Archived-Sash

I retreated into safety, the world of illusion, in the stage, in the footlights, all eyes on me and no-one really seeing Because I do not talk backwards, because I do not say (Tgin Emoceb Seilfrettub) And the night does not become butterflies. I give nothing of myself to the audience, As I do it with mirrors And string And sleight The delusion of illusion and the hand deceives the eye... My life is strobed like lightning by a follow-spot, And looking backwards I can only see The corpses of the animals and birds who strutted with me on the darkened stage And helped me fool them all. Charms of birds And hatsful of dead rabbits. - Zatara, Book One:The Invisible Labyrinth The Books Of Magic, by Neil Gaiman

See these eyes so green - I can stare for a thousand years; colder than the moon. It's been so long, and I've been putting out fires with gasoline.

Enchanter of the Free Council
Born: 1987
Age: 28 (like many of her Path, however, she looks younger)
Sleeper Alias: Olivia Twist
Rank: "I'm versatile."
Physical description: Grunge-hot, trashglam, derby-chic; tall, leggy, and dressed like a thrift store manniquin, Sash rocks poker-straight pale blonde hair, torn leggings, and usually a few incidental scrapes and bruises. She has a dainty tattoo of a red heart on the webbing of her left thumb, matched by a black spade on the right, as well as a cadeuceus on the left side of her neck, and is never seen without a black bowler or trilby hat, out of which she is seen to conjure all manner of tricks.
Nimbus: The hush of the crowd before the big act comes on stage, the dizzying tingle of chemistry immediately before lips meet for the first time, the frozen moment in a fight just before the first punch is thrown. Electric anticipation, breathless silence. Goosebumps and the pulsing of blood in ears. Thrill and euphoria, seething lust and surging aggression. The prickle of imminent possibility, like riding the crest of a wave. Pure rush, volatile and addictive.
Themesong: Put This Fire Out by Toni Childs: Used to sit and wonder what to do, and I still do when I'm feeling blue; fearful that my struggle with life will never end. Help me, please, to stop. This fear in motion, these circles turn me - someone help me put this fire out. Yes, they hurt me; yes, they turn me - someone help me put this fire out. Running, I am scared what I will see if I look inside; deep, these wounds of mine, hurting me so long I can't ignore them anymore
Would Be Played In A Movie By: Ruby Rose
Defining Quote: "Before you decide to fuck with me, you should probably know who I am; I'm the glitch in the system. The spanner in the works. The bug in the code. I am Rumsfeld's unknown unknown. The unquantifiable element. Outside reality, and outside probability. I cannot be predicted, and I do not behave. I am the Laughing Liar. The Gambler. The Magician. The Fool. I am creative energy and defiance and will and incontrovertible destiny. I serve dark Gods, and am served by them. I am the Singularity. I am the Third Option. You can keep your precious alpha and omega; I am all over you from beta to psi. And I am here to fuck up everything you've been chuckling so smugly to yourself about."

Dealer's choice; Sash in Brisbane, January, 2015.

Timeline

Lir: "Do something! You have the power! I will kill you if you don't do something!" Schmendrick: "I cannot - not all the magic in the world can help her now." Molly: "Then what is magic for? What is the use of wizardry if it cannot even save a unicorn?" Schmendrick: "...that's what heroes are for." The Last Unicorn, by Peter S. Beagle

• April, 1987: born in Newcastle to boilermaker Daniel Grant and his Russian bride, Valeriya Volkova.
• September, 1993: brother, Mischa, is born.
• January, 1998: mother, Valeriya, diagnosed with breast cancer.
• August, 2000: after a long, hard struggle, Valeriya passes away.
• December, 2001: Awakens, and runs away from home, taking Mischa with her.
• 2002 - 2003: Promoted to parent and living on the street, she scrounges a living for her brother and herself, grifting and stealing and performing tricks.
• July, 2003: Discovered by Damocles, who schools her in the reality of her gift, and introduces her to Awakened society. Tongue-in-cheek, adopts the name Olivia Twist (often introduced simply as "Twist", and known affectionately to some as "Twistie").
• November, 2004: Meets the boy who would become Ricochet in Surfers Paradise during schoolies week, and the two quickly become close friends.
• 2005 - 2008: Continues her magic act, and as her skills grow, so does her following. Adopts the stage-name Sash the Spectacular, which eventually becomes more commonly-used - without the adjective - by fellow Mages than her original shadow-name. Acts as eyes on the street for the Sydney Consilium. Often travels to other Cities to help other Mages with issues that crop up requiring a magically versatile and physically dynamic agent.

With The Director.

• 2009: Is briefly pledged to the Silver Ladder, before being summarily booted when she proves to be just about the personification of everything that is antithetical to the entire Order. The Free Council take her gladly.
• 2010 - 2011: Continues performing, scamming, keeping her finger on the pulse of Sydney's Inner West, and occasionally traveling to assist other Consiliae.
• 2012: Becomes a popular finalist on the reality TV show, Australia's Got Talent, launching her briefly to national attention. Is obliged to drop out when dealing with a threat to the Sydney Consilium overwhelms her schedule, and also at the insistence of I. P. Smith.
• May, 2013: Witnesses Ricochet's Awakening, and is overjoyed to include her best friend in her shadow-life.
  • June, 2013: Greets her old Master, The Director, at the airport on his return from the States, and welcomes him back into the country.
• February, 2014: The timebomb drops in Sydney. Most of the Consilium is wiped out. Sash is interstate at the time, and so survives, but returns to a different timeline than the one she left.
• October, 2014: Chairs the Free Council meeting at the national gathering of all persons esoteric and arcane, and is a significant force in the initial uncovering of the timestream diversion that was effecting them all, and then in the discovery of the time-doors nearby, and their effects. Three weeks later, travels to Canberra and assists Beckett Shore in a delicate parley with the Seers of the Throne.
• December, 2014: Answers a summons from The Director to fly to Perth at one day's notice and assist in a ceremonial capacity with the signing of the new Charter of that Consilium. Is drawn into a matter effecting The Pinnacle, and with standard gung ho-ness, takes a running dive into it, head-first.
  • Late December, 2014: Travels to Canberra to comfort a grieving Beckett Shore, after the execution of Princess Pwnage. Gets both of them shot to pieces by Banishers. After a quick triage in Beckett's kitchen, mostly consisting of a sharpened spoon and a needle threaded with fishing-line, they both go out drinking and, somewhere along the line, forget to seek medical attention until several hours later.
• January, 2015: Accompanies Beckett Shore to Brisbane to stop the demon-possessed corpse of Princess Pwnage, and with the help of the local Consilium, they manage to put her down. Sash winds up with the grisly task of being the one to successfully dig the soul-stone out of the burning cadaver, before it is completely destroyed. She is observed to be uncharacteristically terse throughout the entire affair, and even to fumble her cards a few times.
• March, 2015: Returns to Canberra. Is drawn into an excursion to a part-Arcadian pocket realm, to examine some Atlantean ruins; while there, becomes embroiled with the Canberra Consilium in a tense standoff with what appears to all intents to be Cernunnos, The Horned God. After a desperate battle, largely driven by mortal terror, the Mages triumph and he is apparently defeated. Sash, Evelynne and Beckett immediately leave, head to the nearest pub, and begin drinking furiously to forget.

Sash and Beckett, immediately before turning to face The Horned God. Yeah, it got weird.

• April, 2015: Signs a five-show contract with Cosentino the Illusionist, to open for him on his Australian tour, and invites Beckett Shore along for the ride. Plays host to Romulus Arlington, while he's in town on business, acting as his guide in a whirlwind tour of Sydney. Two weeks later, travels back to Canberra. Meets and forms a friendly relationship with the enigmatic Mr Joker. Does some mysterious business with the Changelings, Belladonna, Specter and Alexander Cross. Following the conclusion of the deal, she disappears into private conference with Belladonna for an hour, from which they both emerge looking haunted and shaken, and she accompanies the three fae back to Brisbane.
• May, 2015: Completes the tour with the final show in Perth, and at the afterparty has a tense encounter with a few local vampires. Returning to Canberra, she then finds herself unexpectedly conscripted into some gangbusting activities, investigating the giant scorpions that have been terrorising the City and interrogating a couple of local drug dealers, but bows out with a, "Fuck, no." when the rest of her posse decide to reconnoiter a warehouse directly opposite Banisher HQ. Hours later, Evelynne collapses through the door, shot to pieces and bleeding to death; Sash quickly triages her, then bundles her up, throws her into the car and starts driving for medical assistance. They are intercepted on the road by Ackbar, who heals Evelynne's wounds and restores her to full health, after they pull over.

Then, at Dresden's request, she and Beckett return to Brisbane to lend their experience to the investigation of an Atlantean domain inside a closed dimension. There, they battle booby-traps and glass golems, but the party eventually emerges triumphant. In addition, they bring certain samples to Freak for laboratory analysis, and despite his unpopularity within his local Consilium, they get along like a house on fire. Then she visits the Changeling Freehold, with Beckett in tow, setting the cat among the pigeons amongst the Monarchs before smoothly talking her way past their reservations into a welcome, making the very friendly acquaintance of the Spring Court, and beginning negotiations of a commercial nature with Jarlath Stern.

Interview with the vampires, in Perth. Left to right; Ziggy, Maeve and Shroud. Not pictured anywhere; appropriate terror.

• June, 2015: Travels to Perth on a diplomatic mission to the Requiem Court, and engages in some delicate negotiations with the new Prince, Maeve, in the company of Ziggy and Shroud. Witnesses the true nature of vampires, despite all protestations to the contrary.
  

One week later, attends the local Consilium with Beckett, and they help the Golden Quill run through yet another Atlantean vault, cracking wise about deja vu all the while. After the return to the sanctum, she is seen entering into private conference with The Director, and leaves shortly thereafter.

• July, 2015: Attends the Brisbane Consilium with Beckett, presents Freak with some...interesting paraphenalia gathered from Perth, and assists him and Dresden in a matter of utmost personal importance.

Visits the Freehold and helps them locate a missing member of their ranks, whose safety had been a cause of great concern. An intel leak and subsequent diplomatic incident then occurs which leads to the night ending in a state of extreme tension between the Lost and their Awakened guests, and resulting in an acrimonious episode between Sash and Beckett.

• August, 2015: Returns to Canberra on a train laden down with visiting Brisbane Mages as well as her Sydneysider colleagues, just in time to witness Piper Ravenrider gunned down by Banishers. Sash teams up with Tectus to secure the body and contain the situation, but this results in Freak of Brisbane running afoul of the Canberra Lex when he acts on instructions she gives him to destroy the corpse. In addition, visible tension is observed between her and Beckett, but is largely set aside in the course of dealing with the crisis, and in the venturing into yet another set of Atlantean ruins that followed. Further to the team's eventual reemergence from the vault, that tension was seen to be well and truly in evidence yet again.
• September, 2015: Back in Canberra, Sash arrives two hours late to a gathering to find her recent Thyrsus foundling, Anna, has proceeded her, and managed to bewilder and offend most of the Consilium. She spends much of the afternoon re-explaining the basic tenets of Awakened life to the neophyte, who seems to have forgotten everything she had been taught in her last three months, crashing on Sash's couch. The Acanthus is then drawn into an altercation between Hierarch Beckett Shore and the visiting Dornelia, where the Brisbane Mage had fled the Consilium. Together with Vyra Anala, Sash sets out to recover the errant Brisbanite, shortly returning with her to the gathering, whereupon the three of them are seen to disappear into a private room with Beckett, and the door locked behind them. Some time later, Vyra emerges and stalks out of the building, inexplicably angry. She is eventually followed at the gathering's conclusion by first Beckett, and then a rather sober-looking Sash. Dornelia's exit is unobserved.
  

Sash with Mr. Joker at Hallowe'en in Canberra.

A week later, she attends a gathering in Brisbane, and meets privately with Dresden to discuss matters pertaining to wider issues within the Free Council. Later, she arrives on the scene too late to assist the Brisbanites in the pacification of a nasty and puissant ghost blocking the gates to the Underworld, but just in time to be shot in the side by a mortified Jack Hart who then renders skillful first-aid, apologising profusely. Sash is seen to be gung ho-ly blase about the slug of hot metal embedded in her liver, and, shrugging off the concerned ministrations of Dresden and the others, returns to the gathering. There, she continues about her business while quietly bleeding through the bandage, until the blood trickling down her side is noticed by I. P. Smith, who scolds her and quickly arranges for Freak to provide the extraction of the bullet, and a deeper healing.

• October, 2015: Sash rocks up to the Brisbane Consilium's all-call for help in cheerily fine form, despite looking rather thin and drawn, and is present at the Free Council order meeting, ultimately being the person to nominate Daisy-Rain for national Premier when nominations are called for, to which she is unanimously elected. Throughout the larger gathering which immediately follows, and following a mysterious altercation with Freak shortly after her arrival, she is observed to have a significantly different demeanour; pale, subdued and haunted. In particular, she is seen in a state of evident distress near the windows at one point, being comforted by Beckett Shore. Nevertheless, she assists in the defence effort when Banishers later attack the gathering, and then helps True Blood with some difficult interrogations of two captive assailants, even after Daedalus, I. P. Smith and Beckett leave the room, from which she is seen to emerge even more dead-eyed and hunched than before. She then immediately leaves with Beckett, and neither are seen to return.

Two weeks afterward, she makes an appearance at The Canberra Consilium's Hallowe'en party, dressed as Harley Quinn. To the surprise and consternation of all present, Mr. Joker gate-crashes the party, and makes a great, hammy show of being very attracted to Sash in her costume, stealing her away for a private conversation early in the evening; a conference from which Sash emerges looking dazed and pensive, and the mysterious Mr. Joker very self-satisfied, indeed. Shortly thereafter, she is seen to approach Beckett Shore and the two have a quiet discussion, which concludes with Sash simply nodding curtly and returning to the party. Not long after, Beckett is replaced as Hierarch by Vyra Anala, and resumes his post as Sentinel for the Consilium. At the conclusion of the party, Sash is observed to be swept out on Mr. Joker's encircling arm, dropping a card behind her which Beckett retrieves. He is seen to turn it over in his hands for several seconds, frowning as if confused, and then to raise his brows and quickly pocket the card.

Sash then falls uncharacteristically off the radar, and all attempts to contact or track her by methods both mundane and magical turn up a resounding silence. Two weeks later, Beckett Shore addresses the nation's Consilii to share the information that she has been discovered to have been abducted, with strong indications pointing to Banisher culpability.

• November, 2015: As of November, Sash has not been recovered.

History

"First rule of magic; always be the smartest guy in the room." - J. Daniel Atlas, Now You See Me

"Trust me."

An agent of chaos, a harbinger of change, and a talented sorcerer walk into a bar. The barman says, "Hello, Sash."
Fast-talking, indefatigably cheery and compellingly cocky, Sash ("Not the baddest motherfucker in the Valley, but definitely the one that's getting out alive") is a charming rogue. As an enemy, she'll get you every red light when you're in a hurry, and sour your milk overnight; as a friend, she'll turn up at your house at 4am on a weeknight drunk and expecting to crash on your couch, but you can trust her never to swear in front of your boss or your mum, and to wingman for you like the Devil himself.
If she has a macro flaw, it is that her amusing irreverence sometimes veers right up to the very brink of dangerous recklessness, which can be outright obnoxious for her companions, but this also makes her uniquely well-adjusted for the life on the edge of the impossible that being Awakened entails.

To say that Sash does not know when to sit down, shut up and stop drawing attention to herself is to suggest that she is not in total and conscious control of her actions, which would be to do her a disservice. She has simply been Awake too long, faced down too many eldritch powers, endured too much weirdness and survived too much danger to really be outwardly intimidated by anything, anymore.
She's quick-witted, exciting and easily distracted. She's brilliant, ambitious and utterly anarchic. She's trouble in tight pants. All her friends have bailed her out of lockup at least once, and she's forever getting worked over by the mob for running her game on the wrong corner, or fleecing the wrong guy.
She's a thrill and a worry, and one of these days, she's going to get in over her head...
If only you didn't like her so damned much.

Scruffy, athletic, charming, alluringly "troubled", swaggering, and better-looking in leather than a young Marlon Brando, Sash, once arrived, is likely to steal your girlfriend for sport unless given something more interesting to do.
She has recently been diagnosed by an astute friend as having, "stealth Knight Errant Tendencies".

Currently

Which Sash do you want? Sash, the brilliant social engineer? Sash, the talented and charismatic illusionist? Or Sash, the morally-unreliable, substance-addicted criminal?

Her habit for travel notwithstanding, Sash currently lives in Sydney, working as a surprisingly successful (Fame:1) street magician, intermittent pro gambler and occasional pickpocket. She says she's just waiting for the right backer to catapult her to superstardom. She says she's going to be the next Criss Angel.
She says a lot of things.
With the completion of her recent national tour supporting Cosentino the Grand Illusionist, however, it looks like she might be well on her way, after all...

Quotes

"There’s daggers in men’s smiles. The near in blood, the nearer bloody." - Donalbain, Act Three Macbeth, by William Shakespeare

Quotes by

"Probability and I agreed to see other people."

- the only explanation she ever offers, about anything.

"People will always conflate charisma with virtue. That's my bread and butter, right there."

- on the subject of her singular effectiveness as a diplomatic agent, oft-repeated.

"Not so much 'off the wagon', as 'crushed under the wheels'..."

- an intoxicated epigram.

"You should see the other guy...

...henh, not a scratch on 'im."

- in response to concerned enquiries, while battered and bruised, in Canberra, August, 2015.

"Here lies Piper Ravenrider. Apparently her shadowname was Butterfly, but it must have been very fucking shadowy, indeed, since I didn't even know that Piper Ravenrider was her real name; I mean, come on, that's not anyone's name - it's a name for fucking author-insert Mary Sue bullshit characters with colour-changing eyes in Harry Potter fanfics. Anyway, her name apparently really was Piper Ravenrider, Gods save us all. Here is said, and all that. She was very stupid, and frequently endangered all around her, and that's why her brains are currently leaking out all over the floor. There's a lesson here, for those who care to catch it; don't throw fireballs in the street or the Banishers will eventually show up and drill you in the back of the skull. Now, I know I can sometimes be a little fucking obscure in my turn of phrase, so if that's too profound or cryptic or zen or whathaveyou for anyone, feel free to contact your Sentinel for further (percussive) clarification.

"I'm...I'm not very good at eulogies. I'm going to go wash the Awakened brain-goo off my hands, now."

- making a piss-poor showing of paying formal respects to the late Piper, in Canberra, August, 2015.

"Anyone I judge to be a danger to my family - dies. That is the policy. This is not hyperbole, this is not bravado; this is precedent, and practice. Assess the threat, escalate once and destroy. I'm not about to make an exemption for a bunch of fucking fairies."

- cold and terrible, to Freak and Dresden, in Brisbane, July, 2015.

"Well, you know what they say...Acanthus rush in where Obrimos fear to tread."

- to Artemis Arlington in Perth, June, 2015.

"Generally? Pen-testing reality."

- in response to being asked by a vampire, "What are you doing here?", in Perth, June, 2015.

"Fee-fi-fo fuck no."

- on the subject of Ogres, via email, April, 2015.

"I am Sash the Spectacular, Mercury Rising, Hermes of the Fallen World, Laughing Liar to Angels and Demons, Red Daughter of The Wolf, and I. Will not. Be hunted."

- bluffing The Horned God that she wasn't terrified, Canberra, March, 2015.

"How am I again the voice of reason? Have you people met me? I'm a mess, fuck!"

- in Brisbane, January, 2015.

"Look, at this point, all we have to fear is Fear Itself - and, if you ask me, Fear Itself needs better duds, to really make the impact that he's looking for."

- in reference to the overtly sinister costume of the Lichtor, Threat, to Beckett Shore. November, 2014.

"Convictions are for Obrimos; Mastigos have motives - Acanthus make choices."

- oft-repated, clarifying a matter of moral semantics.

"Oh, I hate angels..."

- a rote complaint, groaned aloud whenever the subject of dealing with agents of the Aether arises.

"Spidermage, Spidermage, does whatever a Spidermage does..."

- often overheard during her parkour runs.

Quotes about

"Ugh. She needs an ankle monitor."

- I. P. Smith

"There are times when we don't tell others what is happening in our own backyards because it is too sensitive, or because we don't have time to spread intel while it's ongoing. Or we assume no-one would be foolish enough to just waltz into an entire building full of cryptids with 'What Do You Mean I Shouldn't Appear Live On National Television?' Sash!"

- I. P. Smith, to Beckett Shore

"She's a jumpy girl, got up me for cleaning my gun. I mean, it wasn't like I was going to shoot anyone, or anything like that! She's friendly enough, I suppose; just far too talkative for my liking."

- Striker

*laughs heartily* "Sash? Pure gold, that girl. I regret having to leave that one behind - if ever I needed a 2IC, it would this one every time. If I had five mages like her, we'd bring an end to the Quiet by the end of the month."

- The Director

"I'm sorry, man, but Sash only has three emotions; mischievous, drunk and smoke-bomb. And hungry! Never forget hungry. But not, like, love. That'd just be weird."

- Ricochet

"Sash's show was amazing! I hope she comes back soon!"

- Shroud

"Oh, my God, those are not pants! You are not dressed! Go put some clothes on!"

- Evelynne, about Sash's shiny, black, lamé-clad arse.

"How do apparently all the wrong decisions, mixing with bad crowds, and with that attitude, come together into one of the most dynamic and effective individuals I've seen?"

- Dresden after another whirlwind visit by Sash to Brisbane

"You're talking about a Mage who is basically an ambassador for the entire Pentacle! No, we're not letting her die!"

- Beckett, in response to advice from a visiting Guardian superior, while discussing Sash's ongoing captivity in Banisher hands

Conversations

"Sash the Spectacular, would-be celebrity. I always sort of half-assumed you’d bleed glitter. How disappointing."

"Nnnnnnh. Always nice to meet a fan."

- sassing a Banisher captor mid-beating, October, 2015.

"Sash, what's wrong? It sounds as if Beckett has done something horrible-"

"-Beckett hasn't...I have."

- stupefying Freak, September, 2015.

"No, Sash, I do not in fact want to know what you did on your weekend - I would happily continue in blissful ignorance, enjoying my bagel, and this shitty coffee. Unfortunately for me, I can't do that, because I need to know if I should expect a pack of candy-raver werewolves to come asking about their missing truck in the next few days...or if your weekend has actually been noteworthy."

"...fuckin' candy-ravers? What sort of a loose cannon do you take me for?!"

- with I. P. Smith, July, 2015.

"You're my hero, Evie. You really are. But, you know, a girl, like."

"So, heroine, then."

"No. Never that."

- with Evelynne, May 2015.

"He says, 'only trusted members of the Consilium'. I'm a trusted member of the Consilium, right?"

"Well, Piper, you're definitely a member of the Consilium."

- with Piper Ravenrider, April, 2015.

"Look, people get themselves all invested in the wrong concepts, and they lose perspective. Take truth, for example; it's not actually important whether something technically happened or not, the only thing that matters is whether reality is served by the story."

"Sash...that sounds an awful lot like a blatant and flimsy excuse for lying."

"Well, not just lying; it excuses a lot of history, too."

- with I. P. Smith, February, 2015.

"I may have accidentally wiped twenty-four hours of my own memory trying to do exactly the same thing to them, due to their shielding..."

"Hell, I've had weekends like that, too."

- to Beckett Shore, December, 2014.

"Calm yourself. It will not happen, child."

"Firstly, I'm not a child. I'm a sixteen-year veteran spell-slinger, which means I have seen shit, including more than one would-be apocalypse, and I am calm - startin' to get pissed off, now, but calm - and just because I'm Robin to his Batman does not mean I'm your monkey, no matter who the Hell or Heaven you are, so I'd be very appreciative if you'd reciprocate the courtesy and respect I have shown you up to this point, or, unless he says otherwise, I'll put you on top of a fucking Christmas tree."

- to a certain angel she'd just met, December, 2014.

"Look, man, I don't care what you think you saw, clearly you were tripping balls - and we should probably get you a blood test - because fairies do not, can not, have not and never will exi-...actually. Hunh."

"What?"

"I...guess it doesn't really leave a lot of room for skepticism when you routinely light your smokes with magic, does it?"

- with Ricochet, November, 2014.

"Why? How? Why? Would you...ever...join The Silver Ladder?"

"...I just wanted to be somebody."

"You're somebody to me."

- with Ricochet, September, 2013.

"Sash, you've got two choices; gracefully bow out now, due to 'family issues', or you can have the entire panel of judges rip your act to shreds in front of a national audience."

"Jesus Christ, Javert; alright, already. Just one question, though; is your beef with the idea of 'fun' in general, or just me having it in particular?"

- with I. P. Smith, on her brief reality TV career, August, 2012.

"Whoah, there, Captain Bigotry! Let's just pump the breaks on the Prejudice Train, shall we? We have no evidence that vampires are universally awful."

*later that night*

"...okay, so vampires are pretty much universally awful."

"Cool. Do I get a prize?"

"There are no prizes for racism, Tommy."

- with a former Cabal mate, alt. timeline, January, 2009.

Rumors

"If you're going to be crazy, you have to get paid for it or else you're going to be locked up." - Hunter S. Thompson

• Has no real magic, only tricks.
  • Has no tricks, only real magic.
    • Even the Guardians aren't sure, which is why she's such a source of vexation to them.
• Attended a Free Council meeting while deathly hungover, during which she pulled a rabbit out of her hat. Then turned it into a sandwich. Then ate it. To say nothing of the detox smoothie she conjured from thin air...
  • And still managed to have Dresden asking her counsel. Now that's magic.
• It's all an act. She's a plant for the Guardians.
• Will be heading up "Running Away Classes" for the Free Council
• Is very, very pissed-off about the death of Princess Pwnage
• Literally sold Fae magic to the Changelings.
  • What, like ice to the eskimos?
    • Yes.
      • ...so, what did they pay her?
        • Sash isn't talking...only smirking, wordlessly.
          • Applications for GotV stress leave are at an all time high.
• Those three strokes of glitter on her cheek are not actually makeup, but scars from where she got mauled by a really fabulous werewolf.
  • Shut up, Ricochet.
• You can call it cirrhosis and lung cancer. Sash calls it breakfast.
• Sash and Beckett are unwitting keystones for Atlantean ruins
  • No, they're intentionally causing Atlantean ruins to appear
    • Sash and Beckett know how to directly open gates to Atlantis
      • Maybe they're from the Atlantean royal line?
• Is obsessed with Beckett's horns
  • Did you see her at Hallowe'en? She couldn't leave them alone!

Inspirations and Soundtrack

"I don't believe in no-win scenarios." - James T. Kirk, Star Trek

• Dave Franco as Jack Wilder, Now You See Me
• Ruta Getmintas as Dutch Velders, The Strain
• James Ransone as Cpl. Josh Ray Person, Generation Kill
• Paul Bettany as Geoffrey Chaucer, A Knight's Tale
• Puss In Boots, the fairytale.
• Zatanna, from DC Comics.
• Russel Brand.
• "I've had to work most Sundays, and at times my talk was tough; and sometimes I've been violent, because the streets were awfully rough... And I never passed a cry for help, although, at times, I shook with fear - and sometimes, God forgive, I've wept unmanly tears." - Anonymous, The Last Inspection
• Beware Of Feeding Sharks
• "If I had a dime for every time I’ve heard 'We’re all going to die,' or 'I’ll kill you,' I could afford a better apartment. You can only listen to so many threats of destruction, doom, or death before you start tuning them all out. So I followed the wolf out of the building, then went home." - J.C. Nelson, Free Agent
• Time Of Dying by Three Days Grace - The Director: On the ground I lay, motionless, in pain; I can see my life, flashing before my eyes. Did I fall asleep? Is this all a dream? Wake me up; I'm living a nightmare. I will not die, I will survive. I will not die; I'll wait here for you
• The Freshmen by Boyce Avenue - I. P. Smith: He thinks about her, now, and how he never really wept; he says, "I can't be held responsible, because she was touching her face. I won't be held responsible - she fell in love, in the first place." For the life of me, I cannot remember what made us think that we were wise, and we'd never compromise. For the life of me, I could not believe we'd ever die for these sins... We tried to wash our hands of all this grief; we never talk of our lack in relationships, or how we're guilt-stricken, sobbing, with our heads on the floor - we fell through the ice, when we tried not to slip
  • Defender by The Cruxshadows - I. P. Smith for her: They say this cause is lost, and she will not return to me; they say that she is gone, and this is just a shell unliving. And through the dark of the morning, she fades, but I will not leave here. Fight back the demons around us - love lives, and I will defend her. And through each moment, believing she knows that I will not leave her. One life held fast to another
• Fallen by Sarah McLachlan - Daedalus: We all began with good intent when love was raw and young, we believed that we could change ourselves, that the past could be undone, but we carry on our backs the burden that time always reveals - in the lonely light of morning, in the wound that would not heal is the bitter taste of losing everything that I've held so dear. I've fallen; I have sunk so low. I've messed up - better I should know
• Run by Snow Patrol - Mischa: You've been the only thing that's right in all I've done... Light up, light up, as if you have a choice. Even if you cannot hear my voice, I'll be right beside you, dear... Hush, hush, my dear, no need to be afraid
  • If You Ever Come Back by The Script - Mischa for her: Everything's the way that you left it; I still haven't slept, yet - and if you're covering your face, now, but you just can't hide the pain, I'm still setting two plates on the counter, but eating without you. If the truth is you're a liar, then just say that you're okay. I'm sleeping on your side of the bed, going out of my head, now
• Black Is The Colour by Christy Moore - Nyssa: Black is the colour of my true love's hair; her lips are like some roses, fair - she has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands, and I love the ground whereon she stands. I love my love, and well she knows; I love the ground, whereon she goes. I wish that day would soon come when she and I can be as one. I go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep, for satisfied I never can be; I write her letters, just a few short lines - and I suffer death, a thousand times
  • Cat And Mouse by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus - Nyssa for her: We made plans to grow old; believe me, there was truth in all those stories that I told. Lost in a simple game - cat and mouse - are we the same people as before this came to light? Am I supposed to be happy? With all I ever wanted, it comes with a price. You said that you would die for me, but you must live for me, too
• Who's Going Home With You Tonight? by Trapt - Beckett Shore: Don't think we ever really got it right - both you and I have always kept it bottled up, inside. Can you show me what it feels like to give yourself away? There's no-one around who picks me up when I'm down like you do, and when you can't hear a sound, will the silence drown you, too?... It's getting harder to sit here, alone; I've been waiting, I've been waiting and you still ain't home. I have never, ever felt so low - and I've been thinking, I've been thinking, oh, where did you go?
• She's Not There by The Zombies - Vyra Anala: Well, no one told me about her; what could I do? Well, no one told me about her, though they all knew - but it's too late to say you're sorry. How could I know? Why should I care? Please don't bother trying to find her; she's not there. But let me tell you about the way she looked, the way she acted and the colour of her hair; her voice was soft and cool, her eyes were clear and bright - but she's not there!
• Worth Dying For by Rise Against - Mr. Joker: Don't ask me why, because I don't know; don't ask me how I'm gonna solve this on my own. These things I've never faced scratch out, but won't erase. In the wreckage of a job well done, I saw a place I'd never seen before, and that moment I refused to close my eyes anymore. So take me from this world; save me - what if we all die young?
  • Can You Keep A Secret? by The Cab - Mr. Joker for her: Soon, we're heading to a place where I'll prove I'm all you want and more, and you need to let it unfold, just like you're told. Your secret's safe, and no-one has to know I'm your getaway, and a little bit more than you can take. I can make everything feel so good. I could've sworn we disappeared tonight - come on and dance with me, come on and dance with me, baby. And don't you know I just appeared tonight - you want to dance with me, you want to dance with me all night
• One Thing by Finger11 - Aletta: If I traded it all, if I gave it all away for one thing, just for one thing; if I sorted it out, if I knew all about this one thing, wouldn't that be something? Even though I know, I don't want to know - yeah, I guess I know; I just hate how it sounds
• Better Than Me by Hinder - Romulus Arlington: I told myself I won't miss you, but I remember what it feels like beside you. I really miss your hair in my face, and the way your innocence tastes, and I think you should know this; you deserve much better than me
• Come As You Are by Civil Twilight - the late Princess Pwnage: Come; doused in mud, soaked in bleach, as I want you to be - as a trend, as a friend, as an old memory. And I swear that I don't have a gun, no, I don't have a gun, no, I don't have a gun
• My Reward by Hail The Villain - Freak: Here's my reward for your love, that you gave me! Let me love you - fear and blame you. Let me love you - scar and burn you. I started defending; I was seeing the ending, finished before it began. I came in deceiving, and left here believing I am a terrible man. Wake up! I'm sweating, I'm burning, I'm dreading; dreading this horrible trend! Now that I see that your heart is for loving, why did I break it, again?
  • Broken-Hearted Soul by Ra - Freak for her: I can't believe I've fallen down to my knees; you've got me begging me, "Please, there has to be another way." My broken chest, it hurts, it won't let me breathe; I'm scared out of my wits - you know, I have to insist that you talk to me. Why won't you talk to me?
• Whispers In The Dark by Mumford and Sons - Dresden: You hold your truth so purely; well, swerve not through the minds of men. This lie is dead. And this cup of yours tastes holy, but a brush with the Devil can clear your mind, and strengthen your spine. But fingers tap into what you were once, and I'm worried that I blew my only chance... Spare my sins for the ark; I was too slow to depart. I'm a cad, but I'm not a fraud; I'd set out to serve the Lord. But my heart was colder when you'd gone
• Falling by Staind - Dornelia: You, in your shell - are you waiting for someone to rescue you from yourself? Don't be disappointed when no-one comes. Don't blame me you didn't get it; I already told you that falling is easy - it's getting back up that becomes the problem. If you don't believe you can find a way out, you've become the problem
• A Slight Attack by The Tea Party - Authell: Demonic little love-God, do you want to see me bleed? Anarchistic little beggar man, now you want a piece of me; you're just a lot of talk, without a lot of sense... You're just another chronic liar, a sentinel of farce; integrity's a fairytale - it makes me wonder who you are
• Meds by Placebo - The Spring Court: I was alone, falling free, trying my best not to forget what happened to us, what happened to me, what happened as I let it slip... I was alone, staring over the ledge, trying my best not to forget all manner of joy, all manner of glee, and our one heroic pledge - how it mattered to us, how it mattered to me, and the consequences
• Want You Bad by the Offspring - Shroud: Don't get me wrong; I know you're only being good, but that's what's wrong - I guess I just misunderstood
• Island by Heather Nova - The Banishers: There are parts of me he'll never know - my wild horses and my riverbeds - and in my throat, voices he'll never hear. He pulls at me like a cherry tree, and I can still move, but I don't speak about it. Pretend I'm crazy, pretend I'm dead; he's too scared to hit me now - he'll bring flowers, instead. I need an island, somewhere to sink a stone. I need an island, somewhere to bury you, somewhere to go
• Breaking The Habit by Linkin Park - Awakened society: Memories consume, like opening the wound; I'm picking me apart, again. You all assume I'm secure in my room, unless I try to start again. I don't know what's worth fighting for, or why I have to scream - I don't know why I instigate, and say what I don't mean. I don't know how I got this way, I know it's not alright
• Levitate by Hadouken - Magic: Heart in my mouth, but my head in the clouds; I can feel it rising - bound to the Earth, but we could ascend, I’m realizing
• Trespassing by Adam Lambert - Other Supernaturals: I was walking for some time, when I came across this sign - it said, "Who Are You And Where Are You From? We Don't Like When Visitors Come. No Trespassing." That's what it said, or at least, that's what I could read. "No Trespassing"; yeah, my arse - wait'll they get a load a' me!
• Tokyo (Vampires And Wolves) by The Wombats - The Mysterium: Astrophysics; you'll never be my closest friend. I find no comfort in what my mind can't comprehend
• Secret Agent Man by The Superjesus - Guardians of the Veil: I told you before so tell me again, if it's worthy of defense, but I know it anyway; from now on I'll be watching as your friends will take the liberties in you, I'll be watching as you lay awake thinking it over... And it's something in the way the changes haunt you - I was not alone; you could stay this way forever, you could say you've just begun. Now I'm never gonna be the instigator, taking on your plan
• Hero Of The Story by Regina Spektor - The Silver Ladder: Power to the people - we don't want it, we want pleasure. And the TVs try to rape us, and I guess that they're succeeding. And we're going to these meetings, but we're not doing any meaning. And we're trying to be faithful but we're cheating, cheating, cheating. I'm the hero of the story; don't need to be saved. It's alright. No-one's got it all
• Sway by Julie London - The Adamantine Arrow: Like a flower bending in the breeze; bend with me, sway with ease. When we dance, you have a way with me - stay with me, sway with me
• Crucify by Tori Amos - The Free Council: Every finger in the room is pointing at me; I wanna spit in their faces, but then I get afraid of what that could bring. I've got a bowling ball in my stomach, I've got a desert in my mouth - it figures that my courage would choose to sell out, now. I've been looking for a savior in these dirty streets, looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets; I've been raising up my hands - drive another nail in. Just what God needs; one more victim. Why do we crucify ourselves? Every day, I crucify myself, and nothing I do is good enough for you
• Roll The Dice by Mickey Avalon - Her Past: Roll the dice; every soul's got a price, for a fene - while you're teen, do things you won't believe. And kids in poverty pull tricks and robberies, so do what you've got to do to get off the street
• Save You by Simple Plan - The World: Take a breath; I pull myself together, just another step until I reach the door. You'll never know the way it tears me up inside to see you - I wish that I could tell you something to take it all away. Sometimes I wish I could save you, and there's so many things that I want you to know; I won't give up till it's over - if it takes me forever, I want you to know

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Archangel Gabriel: "Why is it, when people like you see something see something pure and good and beautiful, that you have to kick it down and drag it through the mud?"

John: "If you have to ask, you'll never understand."

- Hellblazer: Fear And Loathing Part III - Down To Earth

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