** ~ Gabriel - In and Out ~ That noise that noise she cannot stand that *noise* always in her ears and even when it's quiet that noise is always in her ears even when it's quite quiet. That *noise*. SOLDEKAI! SOLDEKAI, ATTEND! and he's laughing at her in her ears, clawing at her clothing as she claws at her clothing, driving her head into the wall as she beats her brains, beats her brains, beats her brains out because he's in her brains and she needs to get him out in and needs out in and out in and out like a lover fucking fucking fuck him fuck him pain. SOLDEKAI! WHERE ARE YOU, SOLDEKAI!? why can't she hear the music, she does not want to hear the music, she does not want to hear the noise but she hears that still and they laugh at her, the cold six-eyed cloak, the man with the black wings and the clean clean hands but he's gone now to be replaced by the boy the boy but where are YOU, SOLDEKAI?! her pretty little kittens, where are the kittens who play and tell her things she doesn't need to hear but wants to hear, who tells her text to tell to a human kitten who writes it down but it's wrong wrong wrong everything's all wrong and it's her fault but it's not her fault but it's wrong and it's her fault not her fault her fault not her fault fault. SOLDEKAI!! THOU SHALT ATTEND OR THOU SHALT- not. She giggles, knows she giggles and it's quite funny, really, funny like a thin little man who tears his wings in play and looks up to realize all his feathers are gone, poor silly man, silly man, all silly, really, silly. She is laughing now, laughing as she beats her head against the wall, flares into motion, rises, rises, speeds until the air is humming (like music she cannot hear, unlike noise she can) and there's nothing but the brightness of her in an aftertrail, trailing like memories and sanity and torn wings and pain. Trailing like pain. "I attend, my Lady." She spins around him, spinning, because if she does it enough he will get dizzy and if he gets dizzy he might fall over and she does not want him to fall but you can't fall off the floor, can you, so if he's down on the floor maybe she'll be safe, and so she spins and hears him swallow and she is a woman again, wrapping around him. "My lady?" Attend, Soldekai. I am a woman again. "You are a woman always these days, Bright Lady." No tone to it, no disapproval but she screams, shrieking, because that man is pressing inside her again, pressing his way out from in out and in in and out and trying to wrest control away from chaos, trying to find a balance again because you can't fall off the floor, and she cannot tell them apart anymore, the man and *him*, and she screams instead because identity is fading and she is fading and her light is hard to look at through all the noise. "My Lady, my Lady, it is all right, my Lady." It is not all right, Soldekai, I am not all right, it has not been all right for a very long time not all not right, I am not all right! She wraps her legs around him and holds him there and for a moment his hands waver, not sure where to go, before deciding that her hips are an innocent enough place. And there are volumes she could say about innocence, but she cannot guarantee that they would be written down right, so she does not say it, just holds him to her and croons Soldekai, I would tell you a secret. If you are very quiet, you might even hear it. "My Lady?" Sometimes, even I am cold. ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 15 Jan 2003 18:57:29 -0500 From: Elizabeth McCoy Subject: Re: IN> Question about David At 6:35 AM +0800 1/16/03, Janet Anderson wrote: >Does anyone know what David's celestial form looked like when he was a Cherub, i.e., what animal was it based on? Not I, but he seems rather Bearish to me... (I don't recall anything in S1, but I could be wrong.) - -- - --Beth, arcangel@io.com / archangel@sjgames.com In Nomine Line Editor http://www.io.com/~arcangel/ ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 15 Jan 2003 18:11:27 -0800 (PST) From: Maurice Lane Subject: IN> Not exactly an answer to Rolland's reasoning... ...more like a bit of toodling in the background to supplement his explanation about why demons feared the Malakim. Enjoy, or not. :) Moe Well, now that we've got you comfortable - you are comfortable, right? Excellent - we can have that chat. So, you've come here because you want to know about the Malakim. I can understand your concern; they are really quite unnerving to the average demon. So quick to judge, so quick to strike, so slow to get rid off - it's not surprising that even in the safest parts of Hell their very name is almost never uttered aloud in tones above a whisper. But then again, perhaps it is. Rationally speaking, the Ofanim strike harder in battle, the Cherubim are more relentless when roused and the Elohim display superior ruthlessness. I will admit that their ability to treat vessel-death as a minor annoyance is troublesome, but alone it seems a somewhat thin reed to support so much fear. We have had twenty thousand years to adjust, after all - - - While I'm thinking of it, let me adjust that seat for you; I see that you're having difficulty with the mechanism. There: much better, no? As I was saying, we've had plenty of time to get used to their unique tactical advantage, so why are we still so afraid? Well, I think that it's partially the way they appeared. Obviously, we knew that the Tyrant would cheat, if things started going badly; it's His nature. But the way that He cheated was completely unexpected... and it's the unexpected setback that's the most disturbing, I've found. We were anticipating some sort of overt display of power, you understand. Some sort of manifestation of Divine (pardon my language) anger, something that would probably destroy us but would at least indicate that He took us seriously. Instead, the Tyrant showed His contempt for His loyal fools by warping some of them into Will-less killing machines. I think that this is really the key, you know. Most of Hell fears the Malakim because they revolt us: they are revolting because they are both a perversion and an ultimate insult to our original justified complaint. We are Will given form: the Malakim are so bound that their Will cannot be freed. I often doubt that we'll ever be able to help them: we've certainly spent a long time trying! Ah, the tea is ready. One lump, or two? Oh, I do apologize: I seem to have given you three, instead. I'm afraid that I can be a bit enthusiastic at times. Where was I? Ah, yes, the Malakite inability to Fall. Do you know that some angels actually think that this proves that Malakim are, if you'll pardon the oxymoron, Divine demons? Amusing, isn't it? Trust it to the Host to completely get things backwards: the Malakim could not be farther removed from being demons. They have had their ability to choose burned out of them, and a demon is nothing without choice. It is really very sad - and painful. You can feel it pressing against your chest like invisible steel bands... Oh, you seem surprised that I would apparently know of this. Why? Hadn't you come here explicitly to spy out those of my Band and Prince? Well, here I am: a Balseraph of Fate who has shouldered the burden of intimately knowing the Malakim. It is a burden, and one for all who share my doom. We bear up underneath it as well we can, for as long as we can. But I am sure that you are not interested in my plight... How gratifying of you to show otherwise: still, we have much to do, so I will try to restrain my garrulity. I cannot tell you what it is like to be safe from Falling: I was never an angel, so I have no idea what that ignorant fear must taste like - and, obviously, currently the point is moot. Also, I am alas no more immune to Trauma than you would have been. But I can speak of the oaths. The oaths are really the key to it all, and I know more than I would have ever wished to know about them. The oaths... make everything simple. Binary. Linear. Boring. When you are aligned with them, everything is perfect and smooth. There are no complexities or rough edges in your mind. You are detached from yourself, but not in a bad way: you move through your existence secure and perfectly in balance. That is the carrot that the Tyrant gave the Malakim: the ability to be sure where they stand. But, like all his 'gifts', the carrot is also a stick - for when you are not aligned with your oaths, the perfection goes away. In its place comes pain. The pain starts slowly. It feels more like an itch than anything else, at first: not enough to hurt, too much to ignore. If it would just steadily build from there, that would not be so bad, but the pain is rarely that accommodating. It builds - and recedes - in fits and starts, depending on stimuli that we do not fully understand, even now. It is like a dull roar with knives in it. It is like a breathing band of red-hot steel across your chest. It is like dry wind on a fevered neck. It is like none of those things. It hurts, and it will not stop hurting, and it cannot be denied... Excuse me. The loss of Will tied up in this is hard to explain, impossible to share. How can I describe a pain that can make dissonance seem a relief? We Balseraphim who have the hardest of our unique burden rarely speak of it; it is a relief to express my anguish for once. And, because you have been so attentive, I will whisper a secret in your ear. A gift that you may take with you on your journey to... wherever you will end up going. No, do not shy away: isn't a secret what you wanted, why you came here unbidden? The secret is... some of us do not own the two oaths that Kronos adapted for his Balseraphim's use. Some of us do not suffer an enemy to live, if it is our choice, or merely never allow ourselves to surrender or be captured by the forces of Heaven. No, indeed, some of us do not suffer evil to live, and never allow ourselves to be taken by Hell. I would curse Kronos for this, but... I cannot. Do you understand, then, why I must do what comes next? Do you understand how I cannot do otherwise, even though every atom of my Will shrieks otherwise? I have been given no choice but to suffer the evil that is Kronos to live. I have been given no choice but to suffer the evil that is Fate to live. I have even been given no choice but to suffer an evil to live that has legitimate business with the Archive, or Fate, or Kronos. I have a choice, though, when it comes to spies, or those who come unbidden here. I have a choice, so I have no choice at all. It is a strain to speak to you at all. The oaths look with reptilian eyes through my own, and when I see you there, securely bound to that chair, it is all I can do to stop myself from extinguishing your 'evil' on the spot. I held out for so long, this time - but my Will crumbles, as it did for all the rest. I cannot fight it for much longer, but I so need at least one of you to understand - honestly, truly understand - that I would not do this. I would not. I would not. But I must. Here endeth the lesson. ===== Liber Licentiae Moeticae: http://www.stormloader.com/users/moelane/innomine.html Last updated 09/18/02 (this is usually way out of date) __________________________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Mail Plus - Powerful. Affordable. Sign up now. http://mailplus.yahoo.com ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 15 Jan 2003 18:16:15 -0800 (PST) From: Maurice Lane Subject: Re: IN> [fiction] Photographs in Time 1/? - --- Harukami wrote: > The other night I was in an *odd* writing mood and > cooked up a bunch of > postcard stories about the Superiors. :blink: :blink: Damm*t, now -I- want to do some of these. Not that I will, 'cuz frankly I think you'd do a better job on this one... :) Moe ===== Liber Licentiae Moeticae: http://www.stormloader.com/users/moelane/innomine.html Last updated 09/18/02 (this is usually way out of date) __________________________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Mail Plus - Powerful. Affordable. Sign up now. http://mailplus.yahoo.com ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 15 Jan 2003 18:19:47 -0800 (PST) From: Maurice Lane Subject: Re: IN> Two new artifacts. - --- EDG wrote: > Breakfast Surreal > Serving Size: 1 cup > Servings per container: 8-10 > 1 CP per serving > Contents measured by weight. Some settling or > melting may occur. > Seems perfectly normal to *me*. ;) Moe PS: They both looked pretty cool, btw. ===== Liber Licentiae Moeticae: http://www.stormloader.com/users/moelane/innomine.html Last updated 09/18/02 (this is usually way out of date) __________________________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Mail Plus - Powerful. Affordable. Sign up now. http://mailplus.yahoo.com ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 15 Jan 2003 21:32:35 -0500 From: Cameron McCurry Subject: IN> Random posting Archangel Dominic, As per your request I am sending a copy of the translation of the document that your Servitor came across. Contrary to what was reported, I was not laughing at him nor mocking his orders. I just found the document quite amusing. Quite simply, it is what the Host refers to as "Balseraph Propaganda" or "BalProp." I was familiar with this particular work and recognized it on site. It is basically a brochure given to Gremlins and Imps of Dark Humor to help prepare them for Earth duty. In other words, it is designed to weed out the stupid. Please bear in mind that this is a very general translation; there are still idioms in Helltongue that don't translate well into Celestial or Common. Joseph, Elohite of War ==================== Guide to the Enemy. Seraphim-The Self Righteous This is Heaven's Royalty and they rule it with an iron fist. Be careful what you say around them if you know who they are. They have a problem with the fact that the Truth is what you make of it and tend to react poorly if your views don't mesh with theirs. Cherubim: The Hounds The guardians are very dangerous but only if you threaten something they like. Make sure you don't leave evidence behind; There are reports of Cherubim tracking demons down by blood drops that were on the floor. Ofanim: The Wildlings These pitiful creatures must be constantly in motion. When they attack, they lash out at anything in the area. Luckily they are easily distracted so if you can find something shiny you should be fine. Elohim: The Horrors These creatures are one of the more unnerving creations of Heaven. They are soulless, emotionless and completely without pity. Should you be captured by the Host, any type of information extraction will be done by them. And they are very gifted torturers. Malakim: The Slaves The first of the Malakim were angels that had sided with us. Before they could fully throw their support to Lucifer, they were caught by Heaven and forced to undergo a change. The result was a psychotic demon that was forced to kill us on sight. Even now if a Reliever shows signs of individuality, Heaven will force it to become one of these. Kyriotates: The Controllers How can Heaven claim to support what is right and good when they have these creatures? Where a Shedite is along for the ride with the occasional whisper into the host's ears, a Kyriotate simply forces its way in and takes over. The best approach is to damage the host to drive it out. Mercurians: The Ingratiators These wretches are absolutely pitiful. Apparently, the Host needed someone who could blend into human society to make sure that everyone on Earth was being a good little conformist. It's difficult to pick out who they are, but once you do they are easy to take out. ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 15 Jan 2003 21:33:01 -0800 From: "Joey's mail" Subject: Re: Words in 3 Souls (was Re: IN> Kobal on the run) > Neel Krishnaswami wrote: > > "For example, the angels of the Wind hold an annual competition to > determine who will be the archangel for the upcoming year. In addition > to upholding the spirit of the Wind, it also gives them a large pool > of experienced angels in case the current Janus falls in battle." > > So "Janus" is a title, not an individual name, and the Archangelship is > elective? *That*'s an interesting departure from canon. > > > And raises an interesting question about the nature of Valefor... ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 15 Jan 2003 19:45:29 -0800 (PST) From: Michael Walton Subject: Re: IN> Not exactly an answer to Rolland's reasoning... _Very_ nice. =====

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"War may sometimes be a necessary evil. But no matter how necessary, it is always evil." -- Jimmy Carter

__________________________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Mail Plus - Powerful. Affordable. Sign up now. http://mailplus.yahoo.com ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 16 Jan 2003 08:38:04 -0500 From: "Finder, Randolph J Mr NGB-ARNG" Subject: RE: IN> Question about David > At 6:35 AM +0800 1/16/03, Janet Anderson wrote: > >Does anyone know what David's celestial form looked like > when he was a Cherub, i.e., what animal was it based on? > > Not I, but he seems rather Bearish to me... (I don't recall anything > in S1, but I could be wrong.) Given that it is David, shouldn't that be "bare"-ish? Randy ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 16 Jan 2003 14:41:57 -0800 From: Harukami Subject: Re: IN> Not exactly an answer to Rolland's reasoning... >...more like a bit of toodling in the background to >supplement his explanation about why demons feared the >Malakim. WOW. That was incredible - and creepy. *Great* stuff! Harukami - ---- "Then again... we depended on Elly today, and we got locked in a room with Maria to be interrogated by Judgment Malakim." "Oh, like she coulda seen that coming." http://haru_in.tripod.com/ Haru's IN page: Game logs, art, and fiction. ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 16 Jan 2003 16:26:15 -0800 From: Harukami Subject: Re: IN> [fiction] Photographs in Time 1/? >> The other night I was in an *odd* writing mood and >> cooked up a bunch of >> postcard stories about the Superiors. > >:blink: >:blink: > >Damm*t, now -I- want to do some of these. > >Not that I will, 'cuz frankly I think you'd do a >better job on this one... :) Thank you! And hardly so, Moe. ^_~ I love your writing, and would love to see how you'd do something like this. ^_^ Harukami - ---- "I wish I knew what we were being kept so long *for*..." [To be concluded when the Malakim come knocking.] Just then, there is a knock on the door. [.........I hate you so much. ^^] http://haru_in.tripod.com/ Haru's IN page: Game logs, art, and fiction. ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 16 Jan 2003 16:26:55 -0500 From: Elizabeth McCoy Subject: RE: IN> Question about David At 8:38 AM -0500 1/16/03, Finder, Randolph J Mr NGB-ARNG wrote: [beth wrote] >> Not I, but he seems rather Bearish to me... (I don't recall anything >> in S1, but I could be wrong.) >Given that it is David, shouldn't that be "bare"-ish? Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear... Fuzzy Wuzzy grew black wings and oath chains and a human form -- and wasn't fuzzy, wuz-he? No, doesn't scan. O:> - -- - --Beth, arcangel@io.com / archangel@sjgames.com In Nomine Line Editor http://www.io.com/~arcangel/ ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 16 Jan 2003 16:35:19 -0500 From: "S.D." Subject: IN> A new relic slash drug slash.../something/. http://www.livejournal.com/talkread.bml?journal=melpomenes_mask&itemid=11913 - - posting the link simply because, if people comment on the idea over there, it's much easier for me to remember to make changes - and if I do change it, this way I don't actually have to, you know, /repost/ and clog the ML. ^^ ~S.D. Ryukage http://www.livejournal.com/~melpomenes_mask/ ****************************************************************************** "I mean, when the Symphony sounds like '..../....../...../........../.....(fnord)....../...../...'..." - - myself, discussing what Redemption would be like during a RP-scene where the entirety of the dialogue consisted of punctuation. I kid you not. ^^ ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 16 Jan 2003 16:34:21 -0500 From: EDG Subject: RE: IN> Question about David At 04:26 PM 1/16/2003 -0500, Elizabeth McCoy wrote: >No, doesn't scan. You know, I personally have the image in my head of an argument between David and Jordi, before the Fall: "By God, a rock is *so* an animal!" "Grrr..." - -EDG ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 16 Jan 2003 14:00:43 -0800 (PST) From: Michael Walton Subject: Re: IN> A new relic slash drug slash.../something/. Heh heh... cool stuff. I wouldn't let (Bal)Seraphim have the ability innately, but it's great as a Relic. =====

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"War may sometimes be a necessary evil. But no matter how necessary, it is always evil." -- Jimmy Carter

__________________________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Mail Plus - Powerful. Affordable. Sign up now. http://mailplus.yahoo.com ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 16 Jan 2003 17:09:44 -0500 From: BC Petery Subject: IN> Re: Words in 3 Souls >> So "Janus" is a title, not an individual name, and the Archangelship >> is elective? *That*'s an interesting departure from canon. > > Yes, it's a title. So what does this do for Valefor? If the Word Mechanisim gets stolen the theif becomes the new Valefor? What if the Word Mechanisim is stolen by an individual who isn't affiliated with Theft? If it's an angel, would they fall instantly? Picking up all that Naughty Essence can't be good for 'em. What if the Word Mechanisim is stolen by a group? Does one have to steal it from the group? Can the Word Mechanisim be used in part, making a dozen of Mini-Valefors? > Words aren't necessarily addictive. However, they *do* shade a > celestial's thinking, because the celestial's personal Symphony must > be put into resonance with the Word in order to forge the link. > Michael sees War whereever he looks, because he has been attuned to > the word of War. Interesting. This could mean that angels _see_ their Word reflectesd in the Symphony, but demons _feel_ their Word in their own personal Symphony. (Angels use Perception based resonance, demons use Will.) ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 17 Jan 2003 06:47:40 +0800 From: "Janet Anderson" Subject: Re: IN> Random posting The Elohite is correct. It's hilarious. Janet Anderson ************************************************* Seraph: What do we want to do if he turns out to be an infernal? Malakite: I'm kinda hoping we don't find that out definitively. Leaving a long string of bodies behind us isn't a really good idea. - -- _______________________________________________ Get your free email from http://www.graffiti.net Powered by Outblaze ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 16 Jan 2003 15:52:21 -0800 (PST) From: rob scwalen Subject: IN> Would Laurence be a firm believer in this saying? would Laurence believe in the saying "those who live by the sword, die by the sword." __________________________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Mail Plus - Powerful. Affordable. Sign up now. http://mailplus.yahoo.com ------------------------------ End of in_nomine-digest V1 #2934 ********************************