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            CONNECTIONS           Prince Dastan || Best Friend / Childhood Friend Profile: Click to View! At about seven years of age Maniya moved from Pāsārgād, her birthplace and once the capital of the First Persian Empire, to Babylon, the current capital of the reborn Persian Empire. The decision was not her own but that of her master, in whose service she found herself at that time in her life as a slave. Five years later, when she had turned twelve, faith had her meet two young boys, one six years old, Dastan, the other only five, Bis. She found them sneaking inside the back court of her master’s dwelling in an attempt to find some food and some less torn up cloths that could serve to replace at least some of their scant and barely wearable clothing. They were two street urchins, wondering the streets for as long as their young minds could remember and with no recollection of their parents or any other relative or guardian.      Being a slave herself, Maniya could not bring herself to deny the two children aid, although her act could have brought about punishment if discovered. Yet, fearful not to arise her master’s suspicion by giving away some of his possessions, however slight and insignificant, Maniya chose to give the two boys the little food and fabrics she had for herself, the insignificant possessions that a slave was allowed to keep, aside only her own worn out garment. She had seen many homeless children strive about on the streets, mostly begging and putting their lives in the hands of destiny, waiting and hoping for someone to show some compassion, but the two boys that Maniya came across were not like that. It surprised her to see that although of such young ages, they had understood that the only way to survive was by helping themselves, not begging or waiting for help to come. They were clever and resourceful and stubbornly claimed their right to live, no matter what others might say, an idea that Maniya had also long clung to. The oldest boy, Dastan, was the most resourceful and although Bis was not his blood-brother, but another homeless child he had bonded with while striving to survive in the streets, he had cared for the younger boy the same as a good older brother would. Maniya encouraged the two boys to return whenever they needed food or shelter and promised to find them a place to stay at least during the night, even if the chances for being discovered, especially by a loyal servant, were great. Still, she continued to help them whenever she could and the three children soon formed a strong brotherly bond, with their similar misfortunes and ill fated destinies serving as common ground to bring them closer.      Necessity often forced the two boys to steal for a living and Dastan had promised to become a skillful thief when he grew older and repay Maniya for her kindness and support, first of all by purchasing her freedom. Dastan and Bis might have been homeless orphans but at least they were free citizens of the empire, while Maniya had inherited her position as a slave through birth. She had never had a choice in the matter and had only known the life of a slave, deprived of personal choice or liberty of movement, outside the commands she received. Faith however turned out to be most ironic and later on Maniya was the one who would learn the ways of a thief and explore life in a way she would have never thought possible. She would not only be freed from servitude but would become a very different person from the quiet and submissive girl she once was. The first step towards this journey occurred when Maniya turned 15 and the unexpected death of her master brought upon herself a most unexpected fortune. A kind elderly woman, Delasa, a relative of the man, who inherited part of his fortune, bought Maniya’s freedom and took her to work as a servant in the royal palace of Babylon. The chores might have been similar but at least she was now a free citizen. As soon as Maniya found herself in this new privileged position, from the point of view of a slave, she made plans to ensure for Dastan and Bis similar opportunities, yet their fortunes, especially that of Dastan’s, proved to be far greater than her own. It was nothing less of a shock to discover that the street urchin she had cared for had seized the attention of the King of Kings himself who did not simply bestow upon him some impressive reward but took him out of the streets to raise him as his own son. Dastan’s shock at such an occurrence was of course greater but there were reasons to explain these unexpected gestures of great compassion. Those months of that particular year were ones that would forever remain in history, not only that of Persia but of the world. The day King Sharman galloped victorious through the streets of Babylon and was so impressed by an uncommonly clever orphan that he decided to adopt him right there and then, was also the day that marked the conclusion of a most impressive victory. The Persians and Parthians, both people of Iranian descent, after having united their forces to ensure the rebirth of the Persian Empire, following Greek occupation, had suppressed the expansionist ambitions of the Roman Republic and proved to them that beyond the River Ufrātu lay a great empire, a force to be reckoned with, not just some scattered, easily defeated barbaric tribes as the Romans had assumed. At the battle of Ḫarrānu (Carrhae) the Romans suffered a grave and decisive defeat, their forces practically annihilated. It was an unforgettable example of Persian-Parthian military tactics and skills, one that would impress the world at that point in history and also for centuries to come, remaining in the annals of military history to be studied by future generations. The euphoria that descended upon the citizens of the empire following this great victory, together with the peace and stability brought about by King Sharaman’s reforms, released the empire from the tension and insufficiencies they had lived with in previous years and the general mood was just right for unexpected miracles, such as a street urchin becoming a prince. When Maniya met the two boys once again at the palace, she as a servant, Dastan as a prince and Bis as the Stable Master’s apprentice, she asked them to keep their friendship a secret. Although Maniya had been brought to work at the palace before Dastan’s arrival, she did not want anyone thinking he was abusing his new position by bringing in other homeless orphans like himself. Bis was an exception because they had been like brothers since the first day they met and he was also the boy for whose safety Dastan endangered his own life, in the faithful day that Sharaman entered the city triumphantly but was halted in his march by the tumult the two street boys had unwillingly created. During their time at the palace Maniya spoke more frequently with Bis and met with prince Dastan only rarely, in secret, since he was constantly watched and she did not want her presence or their bond to be known. She also did not bother either of them with her silly crush on Prince Garsiv, which she kept to herself. The years passed relatively quick and the next turning point in their destiny came when Maniya was wrongly accused of theft and in her desperate attempt to escape the guards sent to capture her, fell from a great height into a small river flowing along one side of the palace. After that everyone presumed her dead and being unable to hide their grief, Dastan and Bis revealed Maniya’s identity as their childhood friend and protector, as well as the reasons for which she wanted her identity kept secret. Not long after Maniya began her new life in the house of Navaz, as her adopted daughter, and began to develop a different, thus far hidden side of her personality, Maniya snuck into the royal palace and shocked the two boys with her presence and the revelation of being alive. Due to the new circumstances, the three of them had even less time or opportunities to meet but from their different dwellings they focused each on their own learning and training. Once again she asked them to keep her secret, this time the need to be thought dead and removed from anyone’s concerns being much greater. Then, ever since her unexpected affair with Prince Tus began she stopped visiting her two friends and when she did visit them again she made no mention of her encounters with Tus. After all, two thirteen and twelve year old boys had other things on their minds. Once circumstances forced her to end her affair with Tus, Maniya met with her childhood friends one more time to let them know she would be taking a long journey to the land of Kemet, or Mudrāya as it was known in the Persian tongue and Egypt to the Greeks and Romans. Three years later she returned to the city she loved, her hometown, Babylon and with Dastan now being 17, he had more freedom to move about as he pleased, or he simply disregarded orders and snuck outside the palace and the three old friends now found more time to spend in each other’s company and share the experiences they each had while apart. For the most part they met in the house of lady Navaz, now Maniya’s home as well, a sumptuous villa situated in the rich district of Babylon, not too far from the royal palace. They had every reason to feel at home there since Navaz welcomed them as if they were her own children and they were family after all. Navaz was a cousin of Queen Amāstrī, the first wife of King Sharaman and mother of Prince Tus, but unlike Amāstrī she had chosen a completely different path. She isolated herself from her noble heritage and dedicated her life to learning and putting her inherited fortune in the service of common, disadvantage people and the improvement of vital sectors of the city. When they became reacquainted Maniya shared with Dastan and Bis much of her long kept secrets, including her teenage crush on Prince Garsiv and her brief platonic affair with Prince Tus. She unveiled her deepest feelings to her two trusted friends and explained her actions, letting them know why she had done what she had done and how she had learned to accept the impossibility of having her dreams fulfilled. As such, she decided to dedicate her life to aiding the men she loved from afar and in so doing also ensuring, as much as she could from her position, the safety and prosperity of the empire. Over the years, while studying the history of their people and becoming acquainted with the current state of things, Maniya had developed great admiration and respect for the nation she was a part of and the people who had elevated the empire to what it was at present. From what she had learned, also from foreign records throughout her travels, the Persians and their distant ancestors occupied a land that was thought to be the cradle of civilization, the place where humans first began to evolve and build societies and cities, then nations. The old city of Babylon and its surroundings had been from the beginning in the center of this starting point of development. Later on came the birth and expansion of the First Persian Empire, thought by many to be the largest empire of the known world to that day, an empire unparalleled in both territory expansion and wealth. Yet the greatest feat of all was the wisdom and tolerance with which the old Kings ruled the land, showing mercy to their enemies and allowing many freedoms to newly conquered people. Despite inevitable wars and periods of great unrest, the general state of things was a peaceful and prosperous one and the empire flourished, not only in riches but also in culture and science. Throughout centuries, many libraries were built in the largest cities and filled with countless manuscripts containing works of literature, philosophy, religion, history, geography, politics, astronomy, medicine, architecture, engineering and many other sciences. The empire they called home was truly unique in the knowledge it possessed and it had been the intention of many rulers to see this knowledge made available to all citizens and not just some privileged few. A strong, unified nation could only be sustained as such by the common will of the people, not by force and fear as others believed, and a well educated people could only help in the development of the nation. Many times before the greatest minds of history had sprung from the lowest of social classes and their ideas would have never been born if they had not first managed to acquire some level of education and then find a way to make their ideas known. Still, it was not only her admiration for the past that dictated Maniya’s decisions. Although having an inherit disdain for the nobility, due to the unfounded superior attitude of most of them, she came to see that King Sharaman, as a man, was someone who truly understood what it meant to be a ruler and who had sacrificed much in order to see a second Persian Empire being born, as well as to ensure the peace and prosperity that people had enjoyed in the distant past. Maniya’s change of heart regarding the King of Kings was not influenced by his adoption of Dastan. In fact, she continued to have the same feelings regarding nobility until she discovered herself that King Sharman was indeed a dedicated ruler and a honorable man. However there were still many nobles under his command who fitted perfectly the view that Maniya had of nobility in general and she would have no remorse in depriving them of their possessions and redistributing them to the needy, in her new thieving profession. Dastan and Maniya would often debate on whether there was an already made destiny for each individual or if one made one’s destiny throughout life, but one thing was certain, there had been many peculiar coincidences in Maniya’s life that had led her to believe there could be a destiny she had to fulfill. For one, she was born in Pāsārgād, also the birth city of King Sharman, she was born in the same year and day that King Sharaman was crowned King of Kings, she had been almost like a mother for the boy who would one day be taken by the King to be raised as his own son, she was adopted herself by a noble woman belonging to the Royal House and she swore to dedicate her life to ensuring the happiness of the man she loved but whom she could never have, a man who was none other than the King’s oldest son, himself the future King of Kings. All these put together led to the obvious conclusion that her supreme goal in life, her destiny, could only be ensuring the prosperity of the empire and its people. She had once been one of the common people, of the lowest class even, and now that she had been bestowed with much fortune it was only natural to see it as her duty to help those whose faith she had once shared. With this in mind she had unwillingly developed an almost annoying habit of reminding Dastan and Bis that it was their duty to not forget where they came from and use their new position to do the good they would have otherwise been unable to do. Yet, as much as she wanted to put her life in the service of the empire, Maniya also wanted to travel, even further than she had already traveled, to see and understand more of the known world, and perhaps even uncover new lands. With this in mind she set on a very long journey that took her as far as Britannia to the far west, then northwards across Germania and the vast Sakai plains, finally reaching the Han Empire of the far east. Four years later she returned a much different person, one who had suffered physical torture, mostly at the hands of the Romans, but who also embraced it, found the strength to move forward and accepted the transformation she was undergoing with each new experience, turning her into someone very different from the girl she once was. Whether she had a written destiny or not, there were many moments when such ideas were a comfort and provided a much needed, though simple and vague explanation to the turns her life kept taking. On a more personal side, upon returning from the far east, destiny granted her a more pleasing surprise, that of satisfying her long desire of sharing a few moments of physical pleasure with Garsiv, even though it meant that from then on, more than ever she would have to make sure she never crossed paths with either of the King’s two oldest sons, while in Babylon. When she returned to the capital and was once again reunited with Dastan and Bis she shared with them all her secrets and adventures and burdened them even more with secrets they had to swear to keep.   Each time Maniya returned to Babylon from a long journey she seemed to have lost a part of her old self somewhere along the way and the two young men had to constantly accustom themselves with her new attitude and mentality. At first she appeared only bolder and more self-confident than in her young years, but still possessing much enthusiasm and positive energy that she enjoyed spreading around, trying to get others as well to find more excitement in being alive. She had managed to accept the difficulties and sorrows that life threw her way and understood the benefits of a positive state of mind. Yet, as the years went by and she was forced to experience more of the horrors that life and human existence had to offer, especially after her long voyage to the far west, Maniya’s smile and positive, enthusiastic attitude gradually faded. What replaced them was a cold, emotionless stare marked only occasionally by sarcastic grimaces and ironic smiles. Her general attitude often extended towards indifference and bitterness but she considered this a positive change, arguing that she now had a more realistic grasp on life and had more clarity of mind, unlike her old self, whom she grew to despise for being weak and taking hasty decisions based on emotions, which brought misfortune both to herself and to others.      Maniya no longer had a pure pacifistic view on life. She stated that she now understood the complexities of social structures and human behavior and that what people had named evil, vile or immoral were only such depending on circumstance. What is more, such things are often needed in order to bring about their opposites, so in simpler terms, good can sometimes be brought about only by means of evil, or what people subjectively consider to be evil. As such, Maniya was no longer repulsed by the necessity of murder and could offer many justifications in its favour, depending on the case. Still, this new attitude of hers did not spoil the brotherly bond she had with the two younger men. From many points of view it made it stronger. The many life experiences she had both at home and in her travels forced Maniya to mature rapidly and slightly beyond her years, which only served to increase the protective attitude she always displayed towards Dastan and Bis. Now that she was more prone to irony and mischievousness, she seldom teased them by saying she was like a mother to them and enjoyed pretending to display the attitude of a much older person. Then there were the times when she was the complete opposite and even had moments of irrational behavior, perhaps an inevitable consequence of the burdensome emotional pain she did great efforts to hide.     From the years they lived on the streets when they were young, Dastan and Bis developed their capability of rapidly adapting to new situations so they managed to put up with Maniya’s constantly changing personality and shifting moods. Dastan in particular shared Maniya’s newly developed taste for irony so much of their interactions ended up revolving around playfully teasing each other back and forth on various subjects. Making fun of the difficulties, problems and misfortunes they had to face seemed to be an efficient way of moving forward with much ease and learning to accept what they could not change. Aside from the adventures they went on separately, Maniya, Dastan and Bis also shared common adventures in the few months that Maniya spent in Babylon in between her travels. When they were children, their adventures were limited by Maniya’s bond of servitude that did not permit her to venture outside her master’s dwelling without permission. When they were teenagers they still had little freedom with Maniya being a servant at the palace and Dastan being constantly supervised and attended, since he had become the King’s son. But once they came of age and entered adulthood, the freedoms of all three widened considerably and with almost nothing holding them back, on numerous occasions they ventured into unknown places and situations without a second thought. Their ingenuity helped them through on many occasion but a considerable amount of times they got themselves in trouble and their actions did not pass unnoticed. Maniya’s necessity to keep her identity a secret proved many times to be a difficult obstacle to pass whenever she and her two best friends got themselves in trouble. However, Dastan never backed away from helping his childhood friend, even if it meant taking the blame upon himself. Maniya was not comfortable with this, even if it was a useful solution and the only way of avoiding exposing herself and she would afterwards strive to make it up to Dastan, often by ending up putting herself in harm’s way in the process, the same as Dastan had done for her.               Bis || Best Friend / Childhood Friend Profile: Click to View!    Maniya’s relationship with Bis is similar to that between her and Dastan. They share the same secrets and shared most of their experiences together.                    

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WARNING: SPOILERS FOLLOW!Clayface: Seriously, I don't know why I'm even here, I haven't been in this continuity at all!Croc: Uh, I've only been in a cameo role in the second movie by Dee Bo, and I was in that little dumb Anime Featurette.Crow: Well, I was in...Croc: We know Jon, you don't have to rub it in our faces.Bane: SHUT UP! My movie's starting!Croc: Your movie?Bane: Um, yeah!*Bane talks for the first time in the movie.*Bane: WHAT? I don't sound like Sean Connery meets Christopher Walken meets Gary Oldman! I'm supposed to sound Latin... Like Alberto Del Rio or something!Croc: Congrats, you do now!Bane: Shut up before I break your arms again.Croc: You shut up before I feed you a broken rib sandwich!Talia: Damn, Marion Cotillard looks drop dead gorgeous!Croc: Um... Hathaway looks much hotter.Clayface: I agree. Seriously, how is this even an argument?Bane: Ya'll are perverts, you know that?Croc: *Points to Clayface* He's the pervert!Bane: How's your wife Waylon?Croc: Fucking bite me Bane!Clayface: You know, I may be a pervert, but I'm not the one wearing a thong on my face!Croc: What the...? GODDAMMIT! Now I'll never unsee that!Bane: At least he kicked the Venom early!Croc: yeah, and Tom looks like he put on quite a bit of weight since Warrior. Then again, when you first kicked the Venom, you were...Bane: Still able to break the Joker's back in one slam!Crow: And still a blowhard!Croc: Whatever motherfuckers, bottom line is... *Hears a line about a giant alligator in the sewers.* I WAS TOTALLY IN THIS MOVIE!Talia: Congrats Waylon, how does it feel to be mentioned in a movie and resembled in another?Croc: How the fuck does Selina's lesbian roommate Holly get a bigger role than either one of us? And furthermore, what the fuck are you doing here anyway Talia?Talia: Um... I'm a fan?Croc: Right... BOttom line is I was in more movies than you!Bane: Wait, now I'm the son of Ra's? So that makes what Talia and I did incest?Clayface: No, that makes you another notch in her belt. OW! *Gets nutshotted by Talia.* What was that for?Talia: I'm a lady Karlo!Clay: yeah, a woman who slept with half of the Arkham Rogues gallery AND Batman! *Gets another nut shot, this time from Bane.*Croc: Shut the fuck up Clay! Oh look, it's the Steelers! Maybe Hines Ward will be blown to bits!Bane: WRONG! I blew up the entire team EXCEPT for Hines Ward!Clayface: Didn't he retire this year?Crow: OH LOOK! I'm in this movie too!Croc: Yeah, playing the part Harvey played in No Man's Land. Do something fucking original for once!Crow: At least I don't rip off my characteristics from Michael Clarke Duncan roles.Clayface: Dude, he has a point.*Tatsu pops out of nowhere.*Tatsu: Actually, Dad should stop with the MCD references because the more he acts like him, the closer he will come to eating like him, and we all know Mike is aCroc: One more word Tatsu and I'll shove your gum drops up your ass then force you to eat them.Tatsu: I'll shut up now. *Goes back to where he was seated.*Croc: Whoa, is this what I think it is?Clay: It is.Bane: This movie is about to get a lot more metal!All 3 of the big Gothamite metalheads: WALL OF DEATH!*The scene switches to the fight between Batman and Bane*Croc: And there's a familiar and refreshing scene: Bane being repeatedly punched in the face... Hey, why did that bitch stab Batman?*The revelation of Miranda's true identity arises*All 5: WHOA!Talia: KNEW IT! She IS gorgeous!Croc: revel in your moment bitch, I was in more movies than both of you idiots! Well, not counting the porno tapes Talia made with all of us.Crow: Except me! I meant the movies, not the porn, because she totally made one with me.Croc: SHUT THE FUCK UP CROW BEFORE I SHOVE YOUR ASS UP YOUR ASS AND MAKE YOU TASTE YOUR OWN GASTRIC WASTE!Talia: Plus, I never slept with you Crow. And no, I didn't make tapes for any of you idiots! Not even you Bane, and I liked you a lot!Bane: If Tom Hardy doesn't get an Oscar for this, it's horseshit.Croc: Maybe TOm should overdose like Heath Ledger did.Talia: Marion already has an Oscar. I can't complain!Croc: Mike got nominated... Once...Clayface: God, I can't wait til I get a movie.Croc: Not gonna happen, Batman just blew up.Clayface: Oh...Bane: Wait, he's alive. He fixed the autopilot.Croc: Huh... Knew we couldn't give up on him.Bane: There still isn't going to be another movie though.Croc: Whatever, we still have the Arkham games. And they're saying I might get a legitimate boss fight in the next one.Bane: In your fucking dreams.Croc: Whatever. This movie was okay. Talia: I DIED!!!Bane: I got blasted in the face by Catwoman. Shut the fuck up!Croc: Whatever. Yeah it was good. Now to unsee the line Clayface made about your mask in this movie.Clayface: FACETHONG! FACETHONG! FACETHONG!The rest of the crew: GODDAMMIT!

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Back in the 51st Century, fellow time agents Elizabeth and Captain Jack Harkness worked together like a well oiled machine. They knew each other inside out, forward and backwards, back to front; they were a team in every respect of the word, and to see them together, one would almost think that they could read each other's thoughts. They knew exactly what to do to make the other one feel good, and most importantly, they trusted each other with their lives. That was then; in a time before THEY came and took her away;  in a time before she became another star on the wall of remembrance, along with the other missing or dead agents who couldn't be names for security reasons; in a time before Jack knew she was dead!It began on their first day of working together. Beth, who just happened to share the same surname as Jack, was a newly appointed Time Agent, sent to finish her training under him. She and Jack bonded immediately, not through sexual chemistry (although that came in time, normally after a night on the Jack Daniels), but because of a connection that they shared; a bond that was so powerful that they instinctively knew what the other was thinking; knowing if the other was happy or sad or, more importantly, lost, injured, or in danger; and they knew exactly how to get the other one to safety.  No-one knew why, or even how, they shared this connection, least of all Beth and Jack. They just went with the flow.   Elizabeth (Beth) was tall, slim, and elegant. She had long tousled auburn hair and blue eyes and it was rumoured that she came from noble Irish ancestry, going back centuries to a land long forgotten by time. Jack often joked they must have met each other in another time and that centuries later, he and Beth were the result of them having children together. This made Beth laugh, even though she felt a little uneasy at the thought of it, especially as they had shared a bed on a number of occasions!    For years, Jack had mourned Beth's passing, but now he had a new life in a new time. It had taken him a long time to get over her death. The hardest part was the feeling of emptiness. After years of feeling the oneness of mind that they shared, the connection was severed and whenever he tried to reach out to her, all he felt was a deep nothingness. Now, although Beth was never far from his thoughts, he was happy in his new life and whenever he thought about her, he felt peace. His friends accepted how Jack felt about Beth. They accepted her as a part of his life and, in a strange way, a part of their lives too; and they knew that even if Beth was to somehow return, Jack's long lost soul-mate posed absolutely no threat!  It happened while he was shaving. Jack had been standing admiring his naked physic in front of the mirror. He moved over to the sink, smeared aftershave over his handsome face, reached for the razor and began to glide it over his jaw line. Suddenly, he felt a searing pain in his lower cheek. At first he thought that he'd cut himself shaving, but no blood had been drawn. "Strange", he thought to himself. He hadn't felt a pain like this since Alex punched Beth in the face thinking that 'she' was a certain 'he' who had been raiding the staff canteen at night. He'd stayed back late, hiding out, waiting for the intruder to show his face. Unfortunately Beth had left her radio on the table and decided to get it before leaving for home and got the full brunt of his fist on her cheek. It was hard to distinguish who felt it the most, Beth, Alex... or Jack, who was waiting in the foyer!!!Meanwhile, in a place god knows where, a girl was waking up from a drug induced sleep. Weakly, she sat up in what seemed to be a hospital bed and ripped out the tube that was plugged into her vein in her arm. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and tried to stand up, only to fall over, cracking her jaw on the metal table beside the bed. With barely any voice, she tried yelling for help, but no-one came! Summoning all the strength she could muster, she somehow managing to get herself to her feet she staggered out into deserted corridor. Stopping to catch her breath, she looked into an old cracked mirror that was hanging on the wall. Running her fingers through her long auburn hair, she gazed into the big blue eyes that were looking back at her, and studied the pale reflection; a reflection that she did not recognise!Suddenly a loud high pitched noise came over the speaker system. Beth grabbed her head and tried to blot it out by covering her ears, but it was too late. She was brought to her knees by the searing pain of the sound, and too weak to do anything about it, she became resigned to the fact that her head would explode with pain; but the noise stopped as suddenly as it had started. Two men in uniform came dashing through the door, picked her up from the floor, and took her back to her room. One of the men took a syringe and injected her in the neck. "There is no escape, Miss Harkness," he said coldly, "Not until you give us the information we seek!"The voices began to fade into oblivion as darkness enveloped her; and a million miles away, Jack's crushing headache began to subside!-----------------------------------------------------------------------------  [The following is adapted from a roleplay game, played out in 2006 by myself and jackharkness.] She was sitting at a corner table. The dustiness of the desert heat was screaming at her to take a drink of the cool beer she held in her hands. "On in five," someone yelled from the bar. "OK," she replied.   As the piano began to play, she emptied her glass, placed it on the table, made her way to the bar stool in the centre of the small stage, and began to sing. Ev'ry time we say goodbye I die a little Ev'ry time we say goodbye I wonder why a little Why the Gods above me who must be in the know Think so little of me they allow you to go.... As he stepped out of the TARDIS, Jack heard the dulcet tones of an all too familiar melody drifting across the silence of the desert sands."Don't go wandering off now, Jack," came a voice from inside the TARDIS. "And if you HAVE to wonder off, do it in style! After all, you don't need me to tell you to be careful out there."  "You worry too much Doctor," he yelled back as he stretched himself in the still of the desert heat.   A shiver ran through him as he listened to the haunting melody that was caught up in the nomadic stillness. "Pretty, he thought to himself as he listened," Real pretty!" Suddenly, a wave of recognition hit him full on. His heart missed a beat as he realised that he was listening to a voice from the past. A voice that he'd not heard since the 51st century. He trudged across the sand, taking about 20 minutes to reach the outskirts of the small town. The music was louder now, and he followed it down the street to a small saloon style bar. His heart was pounding in his chest as he reached for the door-knob. "Surely not," he said to himself, "Surely it can't be her!" He went inside and saw her over by the piano. "Beth," he said under his breath, "Oh Beth!" He grabbed a beer and sat at a small table at the back of the room. He watched and he listened.   She finished her set to the sound of light applause, and walked over to the bar. "Gimme a cold one, Charley," she said to the bar tender, "And make it a large one will ya." Jack wanted to talk to her, to touch her, to hold her, but what was he to say? "Sorry I haven't been around for the last god knows how many centuries, but I thought you were dead? No, that would never do. Gotta be more subtle that," he thought to himself, wishing that the Doctor was here to give him moral support. He slowly made his way over to where Beth was standing, and tapped her on the shoulder. "Of all the gin joints in all the worlds," he said with a grin, "I have to walk into yours!"   "How many times have I heard THAT one," she said to herself with a sigh. She turned to face him. Smiling sweetly, she looked into the eyes of the handsome face in front of her. "What can I do for you Mr... ?" His heart stops beating in its tracks, and a cold clammy feeling enveloped him as he realised that she hadn't the foggiest idea who he was!He gazed into the blankness of her eyes. "Maybe it's not her at all," he thought, "And yet, how could it NOT be?" His mind was running ten to the dozen now. His pulse rate rising to a dangerous level. His breathing getting shallower with each breath. "This can't be happening," he thought to himself, "This cannot be happening." Maybe his mind was clouded with the tricks of past and future years. Maybe the effects of the radiation cloud that the TARDIS passed through was taking its toll. Maybe.... maybe.... he hit the floor heavily as he passed out with a resounding crash.    "Another drunk?" shouted Charley questioningly from the other end of the bar."Didn't seem drunk to me, Charley," she said as she knelt beside him among the broken glass. "Don't smell of booze either. Pass me a damp towel and get some water." She smiled to herself. "Kinda cute," she thought as she placed the damp towel over his face and mopped his brow. "In fact.... real cute!" She shuddered as a feeling of D�j� Vu entered her mind. Jack slowly opened his eyes. "What just happened?" he asked, in the knowledge that he is normally in full control of all his faculties. "I'm not sure," she said gently as she continued to mop his brow, "I don't normally have that kind of effect on men!"The resounding heat of the desert, coupled with the shock of seeing her again, had all been too much for Jack. He was certain now. It IS her. But how? He raised his arm and ran the tips of his fingers down the side of her cheek. "Beth?" he said gently. "What happened to you?" All she could remember of her past, was waking up in the middle of the dunes. "Fell to earth," they said, those who saw her. Charley took her in and nursed her back to health. Some suspected that he knew who she was, and that he was protecting her from some unseen foe. But if he did, he never let on! The only form of 'identification' that she had on her was part of an old torn photograph with a name on the back. The image was of her, so that became her name. She looked at him with a puzzled expression on her face. "Who's Beth?" she said softly as she gazed into his eyes. She wondered why she suddenly felt so desperate to drown herself in his memories. There was a shout from the back of the bar. "Hey Jack, you want another beer before we shut up shop?"  "Yeah," she yelled in reply, "And make it a cold one!"She helped the man to his feet and yelled for Charley to bring an extra beer over to the table in the corner. For some unknown reason she felt completely relaxed and at peace in the presence of the stranger. "So, handsome," she began, "Ain't seen you around these parts before. You a trader?" Charley took over the drinks, looked at the two of them together, and thought back to the day they found her lying in the dunes. He remembered searching through her pockets and finding the small photo. He remembered feeling that danger would only pursue if anyone saw the image, and so he did what he thought best; he tore it in two and placed one half back where he had found it, and the other in his own pocket. He went into the back room and over to a safe that was in the far corner. Opening it, he took out a small tin box and began riffling through the contents. He found what he was looking for, and studied it carefully. It was the matching half of Beth's photo, and the man standing by her side was Jack Harkness.It was 3.00am, and the silence of the dimly lit street was deafening. The only sounds were of muted laughter and chatter that was coming from the saloon bar where Jack and Beth had been sitting in deep conversation for the last two hours. Still shell shocked by the realisation that he'd found his long dead friend, Jack knew he had to tread carefully with this one. He'd lost her once, and he didn't intend to lose her again by telling her the frightening reality that she wasn't who she though she was. Beth went behind the bar to get them both another drink, and Jack ventured outside onto the moonlit porch out back. Charley was sitting in an old rocking chair at the far end. He was watching the green haze on horizon through an old telescope. "Do you believe in fate, Captain Harkness?" he said without looking up from his telescope. Jack was surprised by his question, but more surprised that Charley knew his name. He walked over to him and rested against the front of the porch looking out in the direction of the horizon. Charley looked up from his scope. "There's an old story round these parts that tells of a gateway between here and the future," he said. "They say that it opened up years back, like a vortex, and it let in living machines that near destroyed the planet. Them as believe in the vortex are of a mind that it's waking up." He looked through the telescope again, and breathed a deep sigh. "Do YOU believe in the votex, Captain?" he asked softly. Jack paused and thought for a moment. "Yes," he replied softly, "Yes I do."  Beth came wandering over with a couple of beers and a pot of coffee on a tray. "Hey, Charley," she said, "I didn't know you were still here. You wanna beer?" He took the tray from her hands and placed it on the nearby table. "Remember when I first found you, girl?" he said to her gently. "I said that the day would come when you'd have to trust me and do what I told you, no questions asked?" "Yeah, I remember," she replied with a look of puzzlement on her face. "Show the Captain the photo!" Beth took the small photo from her back pocket and handed it to Jack. "We found that on her the day she come here," he said. He reached into his jacket and removed the matching half, handing it to Jack. Jack looked at the two halves. They fitted together like a hand in a glove. "You take good care of her now, Jack Harkness. I've done all I can, but the vortex is wakin' up and she ain't safe round these parts no more. She's in your care now!" He went back to his telescope.A look of bewilderment came on her face. "What's happening, Charley?" she asked, "What's going down?" Her voice sounded calm, but Charley knew differently. The sun was beginning to rise over the horizon and a strange sound was humming on the breeze as it crossed the desert sand. Charley looked up from his telescope and walked over to her. "You ain't safe here Jack, or should I call you Beth? Not no more. The vortex is waking up, and when it does, they'll be coming back for you. You go with Captain Harkness. You'll be safer with him than anyone. He knows who you are and where you come from, and he'll help you put the pieces back together." He looks at Jack. "You'll do that won't you? Help her, I mean?" Jack nodded, "Sure," he said, I promise!" "But Charley..." she began; "No questions, remember?" he replied tearfully, "Now go! Don't bother packing, just get out of here." She hugged him. "Come with me Charley?" she asked. He shook his head. "I gotta stay here, Beth, put 'em off your tracks." "Thanks, Charley," she replied, "I'll be back to get you someday, I promise!" Charley knew that that she meant it, but that the day would never come!   Beth trusted the stranger, although she had no idea why. She felt that, if she so wished, she could reach into his thoughts. Further more, she could reach into his very soul and be joined with him. She shivered in the warm breeze. Jack took off his coat and put it around her shoulders. The breeze began to groan as it picked up speed. Charley looked at him. "Move swiftly, Captain Harkness," he said, "And don't stop until you reach that blue box that brung you here."   �2006 ETC (Beth Harkness) 

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He hates running like this. It's never been his style and especially not now. Yet, it's dark and he left his goggles at home. Even worse is the fact he is wearing civvies and without a trick arrow to spare. "Shit!"How does he always get himself in these scenarios?"Fuck!"Something nearly grazes the side of his head, the whisp of the air of it passing by is the only tale tell sign of that theory but he hadn't heard a gunshot ring in the air. The next thing he notices is..THUNK!That would be the sound of Clint Barton hitting a sign post, much like George of the Jungle would hit a tree. He literally bounces off of it and rolls into a fetal position for the briefest of moments, grimacing in pain. Through a mumbled but heavy breathed voiced, he speaks, rolling over to see the shadow of his would be attackers. Clint's eyes widen as they get closer, the forms of the people becoming more clearer to him."You have got to be shitting me!"Clint sits up in an indian style stance as a small hand reaches towards him.'Sorry mister...we thought you were Justin..'Clint's head tilts to one side as the second kid pulls out his Nerf gun into full view, grinning all cheesy like he had just shot down a mongoose. Clint waves off the aid and the little boy pulls his hand back, but rocks on his heels back and forth nervously.'We didn't mean ta scare ya."Clint jumps up quickly to his feet, shrugging off the kids words with a light clear of his throat."It's ok...but ya gotta be more careful...lotsa bad guys are out."The kids looked around and then one of them circled his index finger around the side of his head at the other, signaling a he's loony sign. The kids stepped back some from Clint, even as a light came on brighter from a balcony a floor up from the ground. A woman's voice called out  below.'Boys! It's time for bed!'The boys took another step back with one of them saying...'Sorry again mister. I hope your head's ok.'Clint responded as the kids ran off."Yeah...me too."

1.      I am not Alexandra Tydings, nor am I really Aphrodite. Anyone who truly believes that needs to have their head checked 2.      My writing style is para all the way to novella. Do not expect a reply to one liners. 3.      Comments = In Character, Messages = Out of Character 4.      I have a few family members who role-play here as well, if any drama is stirred up with them and another RP'er I will always side with my family. So don't start something if you can't handle the results. 5.      I do not role-play with any other Aphrodites, that would just be weird. 6.      I mostly role-play Aphrodite as she was portrayed on Xena and Hercules. Biggest thing to remember though, she is a goddess, she can time travel. But that doesn't mean she's suddenly in the current age. 7.      Starters: I accept random starters, no SL has to be discussed unless it's going to impact my character greatly. Also, I can not respond to someone who just simply types what their character is doing. Aphrodite is a spoiled goddess and will not just randomly find you. You have to get her attention. 8.      I am a mature role-player, which means there will be sexual content. But I will not just sleep with you instantly, so if that's all you're after, hit the delete friend button. 9.      Pictures: Go ahead and take whatever you want that are unaltered pictures, but if there is anything specifically made for my character, DO NOT TAKE!!! 10.      I have 2 children and a husband in real life, therefore real life will always come before RP. 11.      To ensure you actually read these rules, comment with I accept as well with your favorite episode from Xena or Hercules. 12.      Sometimes it'll take me a few days to respond, if you can't handle this, again, there is a delete friend button. Rush me, find yourself deleted. 13.      God-Modding is a big no no! Do not under any circumstances try to control my character. Also, if I send you a comment, don't modify it to your liking. (IE: I take a wine glass out of your hand and drink it. Don't reply with something saying you stopped me from doing it.) 14.      Who starts? I have a hard time keeping track, so if you add me, please send the starter. If I added you and we have yet to discuss a storyline, message me and we can. 15.      In the world of spell check and grammar check, I find it extremely annoying to have someone who can't type a simple sentence with proper grammar or spelling. If you try to talk to me in text speak, I will ignore it. 16.      I've been playing Aphrodite since 2006 on MySpace. I am known as one of the oldest and most original.     I think that's about it for now. Rules are subject to change at any time. If they do I will inform everyone.

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Rules of the Game 1.Don't piss me offxml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /> 2.Don't fuck with my family 3.Don't like my writing? Then piss off 4.Don't like me Flirting? Then piss of. 5.Don't like my arrogant ass? Then piss off 6.Don't act as a know it all. I know more then you. 7.Don't claim I have a child with you. I will deny all ownership 8.I pay no child support 9.I'm a pimp daddy. Accept that fact 10.I'm rude, blunt, funny, sexual, sexy as fuck and a lover at that 11.I play by my own rules 12.I follow no rules not even my own. 13.Want to get in my pants? Get in line like the rest of the bitches 14.Yes, I have Aim and yahoos IM. Do you have it? No. Will I give it to you? More then likely no. 15.I don't like you. I will delete you. That's a good enough reason for me 16.I have been around since 2006 on Myspace, Iv been around the block. Pulling a fast one is not possible 17.IF you want to RP with me, send me something don't ask about these dam story lines. 18.I go with the flow 19.Rl: Don't ask. I do not tell. Only those I value and are dear to me know about me. 20.If you are reading this. You must sign it. Send me something to my likening. 21.That's right, such a good little bitch reading my rules. I owned you, accept that. 22.I am one of a kind. You will not find anyone like me. It's your choice if you choose to play the game.     My RL Number Call me --- 973-409-3279

1: I am not nor do I claim to be Tom Felton nor Draco Malfoy. He is just a face I use for my Role Play and i play just a character from Harry Potter. No copyright infringement intended. I retrieve his pictures from a fan-site and always have premisson to use them. I do not know Tom Felton, Or the cast of Harry Potter, nor J. K Rowling.(Ain't that noticeable?)2: I do send out a mass starter comment. >.> I'm lazy but it will make you laugh. Our storyline will be talk about.3: WARNING!!!! There will be Male pregnancy somewhere on my page, or Drarry along with other ships. Don't like it delete me. Mature content.4: Messages are for ooc. Please lets remember this. I send only comments, I would like to only receive comments. If i have sent you a message it probably because i couldn't find your comment button.5: ORIGINAL CHARACTERS! Yes I'm going to point you out. Just cause I'm an asshole like that. For those that are my brother or my sister or something of that sort! I simply am going to say it now. I disown you. =/ See dick head. I am an only child. I want no brothers or sisters. Failed right now. Will this stop you from trying? Probably not. Which is another FAIL. oh well. As far as other originals. If you got past the adding factor, then i probably liked something about your page. I hope your very interest cause you got lucky!6: I don't wanna be anymore of a dickhead but i MUST!@ -.- I para to multi para. What that means is i like to keep things somewhat story but give it enough length to give it that ZAP! 3 paragraphs to 5 paragraphs. Please don't waste you time with more.7: No GODMODDING! Please. I can control Draco just fine. If you have a problem with something then lets talk about it!8: One liners are for friends only!9: You like a picture? Ask for it! All my shit is tagged. And i know my work anywhere.10: If you haven't noticed so far I'm a fucking asshole aren't i? Just what you wanted? Another Prick Draco correct? Well guess what. I can be a Teddy bear unless you piss me of! Just so i know what you stuck in here. Give me a Video game name from the early 90s.11: Last but not less. My muggle has a life. And I'm not allow to be around all the time. Due to that, that means i might get slow sometimes with replies. Just check my page for who i own. Please remember rule number 4 in this matter. This why we have messages but one message is all i need, please and thank you.Sincerely,Draco L. Malfoy

Name: DrakeAge: 21 but is really 550Species: Panther demonHair Color: Dark purpleEye Color: Bright greenSexual Orientation: Gay/SekeOccupation: night time escortstatus: singleTattoo: black panther print starting under his right eye down to the tip of his foot.

Name: VincentAge: looks 18 but is really around 400Species: NagaGender: MaleSexual Orientation: Gay/UkeHair Color: short blue hairEye Color: blue-ish greenOccupation: owns his own Bar/InnStatus: Single HomeTown: UnknownTattoo: a green tattoo around his belly button.Scarring: three long claw marks down his whole back.