JaimeBlue's Anthem
This is a song I wrote as my own anthem. It is based on "The Lumberjack Song" by Monty Python.
Did I Shave My Face For This
One of my favourite songs is "Did I Shave My Legs For This" by Deanna Carter. This is the
result of my wondering how it could be applied to Joxer.
On Olympus...
Growing up, I learnt many silly songs from my family and from camp. This is a Herc/Xenaverse version of my all-time favourite, "They say that in the army..."
Xenaverse Things
This is just a silly little filk based on the song "My Favourite Things" from The Sound of Music.
A Joxer Nights Special
Once upon a Joxer Night, I was encouraged to tell a story for all who were there...
A Drabble
A lot of people don't like one liners, so what do you do when all you have to say is "me too?"
Iphy in only 55
My response to the 55 word challenge in Ksmithares.
A Life Less Ordinary
My friend, Bigbucks from Joxerotica, once issued me a challenge which I started to answer, yet she grew impatient at the time it took me to put out parts of the story. She wrote a little piece
for Joxerotica, so I responded.
A Footnote to Scorpio's Keeping Promises
After reading Keeping Promises by Scorpio, some of us wondered what had happened to the
triplets' father after he died, and this is my response.
Adventures in Muse Hunting: Part 3
Joey's muse is missing and her Dad, Strife, is looking for it. Unfortunately, he came to see me at work...
Adventures in Muse Hunting: Part 15
Strife found Joey's muse, and now he decided to come and reward me.
Once, I was just a lonely lurker on the net. But eventually, that wasn't enough. I... I wanted to be...
A JOXERPHILE!
Surfing from site to site! As they link down the mighty waves of the Internet!
With my best girls by my side!
SUJE!
JFFG!
Joxerotica!
GJRS!
TedTalk and SUJE-Adult!
We'd sing! Sing! Sing!
Oh, I'm a Joxerphile and I'm okay,
I surf all night and I write all day.
(She's a Joxerphile and she's okay,
She surfs all night and she writes all day.)
I read some slash, I read some gen,
I stop when I have to pee.
On Sundays I'm a postin
A SUJE News done by me!
(She reads some slash, she reads some gen,
She stops when she has to pee.
On Sundays she's a postin
A SUJE News done by she!)
Oh, I'm a Joxerphile and I'm okay,
I surf all night and I write all day.
(She's a Joxerphile and she's okay,
She surfs all night and she writes all day.)
I post on lists, I write some fic
About that man of ours
Who'd be perfect if only
He could go on for hours.
(She posts on lists, she writes some fic
About that man of ours
Who'd be perfect if only
He could go on for... hours???)
Oh, I'm a Joxerphile and I'm okay,
I surf all night and I write all day.
(She's a Joxerphile and she's okay,
She surfs all night and she writes all day.)
I write slash fic, I pair Jox up
With lots and lots of men
Auto, Herc, and Caesar,
Or maybe a God or ten.
(She writes slash fic, she pairs Jox up
With lots and lots of... men???
What's this? She put him with Herc? Oh my!
And I thought she was so innocent! Slasher!)
Oh, I'm a Joxerphile and I'm okay,
I surf all night and I write all day.
(She's a Joxerphile and she's okay,
She surfs all night and she writes all day.)
She's a Joxerphile, and she's okaaaaaaayyyyy!!!
Fresh fish and wine are what I thought I would find
When I came to join you tonight
And now here I stand with my sword in my hand
Cause yet one more God wants to fight
I bought this new shield, cleaned my nails
Pounded my armour just right
I thought this new vest was a sure bet
For romance tonight
Well I guess I can see between Xena and Eve
I won't get so much as a kiss
And as I lay on the floor I look around to be sure
Did I shave my face for this
Now when we first met, I held a knife to your neck
But I couldn't do what I was asked
Now I love you so much but the only touch
You give me lands me on my ass
I bought this new shield, cleaned my nails
Pounded my armour just right
I thought this new vest was a sure bet
For romance tonight
Well I guess I can see between Xena and Eve
I won't get so much as a kiss
And as I lay on the floor I look around to be sure
Did I shave my face for this
Darling, did I shave my face for this!
On Olympus...
They say that on Olympus, the Gods are very fine
You stare too much at Ares and Dite starts to whine
Oh I don't want more of this godly life
Gee ma I wanna go, back to Herc and Io
Gee ma I wanna go ho-o-ome!
They say that on Olympus, the Goddesses are great
Hestia keeps you warm while Dite's finding you a mate
Oh I don't want more of this godly life
Gee ma I wanna go, back to Herc and Io
Gee ma I wanna go ho-o-ome!
They say that on Olympus, the temples are so clean
At least until Strife comes along to write all things obscene
Oh I don't want more of this godly life
Gee ma I wanna go, back to Herc and Io
Gee ma I wanna go ho-o-ome!
They say that on Olympus, the parties are a blast
When Dionysus pours the wine, you're out of it real fast
Oh I don't want more of this godly life
Gee ma I wanna go, back to Herc and Io
Gee ma I wanna go ho-o-ome!
They say that on Olympus, the food is really fine
It looks just like ambrosia but tastes just like brine
Oh I don't want more of this godly life
Gee ma I wanna go, back to Herc and Io
Gee ma I wanna go ho-o-ome!
They say that on Olympus, the demi-Gods are fine
While Hercules saves a town, Xena's saving nine
Oh I don't want more of this godly life
Gee ma I wanna go, back to Herc and Io
Gee ma I wanna go ho-o-ome!
They say that on Olympus, the sidekicks are all blond
They're never morning people and are often dead by dawn
Oh I don't want more of this godly life
Gee ma I wanna go, back to Herc and Io
Gee ma I wanna go ho-o-ome!
They say that on Olympus, the mortals are all wrong
Auto's stealing statues as Joxer sings his song
Oh I don't want more of this godly life
Gee ma I wanna go, back to Herc and Io
Gee ma I wanna go ho-o-ome!
They say that on Olympus, the King and Queen are fine
Hera tends the peacocks while Zeus sleeps with the swine
Oh I don't want more of this godly life
Gee ma I wanna go, back to Herc and Io
Gee ma I wanna go ho-o-ome!
Joxer's strange helmet
And Xena's black leathers
Gabby's BGSB
Cupid's white feathers
Auto and Jett walking round like they're kings
These are a few of my favourite things
Ares' hot temper
And Herc's little buddy
Dite's pink outfits
All covered and muddy
Magical scrolls and Corinthian Kings
These are a few of my favourite things
When the Gods strike
When I'm seasick
When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember these Xenaverse Things
And then I don't feel so bad
A Joxer Nights Special
JaimeBlue: Once upon a time, in a land across the Atlantic called Greece, there was a boy named Joxer
JaimeBlue: Joxer was not the smartest of boys, and he wasn't the most skilled...
JaimeBlue: yet he was still very special
JaimeBlue: He had been gifted by the Gods...
JaimeBlue: He had the ability to pick up any instrument and play a song so beautiful, even the most fierce of warriors would cry
JaimeBlue: Now while Joxer's mother wanted to nurture this amazing gift, his father felt it was an insult to the family
JaimeBlue: Every time Joxer's father would catch him with an instrument in his hand, he would destroy it
JaimeBlue: After a while, Joxer gave up trying to play his instruments. However, he never did give up the dream of someday being as happy as he was when he played
JaimeBlue: At his father's insistence, he tried with all his heart to be the warrior the man longed for so much, but his heart was not in the effort
JaimeBlue: Finally, when he'd reached the age of 18, Joxer said goodbye to his parents and left with a set of piece-meal armour he'd collected from scraps in the backyard
JaimeBlue: He spent many years trying to make a name for himself, yet every one of his efforts was doomed to failure before he'd begun
JaimeBlue: Eventually, he met up with two lovely women, a warrior and a bard... however, that's another story
JaimeBlue: the story I wish to tell happened shortly before his meeting with the women
JaimeBlue: One day, after yet another heart-breaking failure, Joxer wandered into a temple to one of Olympus' Gods
JaimeBlue: It wasn't until he'd sat on a step near the altar that he realized which God's temple he'd found himself in
JaimeBlue: He looked around and admired the tapestries depicting some of the most beautiful sunrises and sunsets he'd ever seen...
JaimeBlue: And on the altar lay a collection of expertly crafted instruments
JaimeBlue: Only Apollo's temple could contain such treasures, he thought.
JaimeBlue: Joxer reached up onto the altar and took down one of the many lutes that lay there. Plucking a few strings, he felt a rush he hadn't felt since he was a youth
JaimeBlue: once his fingers were once again used to the thin strings, he felt his fingers draw a song from the instrument
JaimeBlue: unconsciously, he played a song so beautiful it called the attention of the Olympian Gods themselves, particularly the God of Music himself
JaimeBlue: Apollo had been in yet another of his father's boring meetings when he heard the sweet music that poured from one of his temples
JaimeBlue: He made up an excuse to leave, which was easy since he was one of his father's favourite children, and left to find out what mortal could produce sounds such as he'd heard
JaimeBlue: He appeared silently in the temple in time to heard the last strains from the lute in Joxer's hands
JaimeBlue: "That was beautiful," he said to the wannabe warrior.
JaimeBlue: Joxer jumped at the new voice and turned, barely keeping hold of the lute in his hands
JaimeBlue: "A-a-a-a-a-apollo! Umm, I was, umm, I mean, I..." He sputtered and stammered, yet could barely get any words past his trembling lips
JaimeBlue: Apollo held up a hand to the stuttering man. "What is your name, mortal?"
JaimeBlue: "M-m-my name? J-joxer, Lord Apollo."
JaimeBlue: Apollo smiled at the man, his lack of ill will enough to calm down Joxer's racing heart.
JaimeBlue: "Where did you learn to play so beautifully?" Apollo asked
JaimeBlue: "I didn't, Lord. I simply hold the instrument, and my fingers seem to play by themselves."
JaimeBlue: Apollo's eyes widened. He'd never heard of such a phenomenon. This was rare, and he didn't want to risk alienating such a talented individual
JaimeBlue: "Joxer, I would like to hear more. Could you play for me?"
JaimeBlue: "Me, Lord? I'm not bad, but I'm not good enough for a God's ears."
JaimeBlue: "Do you really want to disobey and order from a God, Joxer?"
JaimeBlue: Joxer thought a moment, then nodded. He pulled the instrument into his arms and began playing...
JaimeBlue: Apollo closed his eyes as the notes swept over him in waves
JaimeBlue: Once Joxer finished, Apollo smiled at him again. "Joxer, I would like you to serve in one of my temples."
JaimeBlue: "Me, Lord? No, I'm not good enough to serve you."
JaimeBlue: "Joxer, if I say you're good enough, then you're good enough. Is there any reason why you won't come into my service?"
JaimeBlue: Joxer took several moments, thinking of every possible reason why he should and shouldn't enter the service of the God of Music
JaimeBlue: Finally, he spoke to the God before him.
JaimeBlue: "Lord, I have spent many years trying to be a warrior. It has been my main goal for most of my life. No matter what the reason, I cannot give up on that dream."
JaimeBlue: "Are you insane? You have no skills! You're more likely to get yourself killed. I'm offering you a life of luxury and respect in my service, and you dare turn down my generous offer?"
JaimeBlue: Joxe nodded. "As I said, I've worked too long to give up now."
JaimeBlue: His face now a mask of anger, Apollo flashed out of the temple.
JaimeBlue: With one last longing look at the lute in his hands, Joxer replaced it on the altar. He walked out of the temple, never looking back...
JaimeBlue: He'd heard that the Warrior Princess was travelling nearby, and he hoped desperately she needed yet another warrior for her army...
JaimeBlue: Walking out of the small village, he walked on towards his destiny
JaimeBlue: The End.
There the God stood. Waiting.
"You."
"Yes, it is I, Joxer. And you have finally found your way to me."
"No!" Joxer screamed. "I don't want to die!"
As the God approached the petrified mortal, Joxer's shivering grew worse. Suddenly, the God reached out a hand to capture Joxer's head, pulling it close so that the two beings were nose to nose.
"Oh, you may die, just not the way you think."
The God captured Joxer's lips in a searing kiss, then paused, allowing the frail mortal to breathe.
"Oh, Hades."
"That's it. Say my name again, mortal."
"Oh, Hades!"
Iphy in only 55
Iphicles looked up from his personal scroll and out the window. He saw the familiar figure walk up the way to the palace and smiled.
His mind filled with memories as his heart raced. Hard cocks, sweat-soaked skin, and loving whispers between hearfelt giggles.
Apparently, Xena and Gabby had let Joxer out to play.
Once upon a time, there was a young lady named Jaime who loved reading slash fiction. One day, she discovered she'd read all there was to read on the various websites dedicated to slashing her favourite character: one wannabe warrior. Upon this discovery, she took three courses of action: she joined the mailing list of her favourite archive to receive any stories the moment they arrived, she tried her hand at writing such stories for the first time, and she created for herself an online persona -- JaimeBlue.
She came up with a story idea and posted the story bit-by-bit as she wrote it. The listsibs gave tremendous feedback, causing her to ask "Please Forgive Me for becoming addicted to this thing called feedback!"
The response she received only served to inspire her. She began writing more and more, from interesting stories with new and unusual pairings to perverted parodies of her favourite fairy tales. However, as each story was finished, receiving much praise, she worried that one day she would disappoint those who enjoyed her work. She, more than anyone else, knew her muses were finicky and that she must write as much as possible when they whispered to her before they eventually would choose to ignore her, as they always did eventually.
One day, shortly after celebrating her country's birthday, she received a great shock: a friend of hers had passed on to the next realm of existence at a very young age. It took some time for her muses to speak again, and when they did, they took their sweet time in doing so.
This event also made her come to many realizations, the most important of which was that life is shorter than one may imagine. She decided that, when she felt it necessary, she would take life by the horns and live it to its fullest, trying to make the world better bit-by-bit as much as she could.
By strange coincidence, this happened to be the same time she discovered a division among the ranks of those who, like herself, adored her favourite wannabe warrior. With her newfound view of the world, her Taurean stubbornness, and a genetic predisposition to work for justice and all that was right (her father was a Union leader), she began a minor crusade to repair the division.
However, this minor crusade and many activities that sprung from it began taking up much of her time, as well as her heart and soul. When the muses finally spoke to her again, they had new muses to battle -- those muses that inspired her in her minor crusade.
This battle was very serious and has never finished. Sometimes the crusading muses would win, instigating JaimeBlue to such actions such as putting out a call to write strange articles, or organizing unusual events in an online Palace. And sometimes the other muse, fondly referred to as Rimmi, would win, inspiring her to begin many works of fiction. However, Rimmi's hold was loose and often only a few pages would be written until the other muses would take hold.
The battle of the muses continues, with minor victories to both sides. Sometimes JaimeBlue would be able to add on a few pages, or even just a few paragraphs, to a piece of fiction before she must rush off to manage yet another feat of insanity.
The moral of this tale, dear people, is that if one wants to see what JaimeBlue's quill will produce, one must be patient for within her lies a battle that she fears will never end. If the battle were to end, one side must lose, meaning either there will be no one to control the raging passions of SUJErs and others on Joxer Nights, or that no one will ever get to find out who Zio is and what role Autolycus plays in the Alternate Universe.
The End... for now.
The man was pacing back and forth. "Damn it! Why did I have to dies so soon. My estate's gonna go to Tartarus in a handbasket. Look who's left to take care of it. Jett's gone too much of the time, Joxer's an idiot, and that other son of mine! The little pansy-ass will probably make everything pink or something, making himself mistress while his latest plaything gets to use my place to his leisure..."
"Oh, will you shut up!"
He looked over to where a very large man was storming towards him.
"What's up your ass?"
"Nothing. But when I'm done with you, you'll have something up yours."
"What are... Ooof!"
The giant grabbed the man and threw him to the ground, tearing his clothing off piece by piece.
"Now this is MY part of Tartarus, and nobody does nothin unless I say so. From now on, you're Bubbus' bitch!"
Adventures in Muse Hunting: Part 3
He began rubbing his hands together. "Oh, I could get some real fun out of this trip... Wait a minute, the muse. Right, I promised to find the muse. That first, work later."
He began searching row upon row of cubicles until he came across one with a sign that said "Jamie Adams". He knocked at the door, and the woman inside turned from her computer, looking quite guilty. She had chin-length wavy brown hair, and her blue dress was almost the same shade as her eyes.
"Umm, yes? Can I help you?"
"Only if you're JaimeBlue."
"Shhh!" She grabbed the front of his top and pulled him into the cubicle. "Don't say that out loud. This is a government office. No one knows about JaimeBlue here."
"Okay, okay, just lay off the threads." She let go of him and he readjusted his clothes. "I wasn't sure if it was you, since it's spelt kind of different on the sign here."
"Well, no one's ever been able to spell my name right. So, what do you want? And who are you? You do look kind of familiar..."
"I'm Strife, God of Mischief, at your service," he leered.
"Strife. THE Strife. YOU!!!" She definitely did not sound happy to see him. "Have I got a bone to pick with you!"
Strife briefly went through his mental list of everything he'd ever done, and all of a sudden he remembered her name. Oh no.
"Umm, I can explain..."
"You can explain, now can you? If you weren't a God I'd kick your ass so hard..."
"Whoah there! Hey, I had my orders. And anyway, I'm scheduled to come back to help you get your revenge in a few years, so you'd better be nice to me."
The anger seemed to retreat from her features. "Okay."
"Now about your other question, do you remember Joey?"
"From the lists? Sure I remember her!"
"Well, she's kinda lost track of her muse. I was wondering if I could speak to yours to find out if they knew where it was."
"Hmm," she leaned her chin on her hand and thought. "I've got three main muses, and two of them have been abducted by the third."
"What?" Strife had never heard of such a thing.
"It's true, though I suspect Pasha went willingly."
"I'm a little confused here."
"Oh, sorry. Okay, I have three main muses. Pasha is my Musical Muse. He is my main inspiration for all the songs I write. And he's sooo handsome, dirty blond hair, blue eyes, body to die for... Understandably, he looks just like Pavel Bure, the hockey player." Strife nodded and smiled. He knew the man well and had played much havoc in his life. He just loved Russians.
"Then there's the dwarf. He doesn't really have a name, but he's my Red Dwarf muse. He's got this wonderfully strange affection for Rimmer.
"Finally, there's Rimmi. Now, Rimmi's the one that's kidnapped Pasha and the dwarf. Pasha's been sleeping ever since Pavel Bure announced his engagement, so that's why I think he went willingly, but the dwarf was simply overpowered by Rimmi. Rimmi is really scary."
"How come?"
"Well, first of all, he commands two fandoms. Secondly, he NEVER SHUTS UP!!!"
All of a sudden, a being appeared next to Jaime and leaning on her desk. "Aww, come on Jaime. I'm not that bad."
Strife had to admit, he was impressed. The man was wearing a dark blue jumpsuit, glasses, and a pasta-strainer hat. Furthermore, he looked just like Joxer.
"Rimmi, how many works in progress do you have me writing?"
"Let's see, 4 or 5 I think, maybe more. But you can handle it!"
"But Rimmi..."
"Jaime! I've got it! Okay, I just figured out how to keep Virgil alive..."
"Rimmi!"
"Okay, you don't want to think of that one. How about the next story in the Iphicles saga. I've been trying to get you to write it forever..."
"Rimmi!"
"Oh, and you've really got to get going on some more seaQuest stories. You've only got one on your site and, judging by the stats, the people are restless."
"Rimmi! Will you please shut up and let me get a word in edgewise!" The muse dropped his head, looking like a sick puppy. "See what I mean, Strife? He just never shuts up. Whether I'm at home, at work, on the bus, trying to get some sleep -- he never leaves me alone. No wonder I've written a novel's worth in about two months."
Strife looked at the muse and reached out a hand to lift it's face so that it was looking at him. "So, you've taken to kidnapping muses, eh?"
"Who, moi?" Rimmi put on his best look of innocence.
"Yes. Now, where's Joey's muse?"
"I don't have any idea."
Strife didn't believe him. He snapped his fingers and a pair of manacles appeared. He placed them on his wrists.
"Now, if you don't tell me where the muse is, I'm taking you away from Jaime, forever."
Rimmi began to look panicked. "No! You can't do that!"
"Come on, Strife," Jaime interceded. "Isn't that a little harsh?"
"I promised Joey I'd find her muse, and find it I will."
Rimmi nodded, and two more beings appeared, further crowding the tiny cubicle: a dwarf, and a buffed, blond man.
"I haven't seen Joey's muse. Just ask them."
Strife looked at the other two muses, who nodded. "Okay." He snapped his fingers and the manacles disappeared.
Rimmi immediately sat in Jaime's lap and wrapped his arms around her neck. "I'm soo sorry. I didn't mean it. I just wanted your attention."
She rubbed his back and made soothing noises. "It's okay. In fact, I don't think Pasha minded the bondage. But next time, why don't you and the dwarf try working together. You did try the one time, and I wouldn't mind eventually finishing 'Red Chakhram'."
Rimmi nodded, laying his head on his Mistress' shoulder.
"Now, Strife, as you can see, my muses haven't seen the one you're looking for. To trap another's muse, I'd bet it takes special powers, so why don't you pay a visit to the Mad Witch of the Midwest."
Strife looked confused for a moment, then remembered. He and Jaime looked at each other and chimed in unison, "Dee!"
"Jaime?!"
Jaime looked momentarily panicked. "Yes Lia?" she called over the cubicle wall.
"Is everything all right over there?"
"Oh, everything's fine. I'm just arguing with my Mom on the phone."
"I know what that's like. Okay, just checking."
Jaime let out a held breath and returned her attention to Strife.
"I think you'd better go now, Strife. I have to try to pretend to actually work around here."
"All right. Thanks for the help."
Jaime waved to him as he walked away. Once he was out of everyone's sight, he popped himself out of the building and in front of the building across the street. He had to go visit Dee, but he had time for one small bit of business. He erased the words "Court Supreme du Canada" from below the accompanying "Supreme Court of Canada".
He dematerialized, laughing. "That'll sure piss off the French. Oh, it's soo easy to cause mischief in this country. I'll have to remember to come back and visit Chretien and Harris next week. Now, off to see Dee."
Adventures in Muse Hunting: Part 15
Strife popped into the apartment and looked around. There were empty glasses and pop bottles all over the place, as well as half-empty bags of chips and an empty bottle of vodka. It sure looked like somebody had fun. However, it was past noon and there was no sign of Jaime anywhere.
He looked into the bedroom and there she was, naked and asleep in bed. Giggling, he used his powers to activate the alarm on her bedside clock. As the noise screamed into the room, she mechanically reached out to press the snooze button without even opening her eyes.
"Oops. I forgot this is Jaime I'm dealing with." He snapped his fingers and a bucket materialized in his hands. He swished the water inside the bucket around a moment, then sent it flying towards the figure in the bed.
"Ahhh!" She jumped up from the now wet bedcovers and turned to face the only other person in the apartment. "What the hell did you think you were doing?!"
"Waking you up, of course."
"Couldn't you have thought of a different way of doing it, one that doesn't end up with me having a wet mattress?"
"Sure, but this was more fun."
"Yeah, sure, it's not like you got me wet enough yesterday. Not only did you make it rain on Canada Day..."
"But I did let things dry up enough for the fireworks."
"But you also overflowed my toilet!!! I had guests here and they couldn't use it, and I was on my last nerve!!! Good thing for you I was the only one drinking the vodka so it didn't become an emergency."
"See, it wasn't THAT bad."
Jaime rolled her eyes. She walked past Strife and into the bathroom. She pulled down a robe from the hook behind the door and put in on, tying it up loosely. "So, what do you want now? Has Joey's muse been found, or were you planning on torturing Rimmi again?"
"Yes, her muse was found, and even though torturing Rimmi sounds fun, I'll have to leave it for later. I'm doing the rounds, thanking all you guys who helped me in the search for her muse."
She looked at him sceptically. "What kind of help?"
"Well, I've got a lot of info on everyone in my family. You name the God, and I'll get them to do whatever you need."
"Okay, what's the catch."
"Who, me? There's no catch, really."
"Well, the thing is, I really don't want any of their help."
"What? You'd actually turn down an offer like this? Come on!"
"It's not that I don't want to, it's just that in my life, whenever something good happens, something REALLY bad follows. I'm not willing to take that risk."
"What about if I ask my Aunt Fortuna to go in with it and make sure that doesn't happen?"
"Maybe. I really don't know what to ask for."
"Oh, come on. What would you really like?"
"Well, I'd really like to be able to write faster. I've got 5-6 works in progress, and several more ideas, and so many challenges I'd love to tackle, but I just don't have time for them all."
"I don't think I can help you there."
"I didn't think so. There's also my music. I'd love to have a chance to do something with it, even if it's just meeting someone who can put background music to my lyrics -- but I don't want any Godly help with that. It's too personal."
"Got it. Come on, there must be something we can do for you?"
Jaime walked into her living room and plopped herself onto her futon. "I don't suppose you've got the goods on your Aunt Hecate, eh?"
"Yeah, but why would you want to see Aunt Hecate?"
"Well, I've dabbled in the 'arts' for the last few years, but recently I was put on anti-depressants and I lost touch with my psychic sense. I'm now off the pills, but I haven't had time to get back in touch with that sense. She can help."
"Are you sure about this? She's the only relative of mine other than Unk that actually scares me, and not in that sexy dangerous way."
"I'm sure. So, now that you know what I want, will you grant me my wish, or back out of the deal?"
"Don't worry." He paused a moment with a far-away look on his face.
Within moments, a bluish-grey mist filled the room and out of it walked a hauntingly beautiful woman. Her jet black hair cascaded in curls down her back, all the way to her ankles. She had bluish-grey eyes that seemed to be made up of the mist that carried her. Those eyes seemed to bore into the soul of anyone she looked at.
"Ah, my dear nephew, what have we here?" Moving gracefully, she moved to sit on the futon next to Jaime. "Yes, Jaime, I have been keeping an eye on you some time now. You have such promise, yet your mind is so clouded by notions of what is supposed to be right and wrong. The arts themselves are not evil, it is how and why they are used that determines their true value."
She reached out a hand to stroke the side of Jaime's face. Jaime's eyes closed and she gave herself to the emotions and knowledge passing to her by the dark Goddess. Strife decided it was time to move on.
"I think I'll leave the two of you alone now. If you'll excuse me..."
He took one last look at the two dark women on the futon, knowing he'd want to remember that image, then popped out of the room.