{"id":824,"date":"2014-01-27T22:24:31","date_gmt":"2014-01-28T03:24:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/jeezjosie.com\/blog\/?p=824"},"modified":"2014-01-27T22:26:24","modified_gmt":"2014-01-28T03:26:24","slug":"terrible-no-good-very-bad-horrible-idea","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/jeezjosie.com\/blog\/2014\/01\/terrible-no-good-very-bad-horrible-idea\/","title":{"rendered":"Terrible, No Good, Very Bad, Horrible Idea"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Today\u2019s snippet, titled \u201cTerrible, No Good, Very Bad, Horrible Idea\u201d, is a piece I wrote about my PC in Mark&#8217;s evil Pathfinder Campaign.<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Be forewarned, there are mature themes and naughty language below.<br \/>\n&#8211; \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 &#8211;<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; \u201cTrust, huh?\u201d<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Nyx looked at Dae for a long moment, then nodded. His skeptical tone echoed her own worries. He could read her like a book and she knew it.<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; \u201cYou\u2026 already told her everything, didn\u2019t you?\u201d<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; \u201cNot- Not everything, Dae. Give me <em>some<\/em> credit.\u201d<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; He smirked, wetting his lips and for about the billionth time, she wondered why he was content to spend his days with her. Nikodemos was probably the most attractive male she had ever seen &#8211; any woman would be lucky as all the Hells to bed down with him. She tilted her head, smiling at him as she stroked her index finger along his jawline.<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; \u201cWhy are you still with me, Dae?\u201d<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; He touched her hand, pressing it to his lips. \u201cWhat do you mean, you silly bitch? Where else would I be?\u201d<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Hesitating. Nyx was not sure how to ask and she withdrew her hand. \u201cChasing our ancestry to Port Peril, all this with the lost city of Ip, that last job with Xiaoxi Ru\u2026 all of these are <em>my<\/em> goals, <em>my<\/em> choices, <em>my<\/em> problems. You could be like, anywhere, doing anything. You\u2019re like &#8211; the smartest guy\u2026 and so clever with jewelry. Sincerely, Dae, like, that replacement pendant you made is like, amazing.\u201d<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; \u201cThanks, Nyx.\u201d Nikodemos shook his head, chuckling to himself. \u201cLook, you\u2019re my sister. Your adventures are my adventures.\u201d<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; \u201cThat is like, a total cop-out.\u201d<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; \u201cYes, yes it is.\u201d<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Nyx growled at him and whirled, rising to her feet. With hardly a word, she sent three arrows of glowing white energy screaming across the room at him. He rolled to his feet in the same heartbeat, landing in a defensive position with feline grace. Each of the arrows died an inch from his flesh with a <em>whumf<\/em>; the brooch at his throat flashed in response.<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; A strangled cry of anger and sorrow ripped free from her throat.<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; \u201cDamn it, Nikoleta, what the fuck is wrong with you?\u201d<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; \u201c<em>Why<\/em>?\u201d<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; \u201cWhy what?\u201d<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Her voice came out hoarse and shrill. \u201c<em>Why are you here?<\/em>\u201d<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; There were tears in her eyes when he stepped over to her and wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. \u201cOh, by all the Old Ones, you are really are a stupid cow, aren\u2019t you? How can you even ask that, Nyx? You\u2019re my sister, like, my twinned soul. Wherever you go, that\u2019s what I want to be.\u201d<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; \u201cWhy am I crying like a baby?\u201d Nyx wiped her face against his silken shirt, knowing it would piss him off, but feeling persnickety and vindictive in addition to helplessness. \u201cFuck, this is like, the worst day ever.\u201d<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; \u201cI don\u2019t even know what\u2019s gotten into you.\u201d<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; \u201cA bad idea. A terrible, no good, very bad, horrible idea.\u201d<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Dae lifted a brow, \u201cNyx\u2026?\u201d<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; And then it all came spilling out. How many wrinkles she feared she had developed since the deck\u2019s God ate her ioun stone, how little Gehsan had come up with a twisted, brilliant idea to be young and gorgeous for centuries (and beyond, with all those years to investigate other options), how the dagger had pierced the halfling\u2019s heart and how the scroll had brought her back &#8211; only altered. She told him how she Gehsan had agreed to do the same for her, if she wished, and how she had already dreamt up the elven face she would wear if it happened.<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; \u201c&#8230;but if I went through with it, I wouldn\u2019t be- I wouldn\u2019t be Nyx anymore. I wouldn\u2019t be your twin.\u201d<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Dae scoffed shaking his head. \u201cNyx, sometimes you surprise me with your like, naivety. Don\u2019t be a fool, sister. Your face could like, take a thousand different shapes &#8211; all totally fucking beautiful, naturally &#8211; but you will always be my twin &#8211; our souls are like, entwined.\u201d<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; She frowned. \u201cLike, sincerely?\u201d<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; \u201cLike, totally.\u201d<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; The siblings exchanged a smile and Nyx wiped her tears, feeling stupid and ashamed.<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; \u201cYou shouldn\u2019t do it though,\u201d he said, stroking her hair.<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; \u201cWhy not?\u201d<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; \u201cShe may think she can control the form she takes, but there\u2019s no guarantee you wouldn\u2019t reform as some cock-thrusting bugbear warrior.\u201d<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Chuckling, she nodded once more. \u201cI\u2019d still be your sister though.\u201d<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; \u201cThat\u2019s why I\u2019d cry after I put you down.\u201d<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Nyx leaned her head against his shoulder, hugging him. He would not hesitate, if the situation called for it. For all that she considered him the moral compass, the good twin &#8211; sometimes she had to realize that he was even more ruthless than she.<br \/>\n&#8211; \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 &#8211;<br \/>\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/jeezjosie.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/03\/signature.jpg\" alt=\"Signed, Josie\" width=\"92\" height=\"139\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-13\" \/><br \/>\n<i>Note: Image is &#8220;Design Explosion 1&#8221; by (flaivoloka) from SXC.hu<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Today\u2019s snippet, titled \u201cTerrible, No Good, Very Bad, Horrible Idea\u201d, is a piece I wrote about my PC in Mark&#8217;s evil Pathfinder Campaign. &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Be forewarned, there are mature themes and naughty language below. &#8211; \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 \u2013 &#8211; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; \u201cTrust, huh?\u201d&hellip; <\/p>\n<p class=\"more-link-p\"><a class=\"more-link\" href=\"http:\/\/jeezjosie.com\/blog\/2014\/01\/terrible-no-good-very-bad-horrible-idea\/\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":826,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[10,14,1],"tags":[128,121,5],"class_list":["post-824","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-gaming-2","category-snippet","category-uncategorized","tag-nyx","tag-pathfinder","tag-writing","xfolkentry","clearfix"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/jeezjosie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/824","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/jeezjosie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/jeezjosie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/jeezjosie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/jeezjosie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=824"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"http:\/\/jeezjosie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/824\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":827,"href":"http:\/\/jeezjosie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/824\/revisions\/827"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/jeezjosie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/826"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/jeezjosie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=824"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/jeezjosie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=824"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/jeezjosie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=824"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}