…or, Love Is All Around
Steff made a pass at me after the end of class, and seemed surprised and hurt when I declined his offer of going into the woods.
“Why not?” he asked me.
“Because you’re kind of an ass?”
“Yeah, but I’m a fuckable ass,” he said, with a big cheesy grin.
“Sorry, not interested,” I said.
“Okay,” he said, and turned around and went after the girl with the saber, who seemed to laugh off his advances.
I didn’t doubt he’d find somebody who’d bite. There were a lot of people like Missy who fetishized elves, and even more who just plain thought they were hot.
I enjoyed a cigarette on the walk back to Pelinor so I wouldn’t have to smoke around the girls on the way to dinner, or make them wait for me.
Marlot was in a much better mood that evening, and much better shape. I didn’t ask if she’d been to the healing center, but it was obvious that she had. She wasn’t leaning on her cane very much on the walk to the student union, and was even lifting it up to show off the tiny little bolts of force she could shoot out of its tip, sending rocks and acorns scooting away. They made more flash and bang than anything else, but Missy jumped and shrieked every time one went near her feet.
We were all feeling pretty good by the time we got up to the food court, and Marlot and I both decided to get ice cream instead of fries with our dinner, and then decided to splurge on extra fries on top of that.
“Oh my kosh, you’re going to get so fat,” Missy said when we sat down with our food. She was looking at my tray when she said this.
“That’s a risk I’m willing to take,” Marlot said.
Missy stared at her.
“Oh, um, I was actually talking to Jamie,” she said. She sighed. “I wish I could eat like that.”
“Who’s stopping you?” Marlot asked. “The food paladins?”
“I’ll buy you a sundae if you want one,” I told Missy.
I could tell by the look on her face she was really tempted, but she bit her lip and shook her head. She had a cute sad look on her face, like a kid who’d just been told that she couldn’t have a treat. Of course in this case, she was the one who’d told herself that.
Missy had a very expressive face, which seemed especially noticeable when she wore her hair up because there was nothing framing her face.
“Well, do you want half of mine?” I asked.
She weighed it over for a few seconds and then said, “Oh, okay. I guess that’s alright.”
“Okay,” I said. I picked the sundae cup off my tray and set it down by her food. “You can have this half, and I’ll go get the other half.”
I headed back up to the counter to order another sundae before she could get out any objection. If she really didn’t want to eat the whole serving, Marlot or I could finish it. I really hated to see somebody denying themselves something they wanted.
“That wasn’t fair,” Missy said when I came back. “I said okay to half.”
“You said okay to half of my ice cream,” I said. “And I bought two of them.”
“You have to be careful of elven trickery,” Marlot said. “Didn’t anybody tell you to be wary when the fair folk offer you food? You might end up with a donkey’s head, or a ten year slumber, or twice as much ice cream as you expected, or something horrible like that.”
“How do you get away with saying things like that?” Missy asked, staring at Marlot in horror.
“Like what?”
“‘Elven trickery’,” Missy said. “That’s terrible.”
“I clear it through the elven embassy in advance,” Marlot said.
“You’re the one who said elves are magical porn stars,” I reminded Missy.
“Yeah, but that’s a good thing,” Missy said. “Like saying elves have good eyesight and hearing.”
“Oh, so now they all have good eyesight and hearing,” Marlot said, rolling her eyes. “Really, Missy, you are such a cunt.”
Missy sat there with her mouth opening and closing, as if she couldn’t believe she’d just heard that. After a while, it seemed like she decided that she hadn’t, and she resumed eating her chicken sandwich like nothing had happened. Marlot, meanwhile, had gone right on eating her salad.
People who didn’t know Marlot might have thought she said things like this because she was hypocritical, or because she was looking for an excuse to be mean. The truth was, she said them because she was Marlot. She didn’t say ridiculously offensive things because they were offensive. She said them because they were ridiculous.
I’d given up trying to explain that to people long ago, when I’d realized that even her own family didn’t understand it. For that matter, maybe I didn’t understand it as well as I thought I did, but this was the theory I’d come up with.
“So, you guys got a bunch of homework, or do you want to go down to the game room?” Marlot asked after we’d eaten most of our food. Missy had finished the sundae, and given every appearance of enjoying it.
“Sure,” I said, balling up my burger wrapper. “Let me just grab some more fries so we’ve got something to munch on.”
The game room was more crowded than it had ever been. The dart boards were already in use, and so was the table, but the bowling lane was open. It was probably more fun for Missy, anyway. There hadn’t been anywhere to go bowling in Agora, so that was one game where Marlot and I didn’t have a huge advantage over her.
“She did not,” Missy said, when I described Callahan’s brutality towards the girl who wouldn’t say “good morning.”
“She did,” I said. “Remember Steff the half-elf?” I asked Marlot. “She gave him a black eye for being late.”
“Sounds like a charming class,” Marlot said.
“It seems like it’s going to be intense,” I said. “I’m looking forward to seeing how the rest of the semester goes. Assuming I don’t get my leg broken.”
“We spent the whole hour on safe handling in my W.P. class,” Missy said. “I can’t believe you guys are already fighting.”
“I think you can still switch classes if you want to,” I teased. “If you don’t like the pace of basic knife.”
She shook her head, looking scared at the idea.
“No thanks,” she said. “I’d probably hurt myself the first day, if the teacher didn’t hurt me first. She sounds like an absolute ogre.”
“Couldn’t be,” I said. “Too small.”
Marlot was all concentration when it was her turn to bowl. She had a whole ritual of leaning her staff up against the wall, squaring off her shoulders while she held the ball out in front of her, then taking tiny little steps up to the line and rolling it down the lane at about half speed.
Like everything else that she did, it was hard to tell how much of it was a put-on or joke that was funny only to her. She didn’t do much worse or better than any of us. The truth was, none of us were great bowlers.
“I wish they had different sized balls,” Missy complained. “These ones are too heavy.”
They were actually just about right for me, but I knew what she was complaining about. The single lane set-up included three balls of exactly the same size. Considering that they couldn’t be taken more than about ten feet from the alley, I didn’t see a point to having multiple balls if they weren’t going to do different weights. Other than that, it was a pretty sweet set-up. It had automatic scorekeeping, and self-righting pins that couldn’t be knocked over by anything but the ball or each other, as Marlot demonstrated with a force bolt.
We played through two games while people came and went around us. We actually all scored worse the second game than we did the first, but by that point we were getting a little goofy. Missy asked me to help her with her form, like I’d done when we played darts, and I did so, even though I didn’t know how to bowl any better than she did.
I was still getting used to how much warmth came off her body when we were in close together, compared to Iason or any of the other elven boys I’d known.
The second game also took longer than the first, because of the goofing around. We stopped halfway through it to get more fries and pops before the food court closed. Missy insisted that she didn’t want any, but she ate some of mine. Mostly ones that I’d just put one end of in my mouth.
By the time we decided to call it an evening and head back to the dorms, we were both a little wound up.
The basement of Pelinor Hall, as I’ve mentioned before, was off-center from the building proper. The stairwell in the middle of the other four floors was at the back of the basement. There was nothing but a solid foundation beneath a good portion of the building.
The downstairs lounge was completely empty when we went through it. The TV was off. As it was only the second night of the school year proper, I couldn’t have said if this was normal or not, but it seemed eerie. There were muffled thumps and voices coming from the ceiling back by the front desk, where the lounge for the first floor would have been.
“You hear that?” I asked.
“No,” Missy said.
“What aren’t I hearing?” Marlot asked me.
“I don’t know,” I said.
“Then I don’t know if I’m really not hearing it or not,” she said.
“I don’t hear anything,” Missy said.
“Well, I guess I don’t not hear as well as you do,” Marlot said. “Because I don’t know if I’m not hearing it or not. Maybe I shouldn’t have my ears cleaned out?”
“You are so weird,” Missy said.
The sound became a lot more clear when I opened the door to the stairwell. There were shouts and thumps coming from the floor above.
“Okay,” Missy said, looking upwards. The sound was coming from the lounge door on the first floor landing.
I should explain that the stairwell had three doors on each of the four residential floors. Two of these led out into adjoining boys’ and girls’ hallways, I guess so that you could get from your room to the stairs without crossing over into enemy territory. The landing was bigger than it would otherwise have needed to be, so that the boys’ door didn’t automatically smack people coming up the stairs when you opened it. The landing was L-shaped, with vending cupboards on the protruding walkway that lead to the lounge.
We headed cautiously up the stairs. Halfway up to the first floor, I could hear as much moaning as shouting.
“Sounds like a riot,” Missy said.
“More like an orgy,” Marlot said.
Missy gave her an “are you serious?” look.
“I’ve been hanging out in a tavern all my life,” Marlot said. “I think I know one from the other when I hear it.”
There hadn’t been anything near a riot in the tavern in our lifetime, and probably nothing closer to an orgy than a couple of patrons messing around out back.
“Go see what it is,” Missy said when we got up to the first floor, giving me a gentle push towards the lounge door.
“Okay,” I said.
“Don’t worry, partner,” Marlot said, leaning on the wall and sighting down her cane like it was a crossbow. “I’ve got you covered.”
I crept up to the door and peered through the tiny screened glass window.
“What is it?” Marlot asked.
“Shh, be quiet, he’s looking,” Missy said.
“Well, if he closes one eye I’m sure he’ll be able to listen with one ear at the same time.”
I held up a hand behind myself to quiet them so I could work out just what it was I was looking at.
My first thought was that my concerns about freaking out my male dormmates were badly misplaced, because it really looked like there was a massive gay gangbang in the lounge. There was a mass of naked or nearly naked guys all piling together and no girls in sight.
There were hard cocks everywhere, and some really good looking asses. Okay, some of the guys were a little pudgy and there was more hair than I liked to see, but I couldn’t remember a time I’d ever gotten harder, faster. I’ve had dreams that looked a bit like the scene in front of me, but nothing in my experience had ever matched up to it.
Then the sea of boys parted a little and I caught a glimpse of golden blonde hair. Learning how to tell elves apart, you learn to pay attention to subtle distinctions in the shades of blonde. This was a distinct shade, but not at all a subtle one. I knew right away that I wasn’t looking at a bunch of gay guys but one or both of the grain nymphs doing her nymphly function.
Suddenly it made sense to me why the guys on the edge of the mass were standing there, stroking their dicks or just looking frustrated instead of grabbing the asses that were right in front of them.
The scene was a lot less appetizing once I knew I wasn’t looking at an all-you-can-eat buffet but a bunch of people double-dipping from a tiny container of sauce.
“What is it?” Missy asked. She’d retreated to the corner between the two doors, as far away from the lounge as she could be without actually leaving the landing. Marlot had stayed exactly where she was.
“You were right,” I said to Marlot. “Orgy.”
“You don’t say,” Marlot said. Her eyes rolled down, to what was probably the very conspicuous tenting I had going on.
“It is not,” Missy said, scandalized by the suggestion. The expression on her face turned hopeful. “It isn’t all boys, is it?”
“Probably all girls,” Marlot said. “College girls are all bisexual.”
“Stop saying that,” Missy said. “I’m not.”
“Really? Are you sure you go here?” Marlot asked.
“It’s boys and nymphs,” I said.
“Oh, are you sure they’re not mermaids?” Marlot teased.
“They’re just having sex in the lounge?” Missy asked.
“It doesn’t sound like there’s any ‘just’ about it,” Marlot said.
“I can’t believe they can get away with that,” Missy said. “What if somebody else needs to use the lounge?”
“I think it falls under ‘religious freedom’,” I said as we started back up the stairs.
“That sounds sketchy to me,” Missy said. “I don’t think any other religions are allowed to turn a lounge into a brothel.”
“They might if they had the same kind of treaty the Khaeleans have with the Imperium,” Marlot said. “It guarantees some pretty strict protections and rights for nymphs.”
“Yeah? If it’s a treaty, what does the Imperium get out of it?” Missy asked.
“Three seasons a year that aren’t winter,” Marlot said.
“That seems like a rip-off.”
“I agree,” Marlot said. “I would have held out for four.”
“I just don’t see why we have to bend over backwards for a bunch of hick spirits just because their mom can control the weather,” Missy said.
“I think they actually do most of the bending over themselves,” Marlot said. “Anyway, you might want to try riding a satyr or two before you complain about the concept.”
“No thanks,” Missy said. “Too much hair.”
“The hair makes it easier to stay on without slipping,” Marlot said.
“You are so gross sometimes,” Missy said. She looked at me for support. “Can’t you make her stop?”
“Sorry,” I said. “Marlot’s Marlot. There’s no sense fighting that.”
I expected Missy to keep grumbling, but her demeanor changed when we reached our floor and left the sounds of heathenistic fun in the stairwell.
“So, are you ready to go back to your room?” Missy asked, wrapping her hand around mine. For no logical reason, I kept expecting her hand to be cold. It was smaller than mine, but softer and plumper. That shouldn’t have signaled “cold” to my brain, because Marlot was the same way and I knew she didn’t have cold hands.
It was probably her complexion. Her skin was so clear it reminded me of snow, or of elves. Humans ran hotter than elves. That was among the reasons some elves found sex with humans enticing, if they weren’t hung up on all the sweating.
“Yeah, sure,” I said. “We can watch TV or something. You coming, Mar?” I asked, noticing that Marlot was headed back to her own room.
Despite the flirtatious food-sharing and body contact, despite the raging hard-on that had made walking up two stories such an interesting experience, I hadn’t caught on to what Missy meant until I saw the look of mortification on her face when she realized I’d misunderstood.
“In your dreams, elf boy,” Marlot said. “I’m not that bisexual, yet.”
“Um, do you really want to?” Missy said to me. “I don’t want to push you.”
“Yeah,” I said. “I do. Sorry. I just, well, I’m more used to just hanging out with girls than anything else.”
I gave an apologetic glance at Marlot, but she didn’t seem concerned at being left on her own.
“Go, partake of the fun,” Marlot said, giving me a pat on the ass. “I’ll live.”
wow first?
OOK!
OOk! The ookage is back!
Somehow, I’m not surprised about Steff hitting on Jamie. But I imagine Jamie is going to have a lot of fun getting to know a few of the ToMu-centric characters.
Oook! First time, just because it’s good to have it back
(and only three comments when I saw it!)
“Really Are you sure you go here?”
I think there should be a period after “really” or “are” shouldn’t be capitalized.
“In your dreams, elf boy,” Marlot said. “I’m not that bisexual, yet.”
“Um, do you really want to?” Missy said to me. “I don’t want to push you.”
Needs an extra return?
Two in the top ten?
amazing<3
I have to say I have been looking forward to this update for nearly a week now, but very much worth it. Next update should be very interesting to see how Jamie takes to some girl fun.
Yea! It’s back!!! I missed Jamie and his friends.
Arf!
Seems James really is into boys a lot more than girls. How does including a nymph make it *less* appealing? Oh well.
I don’t think we’ll be seeing sex next chapter
LOL at Steff for being an ass and then surprised that dosen’t “do it” for Jamie. Great to see the interactions and descriptions and seeing the nymphs(Ooohhh! I bet we’ll get to find out what’s happend to Barley in nuMU before it ever gets mentioned again in truMU). And I don’t care what anyone says, I love Marlot! Marlot is teh awesome! Marlot has the gift to simultaniously tell someone off while doing worse right in front of them. She has hutzpah.
And oh, have I already got Jamie pinged. He is all scha-wing at the sight of what looks like an all-boy orgy but bleh when he realises there is fish in that meat mash-up. And soOoOo clueless about Missy’s many frequent hints. You know, she’s so very girlyish and jumps and squees like an animie character, I really have to think it’s an act(or I hope it is… please tell me girls that age and type aren’t really as dim and useless as they act… please?) and she might score better with Jamie if she got all agressive and butch with him. Iason should tell her he likes that.
AE so glad you are back and hope you had a good break.
Ook!
OOOK!
…that’s my first time saying that, and i feel that this update deserves it. I doubt that they’re actually gonna do it, but here’s hoping!
Hmm, seems like Jamie hasn’t figured out Callahan’s lineage yet.
And Missy’s intolerance towards non-human-or-elven people is once again getting really irritating. She needs to learn the same lesson Mack had to go through about her reaction to the Arkhanites. (Mack’s still doing it, but she’s aware of it and trying to change. Missy clearly isn’t.)
@Heph (12) : It’s not the nymph part as much as the , I think.
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Whoops, the URL-picker-upper ate half my post.. heart more μ is what I meant to say
Yes, Missy’s bigotry is becoming more apparent and appears less just based on ignorance.
But I’m glad it’s back! MOOK!
walk back *to* pelinor
Marlot makes me miss a friend of mine. But I think they’d both disagree with Jaime…sure, they know it’s ridiculous, and that may be why they say it…but it’s funny because it’s offensive.
Also, I hurt myself laughing at the buffet vs. sharing one tiny sauce container line.
“We played through two games while people came and went around us. We actually all scored worse the second game than we did the first, but by that point we were getting a little goofy.”
“The second game also took longer than the first, because we were goofing around more.”
I think there’s a repetition there, not sure if it’s intentional.
Glad to see you back.
I’m starting to dislike Missy. But then, I guess she’s “The Norm” for this story. And The Norm doesn’t usually like deviancy.
Huh. Turns out Marlot can be amusing when she’s not being a raging cunt.
““You have to be careful of elven trickery,” Marlot said. “Didn’t anybody tell you to be wary when the fair folk offer you food? You might end up with a donkey’s head, or a ten year slumber, or twice as much ice cream as you expected, or something horrible like that.”
Nice.
“People who didn’t know Marlot might have thought she said things like this because she was hypocritical, or because she was looking for an excuse to be mean. The truth was, she said them because she was Marlot. She didn’t say ridiculously offensive things because they were offensive. She said them because they were ridiculous.”
I actually totally get that, my sense of humor ran the same way as a youth. And I got into a fair bit of trouble with people who didn’t understand that. They’d be all mortified and I’d be like “You can’t POSSIBLY have taken me SERIOUSLY when I offered to eat your baby to make her stop crying, I mean COME ON…”
““Yeah? If it’s a treaty, what does the Imperium get out of it?” Missy asked.
“Three seasons a year that aren’t winter,” Marlot said.
“That seems like a rip-off.”
“I agree,” Marlot said. “I would have held out for four.””
Amen, sister. Amen.
Great Chapter! Welcome back! ^_^
Elven trickery
Often involves offered food—
Never on sundae?
It’s a real riot
When Barley and Amaranth
Sow their wild oats
Wheat-germ theory—
Infectious sex results in
A swollen nymph lode
Ahhh. That feels better. Was starting to have MU withdrawals.
Love Marlot she gets all the best lines.
I’m liking Marlot more and more, though I still think she’s something of an attention whore. She’s like me, though: completely random for the sake of being random.
As for Missy, well…I just hope she runs into Steff and then has Jamie and Marlot tell her afterwards that she was in the wrong. I think that’s what she needs, a good swift kick in the arse.
Arf….
Welcome back Lexy, we did miss you so!
I do have to wonder though if Missy isn’t entirely human, the repeated references to how much heat she puts off is sticking in my mind as being important down the road.
yay!! its back!! ive been in withdrawal!
@ DaManRando
Actually, I think the reason she puts off so much heat, in Jamie’s mind, is precisely because she’s fully human. He’s comparing it to what he knows already- elves, who apparently give off very little heat- and is surprised by it because he’s not used to being so… ah… close… to a non-elf. I think it will continually surprise him, especially if they have sex. I mean, that’s already practically the warmest part of a girl’s body even without stimulation, and if he finds that the rest of her gives off a lot of heat, what’s he gonna think of THAT?
So Missy’s fine with a group of guys having it off in a group, but guys and grain nymphs shouldn’t be allowed? Can’t really have it both ways, Missy.
(That said, she didn’t openly state that she’d be fine with only guys doing it in the lounge… but her hopefulness at asking if they were all guys says otherwise)
Marlot’s sense of humour is great here too. =)
@ 19 HC
No repetition – there’s two differenct ideas there.
Para 1: In our second game we played worse than in the first..
Para 2: Our second game took longer than the first.
In Missys fairness you know, I think I’d be anoyed if there was an orgy going on in the shared lounge.
“The scene was a lot less appetizing once I knew I wasn’t looking at an all-you-can-eat buffet but a bunch of people double-dipping from a tiny container of sauce.”
I don’t know if this has already been addressed, but I noticed some people are pinning Jamie as gay instead of bi and I think it has to do with this line. Wile i also think there’s not gonna be much in the way of sex next chapter (ad that it is going to be AWKWARD), the above section is not why I think so. I think the Jamie was repulsed because there wasn’t “equality” in the situation–it was a bunch f guys and one girl, and he doesn’t know a heck of a lot about the versatility of nymphs. i mean, i love many of the sex scenes in MU, but the idea of a bunch of guys and one girl is unappealing to me too.
i think AE will probably surprise me though, and Jamie really will be bi, or will love the ladies too. we’ll see. I’ll bet Missy doesn’t get off though, which makes me feel sorry for her. That oughta be a let down. Maybe Iason can help her out. (i tend to think he’d be up for a threesome…at least, in a curiosity sense.
‘K, see I used to be Merlot. So as I find myself liking her less and less, I think I can start to see what about me drove others mad. Or they were just idiot asses.
I, too, am really liking Marlot. She’s practically a female clone of my boyfriend. The main reason why people simply don’t get this sort of humor is that they’re either -way- too serious, or it’s online and the sarcasm/irony doesn’t carry over well.
“My first thought is that my concerns about freaking out my male dormmates were badly misplaced, because it really looked like there was a massive gay gangbang in the lounge.”
Since he’s relating the story from what appears to be past tense, should that “is” be a “was?”
I only noticed that because the rest of the line made me giggle tremendously. While sipping a Frappuchino. Someone owes my school’s computer lab a new keyboard. >.>
Also, please please let Missy get a tongue ring at some point in the near future. I really want her to be dead soon.
To agree with 31: being turned off by a gang-bang when you were turned on by the thought of an orgy does not make you gay. It just means that they went from kink to not-his-kink.
The more we get to know Marlot the more I think I could get along with her. One of my favorite jokes would be considered racist by many, but is so over the top about it that I consider it a joke about racism. See Boondock Saints for the joke. Some friends of mine had a competition going once to see who could come up with the absolutely most tasteless joke. Marlot seems like she would have enjoyed that contest. I won’t repeat any of those jokes here, because none of them are fit for public consumption.
You know I’m going to play devils advocate here for Missy. Imagine you returned home to your dorms to discover an orgy going on in the living room. Remove the fact it’s two Nymphs and just have it two women taking part in an orgy with most of the men in the dorms.
Would you be too happy with it? Apart from the issue of public decency, and not having your freedoms interferring with mine not to have an orgy happening in public areas. It’s going to be messy, that Lounge is out of order for a while yet, until at the very least the cleaners come along, because you know none of those lads are going to bother.
(Would you want to sit in that lounge after that until it had been throughly cleaned up…?) Sure she was initially excited by the prospect of it all being men. So what, thats not exactly a strike against her, she liked the idea in her head, her actual initial reaction was shock.
@ Mon (#34) : you said “Also, please please let Missy get a tongue ring at some point in the near future. I really want her to be dead soon.”
Wow. That seems extreme. Not to mention non sequiturial.
can someone tell me why tales of MU is down for some reason?
@37 (The Other Dave):
From Tales of MU Chapter 181, when the delving party is discussing previous casualties of the dungeon:
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“He was in our class,” Justin said. “He was our brother. And there was the girl with the… with the tongue ring thing?”
“Oh, yeah, Misty,” Lacey said. “Or Mercy. Something. I liked her. Didn’t she make it?”
“She was eaten by a snake,” Justin said.
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Sorry for the confusion! I should have been more clear about the reference. And as for being extreme…well, she’s annoying, pointless, and who NEEDS another racist around, anyway?
Missy’s a Freshman in Basic Knife right? Doesn’t seem likely.
@ Mon:
Wrong. Unless you believe that a girl who died the previous school year during an advanced delving assignment is now a first-time freshman and alive and well…?
I guess you didn’t have five or six people in any of your educational courses with the same name? I was one of six Elizabeths at one point.
@41 Pope Lizbet: Or, like me, he could have not realized that the girl the delvers were talking about died last year. And, like me, he could require a reference to be entirely sure that that is the case.
Sigh. Guess it’s time to go all “author’s intent” again. First, the excerpt… people keep quoting the “Misty or Mercy or whatever” part without looking at the context.
Okay, nowhere in here does it say that “Misty or whatever” died last year, but the first bolded part makes it clear that they are talking about deaths from the previous year. The second bolded quote shows that Freshmen made up a small fraction of the deaths, perhaps suggesting that they’re shielded from dangerous situations to a greater extent. The third part is where “Misty Or Whatever” is introduced, in the context of them trying to remember somebody among the casualties that they remembered. The fourth introduces doubt as to whether or not “Misty Or Whatever” actually died. Does any of this… the confusion over her name and the circumstances… sound like something that just happened in the last week or so?
Furthermore, they’re talking about a girl with a tongue ring who was evidently in a delving class. Now, I don’t think I’ve given you Missy’s exact schedule, but as somebody else noted, she’s in Basic Knife. She’s perfectly happy with hours of safety drills before being allowed to handle a blade and would prefer to be allowed to leave it at home.
Now, you could say “Well, maybe she got eaten by a snake walking around campus because she didn’t have her knife, then.”, but they aren’t talking about students who died on campus being stupid. They’re talking about fellow delvers. (I could expand the excerpt a couple paragraphs up and it would be explicit, if somebody wants to say it isn’t.)
Sheesh. I’m not playing a coy writer game with the misremembered name. If you read the chapter, the whole point of that section is they really don’t know anybody who died, personally. They haven’t actually lost any friends to the dungeons, even though that is Justin’s excuse for behaving like a pompous dickweed.
I hate to jump in an end a line of speculation or debate, but really this is the same thing that was going on with Steff on the other story: people don’t like a character, they rewrite the story to support stuff that suits their vision better. Okay, fine, I know that’s going to happen anyway. But when you put it on the official comment boards, people who can’t be bothered to go back and re-read will go “Really? Oh, I do kind of remember that.” and before long the “revised” version is being repeated as fact.
Missy is not in a delving class this year. She certainly wasn’t in one last year.
@ CMS:
Beaten to it by AE.
@43 AE: Thank you. As you said, when I see these revised versions I tend to think “Really? Oh, I do kind of remember that.” instead of looking up the chapter for myself. I should probably correct that in the future.
@About fanon/fan-revisionism: That’s the reason I’m trying to actually mention which chapters I read statements from when speculating on things, so people can see what material I’m basing the speculation on.