Let's say no more about it!
(Other than to say, perhaps, that this may not be the FINAL artwork, and that maybe the art department need a FEW more days to tweak the colours, and that maybe, possibly, this piece might not even be by the hand of Mr Percival.)
(But let's face it, it's hard to tell the difference, right?)
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*Priya nods, looking anxious, and afraid that she agitated Sir*
*She carefully walks, looking for a lighted window shop*
You're not helpful.
Ravel: *looks at* I may not understand you but I can help in anyway possible. I suggest being careful.
I know what you did. I knew when they told me.
Ravel: and you belived in me the night I called you.
I realize.
Ravel: *has arms around* I do love you
I love you.
Ravel: I'm sorry
*follows Ms. Priya*
Sorry for what?
Ravel: For Aro....for all that's going on. It's hard.
I get it. I know it is.
*She spots a small shop and darts in, quickly walking among the racks of clothing, going through them quickly*
*She appears lost within the sea of clothes- having been rather small-, the only indication of her whereabouts is the occasional clatter of clothes being moved along the metal*
((hugs Adra))
((Um, it should be dinner time, but since Mom's at a thingy, I don't know if Dad's cooking or I'm supposed to, so I'd better go check. Gtg/possibly brb))
((And thanks))
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((Okay Fabi *waves a hankie towards the sunset as Fabi sails away* *Wipes tear* *that one Celine Dion song from the Titanic plays*
Ravel: lay by me? I'm glad we finished what was needed from work. *goes and gently moves Christopher to his crib and comes out laying on the couch bringing Zaf close*
Hey...*laughs*
(Keep it PG, dawg))
*Priya finds acceptable clothing and dashes into a back room, changing*
*She comes out rolling like a pill-bug*
*...In a red flannel and jeans*
*Way to go, Priya -slow claps-*
((I read them, Fabi.
I read everything. *maniacal laugh*))
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(*smirks* They are being PG)
Ravel: I'm just stealing you back....*smirks*
Crazy Irishman
Ravel: you're Irish *kisses cheek* Want me to-
Olivia: *walks out holding her stuffed bunny close* Mommy?
*Priya quickly pays for her clothes, rips the tags off and goes to find Sir again*
((Hey there, Aretha))
(ARETHA!!!!! Hi!!!!
((Okay, apparently I am making dinner, but no one is actually hungry, so I'm here...))
((@Adra XD))
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*Adra gets up, straightening her shirt and walking back to the lab proudly*
*It's empty*
God dammit! *She throws her mug on the ground, and it shatters, and she accidentally cuts her food*
*She throws another cup in anger for her cut foot*
((hugs Ari))
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((I resonate with that Fabi *nods*))
*remains outside the store, awkwardly waiting*
*Priya frowns, walking in circles for her friend*
*She steps out into the road, wishing she could call for him*
(*sighs* we tell my mom put ice on her foot, she wont few hours later the foot hurts worse
*Spots Sir*
*There's the blare of a car horn, as it screeches to avoid her*
*Priya leaps to the side, valiantly hiding behind Sir from the car as people shout and scream at her as they drive off*
((Nods))
((Thinks about clouds))
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*Adra wraps her arm up again over the words, before working on her foot, sitting on the back of a couch, stitching*
Why the hell is this so difficult
I mean
seriously
((Clouds are a rather cumulative thought for me))
...
*looks down at Ms. Priya*
Were you ever taught traffic safety?
(Ari I did wanna still talk to John...I was writing Zavel but Zaf can still go back to being by him
*She just about pleads for her side of her argument* *Gives up before she starts* *She crosses her arms, huffing*
Well, in any case. The garments, Ms. Priya?
*Priys signs* "What about them?" *she glares, then continues* "Don't make fun of me"
(Hola again!)
...
Ms. Priya, all I meant was that they look lovely, and warm.
I'm living the dream
-------------------->
((Clouds are good for so many analogies...))
((I think I'm gonna go now. Bye.))
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*Adra stitches up her foot, then wraps it up*
*She looks for a broom, making sure to not step on more sharp objects*
*She sweeps it up and tosses it in a bin*
*She sighs, then limps back to her board, thinking*
Greetings, Ms. Rose!
My, I am quite envious. I hope you enjoy.
*Priya nods* *She signs* "Thought so. What now?"
(Is that a sandwich, Rose? :P
Bye Fabroooooo)
((Mmmmm))
(OH! I thought that was a singular sandwich, not multiple ones.
Heh.)
Nope, not sandwiches... French toast. While watching Les Mis... I'm happy.
*Grins stupidly*))
Good bye, Ms. Fabienne.
That sounds wonderful, Ms. Rose.
Well, I am not entirely sure, Ms. Priya.
(AH! Okay. I can see that!
Wow, French toast for a French Revolution (whichwasn'ttechnicallyarevolutionbecauseitwasabunchofcollegeboysandonedayimeanitdoesn'treallycountforanythingbutwhatever))
*She looks around*
*Thinks*
*She then points towards a small petting zoo*
(Do you hear the people sing? Lost in the valley of the night it is the music of a people who are climbing towards the light. For the wretched of the earth there is a flame that never dies even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise. They will live again in freedom in the garden of the Lord they will walk behind the ploughshare they will put away the sword the chain will be broken and all men will have their reward!))
...
It seems a bit late for that, Ms. Priya. Unless you are suggesting burglary?
Though I am not sure what one would do with stolen goats, armadillos, and alpacas.
((hugs back))
*sits at the table twelve minutes after the strategic meeting has ended, staring at the figurines on the map with her chin resting on her interlocked fingers* *considers how many people have already died, and how many more will die in the coming months* *considers that these people have families, and that they can't bring each other back, they're just willing to die for the benefit of others* *and they're trusting her strategy* *gets up and leaves for more paperwork*
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*Priya laughs invisibly*
*She points to the 'open 24/7' sign*
*gets up and goes back to the library* (Is John willing to continue from Thursday?
*Adra taps her chin thoughtfully, thinking aloud*
No... I mean- yes, asking could work. Of course it could work...
But as for the names... I fear it will be like playing Jenga...
And then it's the matter of the after-affects on the copy.
*She pinches the bridge of her nose*
AND I have my own son running around trying to kill me. *She looks up to her ceiling* Gods smite me, please
((Hi Death! How are you?
Zaf- Niccolò can do that once I get to a computer))
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... Ah.
But are you certain you wish to go to a petting zoo that advertises itself with neon signs?
(Alright! Yay tell Nic I say thanks...and also I send hugs because he is huggable *is prepared to dodge any knives from him* I shall wait!
*Priya ignores him- makes a point of looking both ways, both sides of the street clear*
*She sets one foot off the crosswalk, and a car comes out of nowhere, almost hitting her*
*She scampers backwards, then hops onto Sir's back* *She sighs*
*Finished eating. Feels proud of herself*
Hey Ari!! I'm... Well, as good as to be expected, I guess. I'm not hungry now, at least... Yourself?))
(Nic and Marissa would get along well, Marissa bites and hits if I try to hug her. And Nic hates hugs too...they would be funny together. Hi. Hi. *laughs* I would pay...
((I'm alright, too.))
*receives a new file* *gets up and leaves, making a few quick phone calls and flits about the Sanctuary*
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*Adra begins pacing to the best of her ability, deep in thought*
...
*walks across the street*
You see, Ms. Priya?
*sits in the library not looking my usual radiant self just working on files*
*Priya shaker her head, then jumps off, dragging him through the door to the petting zoo*
*sighs, and is dragged*
*She quickly runs to the door that leads outside and runs to a small gate, looking at a llama*
*She stands up on the gate, petting it*
(*sighs* Why I can't stand when my mother is hurt or something because she acts like a bitch to everyone over stupid stuff. All we do is try to help her. We get yelled at and ahe picks a fight with my dad...)
*Priya
*leans by the door, and raises his eyebrows*
(Get away from the wall!!!! *Starts crying* Stupid movie...))
*She all but jumps across the hall to look at the zebra*
*She reaches her hand out, and it tries to bite her hand off*
*She gasps and stumbles back as it beings to buck* *She flinches*
((Offers everyone some caprese salad with the good vinegar and olive oil))
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(Oh god...
To the barricades!
Who's there?
FRENCH REVOLUTION
((*Pats Rose's shoulder comfortingly*))
(NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!))
*appears by Zafira* Greetings, my dear. Your very presence is enlightening, as always, however I fear I have precious little time. I am needed elsewhere. I have only several delightful moments to spend with you.
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(*huggles* I understand
((I'll point out again that it wasn't actually a revolution...
The actual revolution was a number of years earlier, which led to complete anarchy, then oligarchy, then napoleon at some point, then monarchy again.
Oh, and Robespierre came in there and killed a shit ton of people via the guillotine.
As much as I love Les Miserables, that's the problem I've always had- it jazzed up what actually happened... It wasn't an actual revolution. It was one battle, and then everyone died.
Yah.))
*smiles and gets up* Hey John. Then I guess I best make the most of this...*hugs* I just don't want to well lose you...
...
*gives the zebra a disapproving stare*
((Meh. For reference:))
*She spots a letter on the table with her name on it* *in moments, she knows who it is*
*She pitches it into the flames of the hearth*
*She sighs, and unwraps her arm, letting her skin 'breathe', not really caring that the words that were cut into her skin are showing*
*She looks closer, noticing how they look inflamed slightly*
*She brushes it off*
Priya side steps, then looks at the giraffe*
*She beckons Sir over*
...
Er, Ms. Priya, I'd rather not. I am not very good around animals, you see...
*Priya shakes her head, and beckons him over again*
*gratefully returns her hug* That is kind of you. Now, what are your questions, my dear?
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(I knew her ankle was worse! Mom wouldn't freakin listen when she came home we told her not to do the tree and to put ice on her ankle, she cursed us and it was like impossible. When you tried to help you got cursed. So we backed off she was looking fine. She didn't put icles on yet and went to sit down told me get her blanket and dad got her ice, she barely made it down to her room...and she wants to take me to church I basically told her off and so did dad...
*Adra gives up, unable to think anymore- rationally*
*She curls up on her sofa, letting herself space out, carefully tracing the lines of the painful words on her arm*
*remains by the door*
I apologize, Ms. Priya, but I insist.
*looks up at him just really unsure* I just...you say it's impossible for me to take your name from Niccolò, but what about the copy? When he's taken all your names he'll be unstable which would make it easier. Except before I can do it I need a memory a very good one of a name being stolen...
*Priya turns, and carefully stands beside him, signing* "Would you like to go?"
Ah, not if you wish to stay, Ms. Priya.
*She pauses, then takes his arm, pulling him from the room and out to the street*
*She nods smartly*
(hello...?)
It is impossible to steal one of my names, Zafira, because all of my names are one, technically speaking. There is no way to separate my name from the others.
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((Hey there, Snow! *waves*))
((Snow! Want some caprese))
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(people! good! now would probably be the time to do my evilness! i'm gonna continue from where i left off earlier)
*shalek side-stepped lea's wide swing and smile broadly* now this i was not expecting. i thought Ms. Stormberg was single.
Lea: guess again *he fades into the background*
Shalek: *smile broadens* so, you're one of the background-blenders? such a hard discipline to learn!
Greetings.
Er, thank you, Ms. Priya.
(say what fabi?)
*Priya nods, then wanders into a shop to get herself some cotton candy*
*clenches fists* Then why is Niccolò trying to seperate himself?! If it isn't possible to get one of you seperate it will be impossible for him either! John...there must be a way. There is never impossible its the determination...I know there is a way but I can't do it alone and Nic is too busy thinking about Adra's plan to even consider what I want to do...*sighs* I can't let someone like you die...it isn't fair you have every right all of you. Just because Niccolò wants to free himself he plans to have all of you die.
((Would you like any caprese salad?))
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((What is a caprese salad?))
( i am not ashamed to say that i don't what that is, fabi. )
*Priya buys herself some cotton candy, and sits down in a little corner*
Lea: *from the other side of the room* you bet. took me all my years until the surge to perfect. *he swings the invisible blade past shaleks ear and slices of the lobe* such a great, amazing ability.
Shalek: *curses slightly as he watches the part of his ear drop to the ground* that was my favorite ear...
Lea: deal with it.
...
*sighs, and approaches Ms. Priya*
Ms. Priya... I must go. Sadly, there is much I need to prepare for, however, the next time we meet, I promise I shall have a surprise for you.
Erm, enjoy your cotton candy.
( oh, and nice pic fab! )
((O.O))
((Fresh mozzarella, tomato slices, basil and a dressing of olive oil and/or vinegar))
((It is delicious.))
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*Priya looks excited and puts her candy away, jumping up and hugging*
*She nods happily, and signs 'thank you'*
(Omg I re-read when I killed Vengeous
((Thanks))
((Ioux: Thank you very much, Ms. Stormberg))
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... Quite.
*opens a gateway, which savages the night air shortly, but quiets when he closes it after him*
*Priya sits down in the edge of the shop, chewing thoughtfully on her cotton candy*
Sadly, on that note, I must depart Blogland for the evening. Good night.
*Adra begins to zones out, her arm falling to the side*
((Goodnight, Sit! *huggles*))
( not a problem. and the salad does sound nice :) )
Shalek: *muttering mostly to himself* why must i get myself in these situations? *to lea* must we do this?
Lea: *bitterly* if you dont like it, you could always lay down and let me kill you.
(bye sir. )
Shalek: i hardly think that is necessary...
Lea: oh, but killing snow was?
Shalek: *dead pan* yes.
Lea: *looses every sense of calm he had left* go to hell. *an invisible sword slices through shaleks chest and he drops to the ground with a slightly shocked expression, dead* never doubt me.
((Bye Sir!))
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( okay, so that went quicker than i ment it to, but i have other plans in need to do. now, you lot will love what i'm about to do... *evil smile* )
Lea: *re-materializes and looks at shaleks body with out emotion* *he wipes his blade off on shalek's cloths, sheaths it and heads back to blogland*
Ravel: *lays on couch until later and goes into bedroom*
( right, i need to know where everyone is. is anyone in blogland right now? )
*Adra begins to lull herself into a sleep, trying to stay awake*
(Adra is in her lab... Although I'm pretty tired and need to sleep son so I don't know how good she'll be))
(Well I wouldnt do anything near Zaf sincd I dont know if Ari vanished and its clear she's distant so Ravel is in Blogland
( i just need to tell people something. well, lea does. )
*lea stumbles out of the woods and looks around blogland, trying to work out where to go*
*he finally decides to go to adra's lab*
*quietly, he knocks on the door*
( okay, i'll tell ravel next)
*Adra snaps out of her reverie, walking to the door*
*She opens the door*
Yesssss?
(Anything Ravel knows Zaf will they are connected mentally, not like Nic was to Ari they can hide thoughts
Lea: *slumps slightly against the door-frame* *he is trying to hold back tears* adra... snow is dead...
*She tears up* Wh...What?
Lea: she.. i found her in the woods a few days ago... i buried her... i didn't want to tell anyone until i found the guy that killed her...
Why the hell did you do that! We know how to bring people back!
Lea: ... i wasn't thinking... for gods sake, i'd just found the woman i loved strangled to death in the woods!
....*quietly* Did you find him?
Lea: yes. he's... dead.
*Her lip wobbles* I don't know if I can still save her...
((Ah shite, I need to go, Snow! I'm so sorry!))
Lea: i'm sorry... i should have thought... *he breaks down* god, why the hell was i so stupid!? *tears are rolling down his cheeks*
( kay! see ya, i'll move to ravel now )
*lea turns and walks away, trying to think of who else to tell*
* lea walks up to the tree house and knocks, trying to compose himself*
( i assume thats where ravel is?)
((Are you still here, Zafira? My apologies for vanishing.))
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(Yes Snow...im sorry
Ravel: *gets door* hello?
(Im here Nic...I will be for a while I can hardly sleep with my Mom likes this....
Lea: *rather shakily* h-hi...
(Guys...I'm really really scared....my Mom twisted her ankle I heard her hobble to the bathroom i got up and went to help her....she asked for advil and water i got her the stuff i guided her to her bed and she's cold and the house is warm she keeps moaning in pain and my dad woke i told him she needs to go to thehospital she wont go and...im scared this isnt normal!
Ravel: hi what can I do for you?
( calm zaf, calm. deep breaths. have you checked for swelling? it might just be bruised...)
Lea: i... did you or anyone you know, know Snow Stormberg?
He doesn't plan to separate himself. Each time he steals a name, there is a sliver left behind. He plans to attempt to be the sliver left behind. I know it isn't fair, my dear. I would live if I could, but Niccolò is not even sure there would be enough of him still in this body, let alone two people. Only one can stay, and I'm not strong enough to overtake him and claim that role. Not all wars can be won with determination alone.
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Fabi watches a piece on the magical chess set (courtesy of MageBay) move into position. She swallows.
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I don't know what else to do...I mean...I have a far fetched idea I could bring you back to life if you died....*is trying to not cry* I know what you did and...*bites lip*
((If she appears to be sick... I suppose I must support what Adra would likely say in this situation, which is to not self-diagnose. I am not there so I cannot properly assess her condition, and I would not advise attempting to do so yourself, either, however if she refuses to see a doctor, any course of action would be difficult.))
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Ravel: my fiance Zafra did why?
(Im trying snow
( it's fine zaf! so long as i let people know. )
Lea: i am... was... her boyfriend... i have some.. bad news... she... snow.. snow died...
(The ankle is swollen my dad even is telling her to go! And I'm supposed to try to take care of her whilst he wotks til 9:30am when I can't carry her or drive if it came to it...im sorry im freaked)
There is, similarly, no way to separate my name from the others in an attempt to revive me. This is why Niccolò swore never to show anyone how to steal a name. It is a dangerous and irreversible process. Not all lost things an be recovered. I could only live at the expense of the lives of every other name.
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( hey. keep it together. if your dad thinks she should go, he might be able to persuade her. )
*bites lip* So basically what I'm told is it's impossible and something tells me Niccolò won't even care to try to help because he swore to never show anyone. Nasically. *looks frustrated* He may as well give up on his copy taking all of you. *something in my eyes can show how upset I am*
Ravel: I...oh my god
((The best way to convince anyone to do anything is being reasonable. Don't raise your voice, if you can help it. Just say calmly. "Mom, you need to go to the hospital," and when she argues, answer back in the same calm voice. People don't like to listen to anyone who yells/complains/sounds frustrated, so just be as calm but firm as you can and try to be above losing your resolve.))
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(We were and my dad told me to go to bed but i kept insisting she needed to go and he told her to and here i am almost 20mim later in bed so is she
Lea: *has tried to keep a straight back all this time but just can't manage it anymore* *he sags slightly* could you... could you please let zafira know? i... i have to go... *he leaves rather shakily, trying to keep it together*
( *hugs zaf* i wish i could help... )
Ravel: She knows. I showed her this and if she wasnt losing her mind on John Smith she'd be reviving Smow
(At this point if she's still this bad i'm fucking calling my brother if im alone with her, he can drive and he is good with insistsmce
( Smow. lol...*is laughing at an inside joke that no bloglandian would understand*)
A tear falls down her cheek
She doesn't even know how long
She was asleep
For weeks
At least
And soon she'll have to say goodbye again
That's why she hasn't really said hello
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He won't give up. This is his best chance. And no matter which of us gets to survive in the end, good people will die. But such is life. Not everyone can be saved. And your energies would be better spent, much as I relish each moment I spend with you, on looking after the lives of your citizens. There is a war on, Zafira, and more good men have already perished in it than will die as a result of anything that happens to Niccolò.
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( fabi, what evil are you planing?)
((Hello, Fabienne.))
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((“Everybody knows that everybody dies. But not every day. Not today. Some days are special. Some days are so, so blessed. Some days, nobody dies at all. Now and then, every once in a very long while, every day in a million days, when the wind stands fair and the Doctor comes to call, everybody lives.”))
((Who would I be to tell you?))
((Hello. Though I've been here for ages, just semitransparent.))
((Maybe I'm just an apparition.))
((That's an interesting thought.
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I can't stop people dying, John. Not mine. I know I can't. I just wish I knew how to do what you did because someone ought to carry on what you did and I don't trust Niccolò to do that. *looks at John for a moment* Niccolò said you had romantic interest in me. Is that still true?
(( my friend actually said the other day "i am a figment of my own imagination" and she hasn't even read SP... but she said in in the exact same way skulduggery did...))
((How inconvenient.
I shall dedicate this page to Death Rose, a truly lovely being who deserves a happy life.))
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*smiles fondly yet sadly at her* Of course, my dear. But I am out of time. Truth be told, I should have left much earlier. I'm afraid I must leave you now.
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*takes hand* Hey before you go it seems my kids thought I'd be up here with Ravel...*points up on the cieling* They left a mistletoe...
(Don't mind me I just wanted to crush feels or else eh I forget
*kisses her softly, briefly, then squeezes her hand lightly before dropping it, whispering a thank you, and vanishing*
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( ER MER GERD!! cute! though i think ravel will be annoyed... meh *shrugs*)
Her face twitches
She laughs as she cries
The pieces move one more time
A pawn gets to the end of the board
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*kisses back and says you're welcome before he vanishes and smiles sadly as he does* I hope he's happy he did that...*sits down* Nic better hope I don't strangle him
(Eh it was mistletoe...rules are you gotta kiss xD *mayormaynothaveplannedtodothatforJohn*
( http://www.youtube.com/watch?list=UUOYWgypDktXdb-HfZnSMK6A&v=6bWJu8DvFMk
lol )
*meets up with Aretha, who has assembled a small, elite group of five mages* *shunts into Mevolent's dimension with the group, half wishing that he didn't have to leave Aretha behind*
((With that, I fear I must leave now. I wish you all well.))
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( see ya nic)
(Im going to bed now and oh yeah I just realizec i do have a memory of being turned to stone...my leg! HA I CAN DO WHAT JOHN did
(bye zaf)
((Goodbye Croatoan, Ari and Zaf.))
Fabi's face twitches again as she watches the pawn disappear.
She turns and walks slowly away.
She's been mostly gone for several weeks now.
Hopefully her friends won't notice if it's longer.
Probably a lot longer.
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( hardly fair. i'm sure snow would've noticed. but she is currently dead. which reminds me... na, i'll leave it til tomorrow... maybe...)
(g2g, bye)
((Sorry...?))
((Bye... :-(
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((I suppose I know it's not "fair." The majority of Bloglandians would simply assume she's not around at the same time as they.))
((And tbh, I think that as long as I was still in Blogland, FabiTC wouldn't be noticed as missing unless I made something out of it.))
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*them
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*is here*
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Hi Star...
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OH GOSH I STILL HAVE THIS PROFILE PICTURE.
. . .
I might have been slightly angry then. :P
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HEY LANTERN! :)
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See, for my sketches, Blogger makes the darks darker and the lights lighter, which actually sort of helps. :-P
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@Lantern: Well, I haven't changed shoe size in about four years; people tend to grow much as they get older, so being thinner than you were two years ago isn't as dramatic as it sounds. Also . . . illnesses and their effects mostly come and go like bubbles. You know, the wind blows them past, and you see them blowing past, and you go oh look there's a bubble, but then it's past and not by you anymore. Sometimes you have the sticky ones that stick onto your wall, and sometimes there is just no wind to blow the bubbles past, but we don't last forever. Eventually, we pop and stuffs.
I'm being serious, btw. Just clarifying.
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