Important Announcement

If I may, I would like to leave on a more specific note for my characters, seeing I kind of dropped the bomb on y'all and the ongoings that are... well, going on. But first: everyone, I appreciate your kindness. No, wait––THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR A GLORIOUS SEND-OFF! I LOVE YOU ALL, I HAVE SUCH GREAT MEMORIES FROM THIS SITE, AND TO EACH AND EVERY MEMBER (including the newbies; I think of you, too, of course!)...

And, if nothing else:

CARPE DIEM!
(Seize the Day)

It's a short reply to all of your kind awesomeness, but as you have expressed ever-so-graciously and seem to do really understand, my time is short (on the computer, that is), and after reading my post I realise just how crazy my emotions and whack-with-poo-brain mind. Therefore, I'm going to try and set a bit of organisation. JàK sported a great idea; I'm just going to take that a little farther. One of these days, an "Afterword" for my characters may pop up somewhere, either with the words on fire, the action electrifying, an ending soaked with blood, or a promising monologue dusted with white stage-powder.

For my dearest Ignite, I'd like her to have just never happened, seeing that even though she was going somewhere, that journey was new enough to not be mourned.

In accordance to the heinous shadowmancer, Fake: in short and pretty much dittoing JàK, Fake's "disappearance" will be completely random, unpredicted, and just plain frightening. No records, no traces, and L.A.W. will never speak a word of his whereabouts (whether in life or in death), because they don't know what happened to him, either.

Backlash: This girl was bound to fried from the moment she betrayed the Teen Titans, her Mum, and herself. Originally, I had planned for her to keep going on in Jump but eventually return to Poland. Now, she is doing just that, only with a stricter set of views: her jurisdiction lies in Poland and in Poland only. Between attending raves and beating up a neighborhood loner/"friend," Sock-o, Backlash has effectively doubled as that lightning-whip chick who shows up and whoops bad-guy butt when there are humans in direct danger (in other words: all the time) and the back-door production "company" of the most innovative new futuristic inventions, ranging anywhere from a robot dog with a vacuum as a tail, a tricked-out hydro-car, or even an airplane that shoots out fireworks and self-destructs solely because she can pull it off and still make money.

And lastly but not least, Honest: Here's a kicker: Liev's ending ends well. This is probably the only defined, solid, actually legitimately positive ending to any of my characters (and the darkest of my creativity's reapings, no less!) Quick! Antici–
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-pation moment! Honest gets married. (Good lord, now we know that Noah's gone completely 'round the bend!) No, no, I kid with the 'round the bend thing, but Liev does get married (and to a woman, mind you.) Her name is Kady Isaacs, she’s a single mother, artistic, witty, and cool-toned young woman who is very mellow, very insightful, and very non-judgmental. Kady goes by the pseudonym (not codename; she’s not a super) of "Serendipity" after her belief that even if there's meaning to everything that happens in life, the receiver's reaction to said principle is completely indefinite, possibly accidental, but always a chance for a change. Annnnnnnnd, yes, I said (previously) single mother. Honest has a kid, in an indirect way. Will just leave it as that, and let your imaginations run wild with what that would be like. Oh, and...

Spoiler:

Cíao,
Arrivederci, too,
Auf Wiedersehen, as well,
Do Svidaniya,
Tot Ziens, Emblem?
Au revoir,

...so long, fare well.

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LOVE AND GUTS FOR ALL,
~Noah Buchnev,
the paradoxical kid behind the even more paradoxical man-child, “Honest”