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Character Therapy

Riley’s Second Base Talk

Originally posted 27-June-2009

Frankie: *sits down on edge of office chair* Okay. So, you want to tell me what you were talking about the other night? You, um, you and Rune have been doing…*shrug*…what again?

Riley: *perches on edge of bed and plays with scarf* We…*gets dreamy look* We kissed.

Frankie: Was there petting? Touching? Feeling? *mouth stuck in open position* Anything else?

Riley: *smile widens* Well, there was…touching. You, know, when you kiss, there’s normally touching. I know I don’t have to tell you that.

Frankie: *shaking head* Uh, no! Ri! What did I say when I introduced Rune to the story? What did I say?

Riley: Frankie, you’re not my mother, so just chill.

Frankie: No. I’m not going to just “chill”. I told you and Rune that there would be no touchy-touchy, no feely-feely, no kissy-kissy, no licky-licky.

Riley: Yeah, you said that. But guess what? You’re just some strange person who’s telling our story. You’re not real.

Frankie: I’M not real?

Riley: You’re not going to tell my mom, are you?

Frankie: *doing fish face*

Riley: Because that would be wickedly uncool and I won’t tell you anything anymore.

Frankie: You didn’t–*hands flailing*

Riley: *are-you-kidding-me expression* How dumb do you think I am? Look, *hops off bed* you think you’re this big adult and that you have all the say over my life. But guess what? You’re not my mom. You’re just some nut. I don’t care what you say. I’m going to do whatever I want whenever I want. If I decide to–

Frankie: No-no-no! *stands up* No! You are not–

Riley: *raises hands and storms out of room* I’m outta here. If you’re going to freak out every time I tell you that we kiss– *the door slams shut*

Frankie: *sigh* Well, that went well.


Chronicles of Ri – Meet the Characters

Originally published 18-May-2009


Hey!  I’m Riley and eventually, Frankie’s going to add a page so that I can talk to you and tell you a bit about what’s actually happening in the series and stuff because, you know what?  Who knows more about what’s going on in the story?  Her or me?

Weeeeeellll, I’m going to go out on a limb and say me because I’m actually living this life.

But she’d argue that she dreamt up my life.

And I’d argue that if a tree fell in the woods while no one was around to hear it, does it mean that it fell down or not.

And then she’d be completely lost…

Well, so are you, but hey!  Guess what?  I won!


I’m Ri’s little sister. In all the blurbs and stuff, Frankie keeps kicking me out!

She says she’s going to write me a series of my own, but what could I do that’d top saving two worlds?

*frown*  Not much.

I could find and then save three worlds.

*grin*  Yeah! *fistbump*


 I’d rather keep myself a mystery to you.  Maybe after awhile, I’ll–*scuffs toe*

Yeah, so, I don’t know.

Um, nice to meet you.

And, no!  I’m not going to set Ri on fire!


My name is Brenn-A.  Say it with me.  B-R-E-N-N-A!  I don’t know what’s so hard about the “A” bit, but…*shakes head*  First Frankie started in on it and then Ri picked it up and now everyone’s calling me Brenn.

Sigh.  I think it’s a lost cause.

Anyway, I’m Ri’s best friend.  I was oober excited when she told me she’s an alien, but what are friends for, right?  We accept our friends for who they are and try and help them do their best.  Of course, now, she’s a sword-welding warrior girl on another world!

Wow!  How’d that happen?

Oh!  And I do NOT have purple hair.  There were just too many of us with dark brown/black hair and she asked me if I would…and…hey!  Purple hair is fun.


Apparently, I didn’t fit on the header, so Frankie kicked me off.  Well, there’s a bunch of us.  But I’m Daisy and by book 2, I guess you could say that Riley and I have finally become friends.

She stole Rune, so that was kinda hard for me to swallow.  He’s been MY crush since we were in kindergarten and he used to steel my crayons.

But now, I mostly hang out with her (Ri) and Brenn and Kat.

Kat’s my pal.  I’m teaching to use her bow.  She is one great kid!  LOVE her!

Anyway, I’ve got to get back to my studies.  I just know that there’s going to be a pop quiz in history tomorrow and I am not going to get caught with a B.  I don’t care if we’re saving two worlds or not.


I’m a centaur and Riley’s guard while she goes through school.  While she’s still going to school when she’s got a world to save, I don’t know.

But you want to know how I can go to school with her, don’t you.  Yeah.

It’s this thing with the Veil, the thing that separates your world from mine.  I’m technically two of your creatures–horse and human.  So I’m one by day and the other by night.

All right, well.  I’m severely bored now and have to go on patrol.

You.  Don’t get Ri into any more trouble.

Mom (Cierra Courlin)

Welcome to the insane asylum!

Everyone together!

“They’re coming to take me away. Haha!

They’re coming to take me away. Hehe, hoho.

To the happy home!  Where life is beautiful all the time!

And I’ll be happy to see those nice young men in their clean white coats!

And they’re coming to take me away.  Haha!”

Trust me!  When all these hoodlums are at the house, that’s what I sing!

OH!  And for those of you who don’t know, I’m Ri’s and Kat’s mom.  Though…everyone else calls me Mom, too.  However!  If you’re older than I am–*gives the sharp Mom look*–you can call me Cierra.  Or Cessy.

And, Rune?  *very quiet voice*  You’d better not set fire to my daughter.  If you do…I’ll know you were kissing and you know what I said about kissing…


Geez!  Would you look at me?  I’m starting to look like an old man.

I’m Riley and Katlyn’s dad.  I was just re-introduced into their lives very recently, so things are…well, they’re interesting.  Sometimes, I feel a little like the third wheel–or the twelfth wheel in this case.  But…

*sigh*  You should meet those girls.  They’re really something.

I–*shuffles feet*–am from the other dimension.  The girls really aren’t aliens.  I honestly don’t understand where they’re even getting that from.  Our dimension’s just a little…different, is all.  *hides smile*

Well, I don’t want to embarass Riley anymore than I already have, so I’d better get going.  Besides, I have to go make sure nothing horrible–like an elemental ex-girlfriend who wants to kill my daughter–crosses over to this realm.  That…would not be good.

*takes Cessy away for a moment*  Hon, what did we talk about?  We are NOT going to scare the poor kid.

Getting Advice From Invisible Adults – Character Therapy

Originally published 8-May-2009

Dexx: *walks in door* What the hell was that?

Frankie: That was Riley telling me I had no business butting into her More-Than-Snogging business.

Dexx: More-than–What? Riley? Are you sure?

Frankie: *hands in air*

Dexx: Which one? Rune or Kes–

Frankie: Rune. Trust me. There’s nothing going on between her and Kestral.

Dexx: Try telling that to Kes. *leans against closet door*

Frankie: *shakes head* He’s not even interest–

Dexx: I could go kick his butt.

Frankie: *rolls eyes and flops back in chair* If we were talking about Rune and not Riley, this’d be a completely different conversation.

Dexx: *narrows eyes*

Frankie: Don’t give me that look. You know it’s the truth. You’d be all like, “You go, boy. You’re 17 now. It’s time to be a man.”

Dexx: No I–*shoves hands in pockets* I’d say that behind your back.

Frankie: *nods* Exactly. She’s just so…*slouches in chair* She reminds me of my oldest.

Dexx: You’ve got a long ways to go before she gets to that age.

Frankie: Yeah, I know, but–*crosses ankle over knee* That’s kinda not the point.

Dexx: Look, you can’t treat Riley like she’s your daughter. You can go ape-nuts with your daughter–

Frankie: *shakes head* But–

Dexx: *holds up hand* –and you’ll get that chance, but Riley comes to you as a friend.

Frankie: *head flopping around in a yes, no, I-don’t-know* Yeah, but I’m the responsible adult and she’s the kid.

Dexx: You’ve got to stop seeing her as a kid. *quirks lips*

Frankie: *rolls eyes*

*Bal and Paige enter the room*

Bal: So, I take it the talk didn’t go so well.

Frankie: I tried…to stay calm. I mean…kinda. It just–she started to–and then–well, things didn’t go well.

Paige: *chuckles* I don’t think I’ll ever get that–

Dexx: *slashes hand* Both of you! You’ll both get the chance to have this conversation with your daughters. Would you just–

Paige: *ignores Dexx* So, if she were your daughter, what do you think you’d do?

Frankie: Strap an iron chastity belt around her nether regions, purchase a sawed off shot gun, and go for target practice.

Dexx: *winces* Ouch. Remind me not to piss you off.

Bal: You realize that if you tell her no, it will–

Frankie: *nods* I know. Make it that more exciting. But third base isn’t that far behind second.

Dexx: Dude, he made to second base?

Frankie: *pained expression and a nod*

Dexx: That’s it. I’m going to go kick is a– *stomps out the door*

Paige: Do you seriously think that’ll help?

Frankie: Hey, it worked on Bones when Booth did the whole “I’m an FBI agent and I know how to find you if you touch her or her or–”

Paige: Oooooh, I’m so gonna have to use that.

Frankie: If Dexx doesn’t do it first.

*something crashes in the living room, followed by a thud and a “Hey, man! What the–“*

Frankie: So do I tell Sahara?

Bal and Paige: No!

Paige: But! If it’s Leah, yes!

Bal: If it’s Leah, most definately no!

Paige: *gives Frankie the International MomUnderstands look*

Frankie: *nods* Okay. So I need to apologize…and–

Paige: –stop flipping out and–

Bal: –relax and let Sahara be the mom.

Frankie: But if she doesn’t know–

Bal: She’s still the mom and you’re the confident.

Frankie: *frowns* Okay. I guess I should go find her.

*when Frankie goes into the living room, it’s trashed, like beyond normal. The lamp is on the floor. The TV is askew, and one of the many boxes of books stacked 6′ high has crashed onto the floor. Luckily, there was enough duct tape that the books are still IN the box. The bad news is, it was probably loud enough that the downstairs neighbors will complain*

Frankie: *goes out the front door and finds Riley on the stairs* Can I sit here?

Riley: *shrugs*

Frankie: Look, I just wanted to–*jumps a little when the icy cold seeps through her thin running pants*–apologize. Sometimes I forget that I’m an adult, but not your mom. I just worry.

Riley: Yeah, well, me too. I mean, that I forget, you know. So, sorry.


Frankie: You’re not thinking about–you know, doing it with–*hiccup*–well, with anyone right now, are you?

Riley: Are you nuts? Let’s forget for one minute that my dad is excellent with the long bow or that my mom could take me out with a thought.

Frankie: Well, yeah. There is that.

Riley: It’s not–It’s not something that I’m going to go out and just, you know, do. Mom–you know, she had “the talk” with me and I completely get it. It was a good talk. I get where she’s coming from.

Frankie: *nods* That’s great, but what happens when the kissing gets a little too intense and then there’s the touching and the feeling and the–*words get stuck*–the other stuff. How are you going to just stop?

Riley: Well–*looks at Frankie and smiles* I’ve got your voice in my head.

Frankie: *laughs* That’s…um, that’s funny.

Riley: Yeah.

*silence. Car drives by, kicking up the snow/sleet that’s falling*

Frankie: So I can trust you.

Riley: Yeah.

Frankie: For now.

Riley: Yeah.

Frankie: And if anything’s about to happen–

Riley: Dexx or Quinn or my mother will kick Rune’s butt.

Frankie: *angelic smile*

Riley: *laughs* Or, okay, you.

Frankie: *long sigh* Okay. Fine. I’ll let it go for now, but no third base! None! No! None…not while you’re in my head!

Riley: Do you know how messed up that is?

Frankie: *snort* Uh, yeah.

*another loud crash is heard coming from inside the apartment*

Frankie: I need to–yeah, go check on that. Catch you later.

*Frankie opens the door to find Rune pinned to the floor by Dexx, his mouth smooshed against the carpet*

Rune: But, Mr. Colter, I didn’t do anything.

Frankie: *closes the door and smiles at the boy* Put the fear in him, Dexx. *steps over them* I’m going to make supper. Anyone else ready for some supper? Chowder sounds great to me.

Girl’s Night – Character Therapy

Originally published 1-May-2009

Okay. These are all the littles in both series. We’ve got from left to right: Brenna, Daisy, Leah, Kat, and Riley. They’re all a part of the Kingdom Series except for Leah. She’s all alone in the Demon Talker Series. In the series, that’s a problem. In my head, not so much because she gets to hang out with the other ladies. So don’t think books right now. No! Just look at them like they’re people because they are.

Just as a side note, all the characters’ pictures are brought to you thanks to CandyBar 4 DollMaker. So when I say I found someone’s face or hair or whatever, that’s what I’m talking about. I highly recommend playing around with it. It’s a lot of fun!

Frankie: Hey! I’m home!

Riley: How was the date?

Frankie: Wouldn’t you like to know.

Brenna: Come on. You gotta tell us.

Frankie: *smiling sigh* Okay. Okay.

*girls clammer around and sit on the bed*

Frankie: He was very nice. He was the perfect gentleman.

Kat: What did you do? The climbing wall? Parachuting?

Daisy: *elbows Kat* People don’t really do that.

Kat: *sends Daisy the Evil Glare of Death*

Frankie: No. We went to dinner…*frowns*…and didn’t eat dinner. We just had ice tea and a nice conversation.

Kat: *hops off bed and starts rummaging through closet* Sounds boring.

Riley: *snorts* So what did you talk about?

Frankie: Just…stuff. This isn’t something we should be talking about anyway. You know?

Brenna: Why not? We’re going to go do this on our own anyway.

Frankie: Hey! Not until you’re forty!

Brenna: *waves her away* You know that we–

Frankie: Don’t even finish that sentence, Girl-child. Don’t.

Brenna: But it’s different with me and Takoda. He’s–

Daisy: *clasps hands to chest* He’s so dreamy.

*two shirts fly through air*

Riley: *clasps hands to chest and leans toward Daisy* And his eyes are so chocolaty.

Daisy: And his hands are so–

Frankie: Hey! What do you know about his hands?

*a brown coat lands with a thud on the floor*

Leah: *giggle*

Daisy: And his hooves are so hard.

Riley: *bites lip* That’s a problem.

Daisy: *pathetic sad face* I know. But he’s just so wonderful, I can overlook anythi–

Brenna: *throws sock* Hey, what about fire boy?

Leah: I need a boy. I don’t care if he’s a horse half the time or if his hair’s on fire–

Riley: *eyebrows raised* That is a problem. The last time–

Frankie: The last time? Are you freakin’ kidding me? When was the last time? What happened?

*thud in the closet*

Kat: *muffled* I’m okay.

Frankie: *glances worriedly at the closet* If anything happened, I’m gonna–

Riley: *rolls eyes* Frankie, you’re not my mom.

Frankie: *fish face (mouth opens, mouth closes, mouth opens, mouth closes)* So?

Invisible People

Originally published 9-Apr-2009


Hey, everyone! I’m Ri. I’m taking up a lot of Frankie’s time lately, which is fine by me. I’m ready to get this party started.

I’m 15 and I’m a sleeping Keeper, whatever that means. I have really cool powers and I’m just now learning how to use them. WHOOP!

I’m currently having boy problems. I have these two really GREAT okay guys that are really HOT kinda cute that I like. The only problem is that they’re both going to live for like forEVER and one of them is a horse.


*ignores Mom calling* Anyway, we’re working to save the–

*Mom’s yelling gets really loud*

COMING! So, like I was saying–

*Mom yells the word “NOW!”*

Yeah, okay. You’d think as a mc, I’d get more face time. Apparently not. Anyway, see ya!


Hey! I’m Kat, Ri’s sister. She thinks I’m a pain in the butt, but I’m not. I’m just adorable.

*shocked look* Hey, it’s my story! *giggle*

I’m 11 and Mom keeps wondering how in the world I grew up so fast. How else? I ate that green leafy icky stuff she keeps trying to feed me. I keep telling her that if she’d just stop that, I’d stop growing.

She’s not really listening to me.

Anyway, boys are gross and I loooooooove making fun of Ri and her boy troubles. She’s soooooo got cooties. *giggle*

Anyway, I have to go. *eye roll* Mom’s calling. I forgot to do my math homework. I hate math. I loathe math. I despise math.

Yes, I just channeled my inner Mom. Tehehe.


Hey, I’m Detective Paige Ansley. I’m a homicide detective and a demon talker. My entire family is full of witches, even my niece and nephew. I adopted a child and guess what? He turned out to be “gifted” too.

I’m a magnet for chaos and baddies.

I love my job. I love helping people and working with people. Cases come to me when someone’s dead, and I can’t help them. But I can help those who have survived. That’s a very good feeling.

Dexx and I are on the off again thing, which is okay with me. I’ve got my hands full with my daughter, Leah, and my adopted son, Bobby. I’m living with my grandmother, sister, brother-in-law and their three kids, and my two brats. *shakes head* (It’s a VERY big house.) And I think my sister’s prego…again! She’s like a baby machine or something.

Anyway, I’ve been–

WHAT?! Dang it, Leah! What did I tell you about giving Bobby cheese? *wince* Ah crap. I gotta go. I think Bobby just vomited all over Leah. Ewwwww.


Duuuuude–*chuckle*–that is just seriously nasty. I am sooooo glad we’re on the “off” again part of our relationship right now. Means I am OFF diaper and barf duty. Score.

I’m a demon hunter and am currently workign with Paige on her special crimes unit. Fun. We’re busy chasing down something that likes skin. *shiver* Gross. Sometimes, the job perks aren’t too perky.

But then again?

Oh, hey, ladies…you made me a pie? My favorite. Let’s talk.


Hello. My name is Syn. I live on another planet called Illona.

I come from a long line of tribal leaders. My father is the leader of the Arabian Air Tribe, and my mother is the leader of the Japanese Water Witches. Both of my parents taught me how to use this magnificent instrument I call a brain, and so I have lived a wonderful life in my short 16 years so far.

The Hands murdered my mother and tried to imprison my father. As Haji would say, I might be brilliant, but I’m equally passionate and lead with my heart more than my brain.

I’m still attempting to assess if this is a compliment or an insult. He is my best friend and dear chum, but he is not nearly as kind as he should be, I think.

It was a pleasure to meet you. Now, if you will excuse me, I think Paige has invited me to dine with her and Alma tonight in a strange place called Texas. I am…intrigued.

Until we meet again.

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