I would like to take a moment to thank several major deities for streaming audio radio stations; I have found a station that plays nothing but video game music, and am currently listening to something operatic from Xenosaga. Music from Mystic Quest is coming up next.

Yay! GamingFM. Damn, does this song bring back memories.

So, today in Renegades, Virgil was sent to the Cayman Islands while Spots took his place as the future technomage of the party. Spots in Revolution was the misanthropic double agent working for Haven and the Revolution; he's a fanatic, and in the end he's the one responsible for the collapse of the Tower. That was the biggest spoiler I could ever possibly reveal, so now if I ever write Revolution, the whole thing is ruined for you.

Now Spots is trying to get to the Shadowrealm, at any cost. He's suffering from a curse inflicted by a demon he found on a dig; the only way for him to get it lifted is to find someone in the Shadowrealm willing and able to help. His curse is basically one of sleeplessness and low level paranoia; it does other things, random things, like turning bullets into chickens six times out of fourty-nine or some other strange percentage like that, but that will have to get run by Ai Ling first.

Spots is fun to play because he's got very little consideration for anyone but himself; he's a self-serving opportunistic misanthropist, and he doesn't care who knows it. The only reason he's involved in Nuala and Elle's little group is because he owes Moshe for service rendered immediately after he got hit with the curse, and because he sees them as his quickest way into Shadow. (Ai Ling really needs to set us up with Department 7, because our group just isn't going to go anywhere, otherwise.)

...I love how the scientific name for swordfish basically translates to "sword sword". They're quick little buggers, too; not as big as marlins or basking sharks, but deadly fast anyway. I'm not sure how quick marlins are, but they're related to swordfish...

Bluefin tuna are the largest species of tuna, reaching nearly ten feet in length and over a ton in weight...not spectacular to look at like yellowfins, bonitos, or skipjacks, however.

I'm learning about fish. Yay.

Poor, poor Trent. I haven't even written him, but I love him already. He's just so adorable, in that psychotic, has-no-grip-at-all-on-sanity kind of way. Yay, NaNoWriMo. *joy*