Oh. Well today I learned something new :)
And I actually didn't get your explanation for a few seconds. I was just staring at it and wondering, "What's wrong with that?" Then it hit me. (I can be rather literal-minded sometimes.)
I guess this means I can stop trying to figure out how a reflection could get schizophrenia.
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...How does that even work?
Heh. Sebastian was schizophrenic in the story he was originally written for, but here he's not; I thought giving him a possibly supernatural stalker was bad enough. I did make it look like one of his hallucinations though.
I think I got a bit carried away with the bio...
I hate seeing a power go to waste...
Aw man, I wanted to do telekinesis...
Nevermind: I came up with two powers! I couldn't decide which to use, so I'm submitting the weirder one. If it's not acceptable, I can use the other one.
Name: Beatrice Simms
Age: 16
Appearance:
She is of average height and weight and dresses causally, in jeans and shirts. Sometimes she decides to dress better. This usually results in strange colour combinations (neon green and orange), too many accessories or completely different styles of clothes worn together (a frilly blouse with acid-washed jeans and jewelled flats). Or, if she's feeling particularly adventurous, all three at once.
Personality: Beatrice is quiet, studious and analytical, believing that the best way to solve a problem is always through careful study and methodical implementation of a solution. In a conversation she is typically passive, smiling and following the flow of speech. The only exceptions are when someone says something she knows to be wrong or logically unsound. When this happens, she feels compelled to correct them, making her come across as a know-it-all. She has tried to change this by copying the mannerisms and speech patterns of those she perceives to be more popular, with varying degrees of success. She may also attempt to do this with anyone she talks to, though usually not to the extent that they realise it.
She is also rather literal-minded, and has difficulty understanding sarcasm and rhetorical questions as a result. It is a generally not a good idea to ask a question you don't want her to answer.
Ability: Beatrice's ability appears to be intangibility, phasing and levitation. She can remain intangible for up to five seconds at a time, phase through walls up to two metres thick and levitate up to one metre off the ground with no time limit.
Her real power is slightly more complicated. Beatrice is able to induce "waking lucid dreams" in herself. In them, she cannot read, speak or recognise faces. However, she can see people's states of mind, represented with rather literal symbolism. For example, someone worried because of trouble at work may appear buried in paperwork, or have a cloud of imps with the face of the person causing the trouble flying around their heads. This is currently limited to surface thoughts or major preoccupations. When she shifts out of the "dream", she gains the powers in the above paragraph for three times the duration she remained in it.
Using her power also provides all benefits of both REM and non-REM sleep. This is a good thing as it has replaced her ability to sleep normally, activating when she falls asleep and deactivating when she wakes up. Whenever she sleeps, her power leaves her in a dream version of her surroundings. She can go to any place she has been in the past twenty-four hours, and she can read, but only books or papers she currently owns. Her real body remains where it is, but to her it feels as if she had not gone to sleep at all. The only way to tell is by trying to speak.
In theory, with hard work and practice she should be able to combine the different aspects of her power while awake, leaving her with all of their benefits and none of their weaknesses. In reality, this is all but impossible and would be extremely damaging to her sanity, not least because it would completely remove her ability to sleep.
Reason For Acceptance: Scholarship
Brief Background: Beatrice's parents hold high positions in their respective companies. This resulted in them not having as much time to spend with their only child as they would have liked, leading them to spend on extravagant family outings and holidays. Still, Beatrice seemed to appreciate them, and never once showed resentment at their hectic schedule. They were grateful for this, and that she showed no interest in boys, or in hanging out at the mall after school.
This changed three months ago when she began behaving erratically and appearing disoriented in school. In reality, her powers had manifested and she was trying to avoid sleeping as much as possible, unsure whether she was awake or asleep at any given time. After two weeks, she walked out in the middle of a dodgeball game during P.E., phasing through the ball and the walls of the gym in the process. Her parents were surprised as they were both genetically normal, but remained supportive of her. Their doctor said that Beatrice's disorientation was due to perceiving other people's thoughts around her constantly, and her parents wanted to pull her out of school until she could cope. Beatrice refused and taught herself how to distinguish between her sleeping and waking periods. She also used the extra time in her day to study, and managed to secure a scholarship to the U.L.T.R.A Academy. Her parents were concerned at first but the acceptance letter won them over, and they agreed to let her transfer.
Other:
-Her parents send her a rather large allowance each week (about 80 dollars). She still has no interest in shopping, but they insist on making sure she has enough to buy whatever she needs. She's been saving the money left; she's not sure what she'll need it for but it's there, just in case.
-She doesn't like literature. Books are fine; it's the subject she can't stand. This is more because of her literal mindset than anything else.
Nevermind: I came up with two powers! I couldn't decide which to use, so I'm submitting the weirder one. If it's not acceptable, I can use the other one.
Name: Beatrice Simms
Age: 16
Appearance:
She is of average height and weight and dresses causally, in jeans and shirts. Sometimes she decides to dress better. This usually results in strange colour combinations (neon green and orange), too many accessories or completely different styles of clothes worn together (a frilly blouse with acid-washed jeans and jewelled flats). Or, if she's feeling particularly adventurous, all three at once.
Personality: Beatrice is quiet, studious and analytical, believing that the best way to solve a problem is always through careful study and methodical implementation of a solution. In a conversation she is typically passive, smiling and following the flow of speech. The only exceptions are when someone says something she knows to be wrong or logically unsound. When this happens, she feels compelled to correct them, making her come across as a know-it-all. She has tried to change this by copying the mannerisms and speech patterns of those she perceives to be more popular, with varying degrees of success. She may also attempt to do this with anyone she talks to, though usually not to the extent that they realise it.
She is also rather literal-minded, and has difficulty understanding sarcasm and rhetorical questions as a result. It is a generally not a good idea to ask a question you don't want her to answer.
Ability: Beatrice's ability appears to be intangibility, phasing and levitation. She can remain intangible for up to five seconds at a time, phase through walls up to two metres thick and levitate up to one metre off the ground with no time limit.
Her real power is slightly more complicated. Beatrice is able to induce "waking lucid dreams" in herself. In them, she cannot read, speak or recognise faces. However, she can see people's states of mind, represented with rather literal symbolism. For example, someone worried because of trouble at work may appear buried in paperwork, or have a cloud of imps with the face of the person causing the trouble flying around their heads. This is currently limited to surface thoughts or major preoccupations. When she shifts out of the "dream", she gains the powers in the above paragraph for three times the duration she remained in it.
Using her power also provides all benefits of both REM and non-REM sleep. This is a good thing as it has replaced her ability to sleep normally, activating when she falls asleep and deactivating when she wakes up. Whenever she sleeps, her power leaves her in a dream version of her surroundings. She can go to any place she has been in the past twenty-four hours, and she can read, but only books or papers she currently owns. Her real body remains where it is, but to her it feels as if she had not gone to sleep at all. The only way to tell is by trying to speak.
In theory, with hard work and practice she should be able to combine the different aspects of her power while awake, leaving her with all of their benefits and none of their weaknesses. In reality, this is all but impossible and would be extremely damaging to her sanity, not least because it would completely remove her ability to sleep.
Reason For Acceptance: Scholarship
Brief Background: Beatrice's parents hold high positions in their respective companies. This resulted in them not having as much time to spend with their only child as they would have liked, leading them to spend on extravagant family outings and holidays. Still, Beatrice seemed to appreciate them, and never once showed resentment at their hectic schedule. They were grateful for this, and that she showed no interest in boys, or in hanging out at the mall after school.
This changed three months ago when she began behaving erratically and appearing disoriented in school. In reality, her powers had manifested and she was trying to avoid sleeping as much as possible, unsure whether she was awake or asleep at any given time. After two weeks, she walked out in the middle of a dodgeball game during P.E., phasing through the ball and the walls of the gym in the process. Her parents were surprised as they were both genetically normal, but remained supportive of her. Their doctor said that Beatrice's disorientation was due to perceiving other people's thoughts around her constantly, and her parents wanted to pull her out of school until she could cope. Beatrice refused and taught herself how to distinguish between her sleeping and waking periods. She also used the extra time in her day to study, and managed to secure a scholarship to the U.L.T.R.A Academy. Her parents were concerned at first but the acceptance letter won them over, and they agreed to let her transfer.
Other:
-Her parents send her a rather large allowance each week (about 80 dollars). She still has no interest in shopping, but they insist on making sure she has enough to buy whatever she needs. She's been saving the money left; she's not sure what she'll need it for but it's there, just in case.
-She doesn't like literature. Books are fine; it's the subject she can't stand. This is more because of her literal mindset than anything else.
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Let's mash up Supernatural Academy with Crime Solving?
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Interest Checks
Interested.
Ryn opened her eyes, blinking blearily. She was in a bed (a bed?) and in a room (when did that happen?). The furniture was adequate for a room of this size, if rather simple in design. What was going on?
The door opened and a woman in a nurse uniform walked in. "Oh good, you're awake. Hurry up, you just missed breakfast." Her tone, however, suggested that she couldn't have cared less.
"Is this a hospital?" Ryn demanded as she got out of the bed. Her clothes had been replaced with lilac scrubs. Yep, definitely a hospital. "Who are you?"
"Your nurse, obviously," the woman replied. "It's time for your medicine."
Ryn's eyes narrowed. "I'm not sick—" She yelped as the nurse jabbed her with a needle.
"What did you do?" But she already knew the answer. The "medicine" raced through her bloodstream, binding to various cells. Dulling her emotions.
She had never bothered to make herself resistant to poisons or sedatives. Holding on to that anger, she reached out mentally to rip apart the air molecules around the nurse's head.
Nothing happened.
What was this? The covalent bonds held fast, despite her best efforts at breaking them. This had never happened before...
Memories returned in a flash. The needle sinking into her neck, insectoid eyes watching impassively as she lost consciousness. Bob!
The nurse didn't seem to notice. "Can't have you crazies starting shit now." She turned and walked to the door. "I'll show you to the cafeteria, and afterwards I'm supposed to give you a tour of the place." She stopped. "Well? Are you coming?"
She should have been furious at being out-maneuvered, but the drug blunted the emotion, reducing it to dull anger. This allowed her to think: why had he sent her to a loony bin?
The answer was obvious. Ryn smiled beatifically and followed the nurse, using her powers to smooth out the tangles in her hair and shape her energy field into wings. It was important to make a good impression.
As it turned out, there was nobody in the cafeteria. At least she didn't have to stand in line. Parts of the selection didn't look edible at all, though. What kinds of freaks stayed here?
She'd carefully selected her meal so it had all the components of a balanced diet. If she'd had her auxiliary mouths, she could have tested her meal for drugs. For now, she'd just have to rely on her taste buds. The food got no reaction from her nurse, which annoyed her. Would a crazy person care what they ate?
Then again, she wouldn't expect her escape to be that easy.
At least they had a library. Their selection was mind-boggling; she'd be thrilled if it weren't for the fact that this was a mental hospital. They even had all the scientific journals from the annual flesh-crafting competition on Videnis, though she only needed the ones dating from five years ago onwards. She had to get ideas, after all.
The music room had an equally wide selection, and the Great Room reminded her of some ballrooms her clients and targets had. They was even a gymnasium and recreation room, all well-equipped. They didn't spend nearly as much money on hiring staff, if her nurse was any indication.
Eventually, it was time to return to the cafeteria for lunch. A few patients were already eating; two blood bags of a silvery liquid floated to a table as she watched. Ryn frowned. If all the patients had powers like her, she'd need to be careful. She had no intention of starting anything she couldn't win.
She stopped by the table after selecting another nutritious and balanced meal (salad with baked chicken breast and an apple as a snack). A girl with a bandaged eye and a white-haired woman were sitting there. Ryn scrutinised the girl, thinking. If she offered to heal her eye, the benefits were obvious: gratitude and a potential ally. On the other hand, she wasn't keen on revealing her bio-manipulation abilities to the staff.
"What happened to your eye?" She asked as she sat next to them.
The door opened and a woman in a nurse uniform walked in. "Oh good, you're awake. Hurry up, you just missed breakfast." Her tone, however, suggested that she couldn't have cared less.
"Is this a hospital?" Ryn demanded as she got out of the bed. Her clothes had been replaced with lilac scrubs. Yep, definitely a hospital. "Who are you?"
"Your nurse, obviously," the woman replied. "It's time for your medicine."
Ryn's eyes narrowed. "I'm not sick—" She yelped as the nurse jabbed her with a needle.
"What did you do?" But she already knew the answer. The "medicine" raced through her bloodstream, binding to various cells. Dulling her emotions.
She had never bothered to make herself resistant to poisons or sedatives. Holding on to that anger, she reached out mentally to rip apart the air molecules around the nurse's head.
Nothing happened.
What was this? The covalent bonds held fast, despite her best efforts at breaking them. This had never happened before...
Memories returned in a flash. The needle sinking into her neck, insectoid eyes watching impassively as she lost consciousness. Bob!
The nurse didn't seem to notice. "Can't have you crazies starting shit now." She turned and walked to the door. "I'll show you to the cafeteria, and afterwards I'm supposed to give you a tour of the place." She stopped. "Well? Are you coming?"
She should have been furious at being out-maneuvered, but the drug blunted the emotion, reducing it to dull anger. This allowed her to think: why had he sent her to a loony bin?
The answer was obvious. Ryn smiled beatifically and followed the nurse, using her powers to smooth out the tangles in her hair and shape her energy field into wings. It was important to make a good impression.
As it turned out, there was nobody in the cafeteria. At least she didn't have to stand in line. Parts of the selection didn't look edible at all, though. What kinds of freaks stayed here?
She'd carefully selected her meal so it had all the components of a balanced diet. If she'd had her auxiliary mouths, she could have tested her meal for drugs. For now, she'd just have to rely on her taste buds. The food got no reaction from her nurse, which annoyed her. Would a crazy person care what they ate?
Then again, she wouldn't expect her escape to be that easy.
At least they had a library. Their selection was mind-boggling; she'd be thrilled if it weren't for the fact that this was a mental hospital. They even had all the scientific journals from the annual flesh-crafting competition on Videnis, though she only needed the ones dating from five years ago onwards. She had to get ideas, after all.
The music room had an equally wide selection, and the Great Room reminded her of some ballrooms her clients and targets had. They was even a gymnasium and recreation room, all well-equipped. They didn't spend nearly as much money on hiring staff, if her nurse was any indication.
Eventually, it was time to return to the cafeteria for lunch. A few patients were already eating; two blood bags of a silvery liquid floated to a table as she watched. Ryn frowned. If all the patients had powers like her, she'd need to be careful. She had no intention of starting anything she couldn't win.
She stopped by the table after selecting another nutritious and balanced meal (salad with baked chicken breast and an apple as a snack). A girl with a bandaged eye and a white-haired woman were sitting there. Ryn scrutinised the girl, thinking. If she offered to heal her eye, the benefits were obvious: gratitude and a potential ally. On the other hand, she wasn't keen on revealing her bio-manipulation abilities to the staff.
"What happened to your eye?" She asked as she sat next to them.
Guess I'll post my character sheet here too. Hello everyone!
Name: Ryn
Species: Hyper-butterfly
Gender: Identifies as female
Age: 31
Mental Illness: Narcissistic personality disorder, paranoia
Appearance: Ryn appears as a woman in her twenties of average height with completely symmetrical features. She is lightly and evenly tanned with waist-length brown hair and electric blue eyes. Her body is extremely lean with very well-defined muscles. She has long arms and legs, and her fingers and toes appear slender and delicately formed. While the rest of her body may undergo slight alterations from day to day, her face never changes; she appears proudest of her high cheekbones and heart-shaped lips. The energy fields which are her true form extend from her back and span two metres in total. They have no fixed shape, but she is fond of forming them into multiple pairs of angel wings. They change colour frequently.
History: Ryn's homeworld was extremely advanced, with humans colonising several planets in the galaxy. She was born on one of the more remote worlds as the only child of parents who worked in the mines. Her childhood was relatively uneventful, with most of her time being spent in the community education centre with other children her age. She showed talent in, if not making friends, at least gathering followers. She led her group in bullying the other children but stopped when she realised that none of them were interesting enough to be worth her time and attention. She transformed when she was 18 and found work as a smuggler. She worked her way up the ranks quickly but it was not enough for her. She killed her boss when she was 21 and stole his ship, becoming a mercenary instead and building up her own crew. Her recklessness and delusions of grandeur grew over time, but not enough to affect her ability to complete jobs. Rumours of her exploits eventually reached the galactic government, which sent a hyper-butterfly officer to investigate.
As it turned out, he was the only one who ever came close to capturing her several times. His name was Bob and he had chosen an insectoid form for himself, compound eyes and all. He said that having four arms was convenient, but it gradually became clear that he shared her distaste for the ordinary and thirst for adventure. Needless to say, she was intrigued. This turned out to be her undoing, as he was able to catch her off-guard and sedate her in their last confrontation. His orders were to take her to government headquarters to be imprisoned, but he placed some blocks on her powers and brought her to Osmond's Institute instead.
Personality: Ryn enjoys showing off and proving her superiority over others, feeling that ordinary people are beneath her. She believes that everyone should admire her, but if not, their fear and cautious respect will suffice. She is scornful of those who dislike her and treat her with perceived disrespect, and will retaliate by any means within her power. Indifference frustrates her, and she will be driven to make them either admire or fear her. She can be surprisingly considerate to people who flatter or respect her, but will become suspicious of their motives and turn vindictive quickly.
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Fears: Being outsmarted and humiliated, losing to others.
Capabilities:
-Biological manipulation: Ryn can control any biological matter in the vicinity of her "wings". This is currently limited to affecting herself. Flesh and muscle can be formed quickly, but materials like bone or teeth take longer and are usually taken from elsewhere in her body. Ryn mostly uses this to keep her body in good condition and occasionally make some unsettling modifications (like tiny mouths on her fingertips). She needs to understand how any modifications would work before carrying them out. For example, if she wanted to eat through mouths on her hands, she would need to design a way for them to digest food and release the nutrients into her body.
-Controlling intermolecular bonds: Due to mental blocks placed by Bob, this is limited to altering phase states of various substances. While she can flash boil water and create dry ice, she cannot melt metal or liquidise other gases in air.
Miscellaneous: She keeps herself meticulously clean and well-groomed. Threatening to move her to a room without a shower is a good way to get her to cooperate, as are rewards of hair conditioner and shampoo.
OOC Notes: Ryn does not think of herself as a hyper-butterfly, but as a human with extraordinary powers. Since everyone in the institute has powers, she would not automatically look down on anyone there. However, this will also make her even more keen to prove herself. If a confrontation occurs, she will not back down easily.
Name: Ryn
Species: Hyper-butterfly
Gender: Identifies as female
Age: 31
Mental Illness: Narcissistic personality disorder, paranoia
Appearance: Ryn appears as a woman in her twenties of average height with completely symmetrical features. She is lightly and evenly tanned with waist-length brown hair and electric blue eyes. Her body is extremely lean with very well-defined muscles. She has long arms and legs, and her fingers and toes appear slender and delicately formed. While the rest of her body may undergo slight alterations from day to day, her face never changes; she appears proudest of her high cheekbones and heart-shaped lips. The energy fields which are her true form extend from her back and span two metres in total. They have no fixed shape, but she is fond of forming them into multiple pairs of angel wings. They change colour frequently.
History: Ryn's homeworld was extremely advanced, with humans colonising several planets in the galaxy. She was born on one of the more remote worlds as the only child of parents who worked in the mines. Her childhood was relatively uneventful, with most of her time being spent in the community education centre with other children her age. She showed talent in, if not making friends, at least gathering followers. She led her group in bullying the other children but stopped when she realised that none of them were interesting enough to be worth her time and attention. She transformed when she was 18 and found work as a smuggler. She worked her way up the ranks quickly but it was not enough for her. She killed her boss when she was 21 and stole his ship, becoming a mercenary instead and building up her own crew. Her recklessness and delusions of grandeur grew over time, but not enough to affect her ability to complete jobs. Rumours of her exploits eventually reached the galactic government, which sent a hyper-butterfly officer to investigate.
As it turned out, he was the only one who ever came close to capturing her several times. His name was Bob and he had chosen an insectoid form for himself, compound eyes and all. He said that having four arms was convenient, but it gradually became clear that he shared her distaste for the ordinary and thirst for adventure. Needless to say, she was intrigued. This turned out to be her undoing, as he was able to catch her off-guard and sedate her in their last confrontation. His orders were to take her to government headquarters to be imprisoned, but he placed some blocks on her powers and brought her to Osmond's Institute instead.
Personality: Ryn enjoys showing off and proving her superiority over others, feeling that ordinary people are beneath her. She believes that everyone should admire her, but if not, their fear and cautious respect will suffice. She is scornful of those who dislike her and treat her with perceived disrespect, and will retaliate by any means within her power. Indifference frustrates her, and she will be driven to make them either admire or fear her. She can be surprisingly considerate to people who flatter or respect her, but will become suspicious of their motives and turn vindictive quickly.
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Fears: Being outsmarted and humiliated, losing to others.
Capabilities:
-Biological manipulation: Ryn can control any biological matter in the vicinity of her "wings". This is currently limited to affecting herself. Flesh and muscle can be formed quickly, but materials like bone or teeth take longer and are usually taken from elsewhere in her body. Ryn mostly uses this to keep her body in good condition and occasionally make some unsettling modifications (like tiny mouths on her fingertips). She needs to understand how any modifications would work before carrying them out. For example, if she wanted to eat through mouths on her hands, she would need to design a way for them to digest food and release the nutrients into her body.
-Controlling intermolecular bonds: Due to mental blocks placed by Bob, this is limited to altering phase states of various substances. While she can flash boil water and create dry ice, she cannot melt metal or liquidise other gases in air.
Miscellaneous: She keeps herself meticulously clean and well-groomed. Threatening to move her to a room without a shower is a good way to get her to cooperate, as are rewards of hair conditioner and shampoo.
OOC Notes: Ryn does not think of herself as a hyper-butterfly, but as a human with extraordinary powers. Since everyone in the institute has powers, she would not automatically look down on anyone there. However, this will also make her even more keen to prove herself. If a confrontation occurs, she will not back down easily.
Nature, a voice hissed as the man in blue spoke. More joined in as he went on, all of them sounding disgusted or amused.
—presumptuous fool, all must return to the darkness before; that is truly nature—
—he would roll over and show his belly to anyone like a dog?—
—let us speak to him, chrysalis— High and cruel laughter followed.
Lyarea ignored them, only raising her eyebrow in response. She had heard the magical races were arrogant, but she had never seen this until now. Conversely, the other man was surprisingly moral, if his concern about lives was any indication.
Swords are made for combat, not the slaughter of innocents.
An interesting thought, but something the man in blue had said caught her attention. He has magic?
They can call themselves whatever they please, but the Izzeterine has the gift. You did not ask, chrysalis.
Fine, she thought. What about everyone else in this church?
The reply came nearly immediately. The Pope and his cronies are human, as are the bride and her brother. The person at the doors... A burst of discussion too fast for her to hear, with a snatch of what might have been a poem in a language she didn't know. ...is human. The girl behind the sword—
They fell silent. Lyarea glanced over: she saw nothing behind him, so it must have been the white-haired girl. She seemed normal, if too petite for the enormous lance and shield she carried.
Then the voices started laughing. Not the cruel amusement from earlier; this was genuine. None of them seemed to want to tell her why yet. After a few seconds she turned back to the Pope, wondering what they found so funny.
—presumptuous fool, all must return to the darkness before; that is truly nature—
—he would roll over and show his belly to anyone like a dog?—
—let us speak to him, chrysalis— High and cruel laughter followed.
Lyarea ignored them, only raising her eyebrow in response. She had heard the magical races were arrogant, but she had never seen this until now. Conversely, the other man was surprisingly moral, if his concern about lives was any indication.
Swords are made for combat, not the slaughter of innocents.
An interesting thought, but something the man in blue had said caught her attention. He has magic?
They can call themselves whatever they please, but the Izzeterine has the gift. You did not ask, chrysalis.
Fine, she thought. What about everyone else in this church?
The reply came nearly immediately. The Pope and his cronies are human, as are the bride and her brother. The person at the doors... A burst of discussion too fast for her to hear, with a snatch of what might have been a poem in a language she didn't know. ...is human. The girl behind the sword—
They fell silent. Lyarea glanced over: she saw nothing behind him, so it must have been the white-haired girl. She seemed normal, if too petite for the enormous lance and shield she carried.
Then the voices started laughing. Not the cruel amusement from earlier; this was genuine. None of them seemed to want to tell her why yet. After a few seconds she turned back to the Pope, wondering what they found so funny.
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