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[06 Oct 2005|12:53pm]
[ mood | stunned ]

... she's gone...

... she's gone...

... gone.

This can't be happening. I need her. I can't lose Constance. But now her author is gone, and I'm... stuck.

What am I going to do?

[17 Jul 2005|04:28pm]
[ mood | sympathetic ]

So glad I'm not a Potterverse agent. Dealing with new Canon material is a horrible thing. Although, what with these occasional forays into Discworld, I suppose I'm worse off.

Oh well. At least Discworld doesn't have movies.

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Updatey thing [30 Nov 2004|02:42pm]
[ mood | contemplative ]

Yeah, yeah, I haven't been around for a while. So sue me.

So they sent me to Arda -- LotR-verse -- first, and that was fine. Then they sent me to Discverse, and that was okay. Then they sent me to Labyrinth-verse, and that was... weird. Then, as in, now, they send me over to the newly-opened Pern-verse. I mean, Pern's great and all, but where's it going to stop? Am I going to end up in Star-Wars-verse? Potter-verse? Some obscure little canon no one except me and a single 'Sue have heard of? Where will it end?

And another thing. Does anyone else here know how disturbing it is to have your mind yanked back and forth between two points in your life? Because I spend most of my time in the Now, where I'm about to go on a mission to Pern, but then my author keeps dragging me forward to sometime in the future. I can't tell when, exactly, and he erases most of my memories, but there was something about a power cut, and I /know/ HQ hasn't had one of those. Then there's... other strange things that happen. It's very confusing.

Ah, well. At least I should recognise it when it comes along.

-- now, to find RC #1110.

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[28 Aug 2004|07:51pm]
[ mood | Evil ]

Well now, these are interesting. Made by someone who isn't even an assassin, so I hear...

You Know You're From PPC Headquarters When...

You've gotten lost in a six foot stretch of corridor.

Oh, repeatedly

You find yourself talking to plants at random intervals.

Ahahaha, no. Not talking to them. Cursing them, possibly

Spending an hour walking down a dozen yards of corridor is perfectly acceptable.

You mean there are places where it isn't?

Your walls are grey. All of them.

No, Thandy burnt some patches...

Doors that don't disappear confuse you.

Definitely. What is with that?

Ten minutes without hearing a single 'Beeeeeeep!' makes you wonder what's wrong.

You get violent around sunflowers.

Idiot sunflower kicked me out. Someday I will burn him, I swear...

The words 'pay', 'clock' and 'time off' are no longer in your vocabulary.

Can't say I recognise them...

The word 'lol' makes you reach for a sword.


You never let yourself get comfortable.

What, you think I want to go on a mission?

You will never utter the phrase 'It's only a story' except in sarcasm.

You are personally acquainted with species from at least three different 'fictional' universes.

Far more than that...

Slamming your head against a wall is a good thing.

Well, obviously...

You're not addicted to Bleeprin - you can stop any time you like.


You know exactly what to do if someone comes at you with a flamethrower.

Pull out my own flamethrower, right?

Computers are evil.

They keep making loud noises...

The word 'mpreg' make you twitch.

You can remember the differences between Bleeprin, Bleepka, Bleepsinthe and Bleepesteem, but the difference between work and holidays are beginning to fade.

Holly what now?

Yelling at and hitting a piece of technology to fix it actually works.

Are there places it doesn't?

You have no idea how big your place of work actually is.

I may be the only Agent who does know that

The sight of glitter makes you sick.

No, it makes me violent

If Legolas runs down the corridor, you let him pass and then prepare to kill the 'Sue chasing him.

[Grins evilly]

'Sue' is not just a name.

... it's a way of death

'Urple' is not a typo.


Miniature firey demons are a common pet.

But don't let the Minis hear you call them pets...

You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from PPC HQ.

And you can find that one here. I do wonder whether this guy's been in HQ before...
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Why? [18 Apr 2004|05:44pm]
[ mood | stressed ]

Why did I ever join this place? What in Aman compelled me to do so?

I should have let them kill me. If they'd killed me, I could have gone home. And then I could see my brothers again - not that I really want to - and I could see the White City, and I wouldn't have to put up with these Morgoth-spawned, Valar-forsaken Mary-Sues!

I mean really! What I've just had to do... ai Valar, it was horrible, and I couldn't do a thing to stop it! Stupid 'Sue had taken over my mind - my mind! - and I was helpless.

Even back at the beginning, I was still myself. Even acting under Curse, Oath and burns, I was still myself. No-one ever took that away from me, until these thrice-cursed Mary-Sues turned up from the pits of Mortal minds and took away my mind and, yea, even my very soul, replacing them with a shallow, pointless, one-dimensional shadow.

And the worst thing? I was aware of it. I could see through the eyes of the thing that had taken my body, see what it was doing, I could... ai...

[Breaks down into fits of sobbing] I want to go home. Is that too much to ask? To be free from Atani for ever more. I don't care if I'm locked up in the Halls for until Dagor Dagorath, I need to get out of here!

Ai Valar... she's coming back. I need to get out...

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Argh! [18 Apr 2004|03:49pm]
[ mood | annoyed ]

Stupid stupid Atani and their stupid stupid Valar-forsaken Mary-sharding-Sues!

I's getting worse, I swear it is! In the past few days, I've seen any number of Agents kissing in the hallways - Agents who I happen to know have never even met before. So why? Because some idiot Secondborn decided that it would be fun to have, for example, Acacia - who I know has retired - and Agent Emma as a couple. I mean honestly, can't they at least stay within the realms of reasonable probability? There are enough plausible couples in HQ without inventing their own!

And that's not all. The 'Sues are multiplying, too, exponentially. I noticed that blue elf - you know, the orange-haired one, whatsisface - running down one corridor being followed by a vertitable horde of the things. I think the only reason they hadn't caught him was that they were too busy fighting amongst themselves to focus their powers.

Ah, well. At least I've got Anerin to protect me from them. Wait... who? What did I just write?

Oh Varda... the world's going into soft focus... they're getting to me...

It's getting hard to control my AnerinAnerin argh, fingers. Anerin. Oh, Valar... help!

Selene, if you are reading this, please, help. Get Vemi and come and save me from Anerin... please...

... I'm coming, Anerin dear...

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... owowowowowow! [16 Apr 2004|06:32pm]
[ mood | In pain ]

Remember that 'fic about me? Yeah. The Author somehow managed to work her mind into HQ and infected me. She dropped me into that story. Ow.

Fortunately, Agents Vemi and Penny - who's now out of Medical - came and rescued me, but... well. Here's their report.

Saving Agent DafyddCollapse )

My ears... even on a human it would be painful, but for me... owowowow.

And Selene is going to kill me... oh Eru. Here she comes now...

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Ai Elbereth! [16 Apr 2004|10:58am]
[ mood | scared ]

So I noticed that a few of my fellow Agents had discovered fanfics about themselves in this new section. Foolishly, I decided to check whether there were any about me. And guess what I found?

The AbominationCollapse )

I mean, dear merciful Valar, that was painful! We have to do something about this, fast - before the Author spirits start to invade HQ en masse.

... hide me. I don't want to die.

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What in Aman??? [15 Apr 2004|01:32pm]
[ mood | confused ]

Okay, so there I was, walking up to the SO's office, when all of a sudden this girl brushed past me. Now, I'm not normally one to take much notice of girls - obviously - but she was absolutely beautiful.

Which is odd, considering I can't remember a thing about her.

Anyway, she stopped, gasped, and said, "Oh, I'm terribly sorry!"

I told her not to worry, she hadn't really hit me too hard, and she said, "No, no, I really must apologise! I must have been thinking deeply - I never usually walk into people!"

Ignoring this, I asked her who she was. See, I had this nagging feeling I recognised her, but couldn't for the life of me think where from. "Oh," she said, "I'm Jaycacia Thornbyrd, daughter of Jay and Acacia. You must have heard of me!"

Now I come to think of it, there was an odd tone to that. It wasn't a statement, more a command...

So now I'm wondering - how can two female assassins have a daughter? I mean, it's not biologically possible!

Ack, stupid console. Quit beeping! Wait... what's this? Fanfic.net... PPC Category... new...


Someone sound the general alert! We've been invaded!

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Ow ow *ow*! [06 Apr 2004|07:00pm]
[ mood | Ouchy ]

Why does Selene persist in trying to kill me? I didn't ask her to zap Penny, I didn't ask Upstairs to yell at her for it, so why does it all get taken out on me?

Well, at least she's stopped shooting at me. I mean, I gave her that crossbow, she's not supposed to use it on me!

I wonder if it's time to run off to the Disc with Vemi again...

Oh, Eru. She's coming back. Excuse me while I hide under the console.

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Yes, yes, alright! [05 Apr 2004|11:49pm]
Following the recent craze sweeping HQ, Thanduril has forced me to make one of these journals. I don't know why I need it - actually, I don't know why he'd want me to have one. That mini is insane, I swear.

Anyway. Yes. Agent Dafydd, reporting for bandwagon-jumping duty.

I hope Selene doesn't catch me at this...
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