Whois 004

Sometimes in the midst of all the devastation you forget the people who were nice to you and who you were nice to, and yet at the most absurd times, all is remembered and forgiven. And perhaps you could have been, perhaps you were, friends after all. Once in a while, I get that feeling with these people who have suffered, striven, succeeded with me.

You see, the secret is that I know you in at least one way. I know your names, that magical essence of being; I knew you before I saw you, in most cases. Somehow, I ended up being guardian of the files, the rows, the columns of your existence in the College of Wyverns.

And here is the next Whois challenge. Did you know I knew? And what did I know?

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At first glance, this slender lady is wary, tentative, wry; at second glance, you find that most of the time she's just having you on. Thinks deep thoughts but would prefer not to, just in case she ends up thinking like that son of a Tibetan yak. She's not quite Elektra: Assassin but she occasionally has dreams along those lines. Often found with another interesting person of totally different appearance, but it's hard to tell which one is the lead and which one is the sidekick. Then again, if she could give you a sidekick, she might. Vulnerable to misfortune (and Harry Potter) but a lot tougher than you think, she also seems to be linked to Manchester City. And maybe Stalin. Has been called a foxy mama in a slinky dress; will try not to invite such comparisons in future. Perhaps.

Who is this?

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Note: It always seems dangerous to do this kind of thing. If the person concerned feels this should be edited somewhat, do let me know via email. You know where to find me. Despite the fact that I don't tag your blog. Heh.