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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«Oldest ‹Older 4801 – 4953 of 4953Good morning, afternoon, or evening, Blogland.
(Ah, hullo there, Sir Reingington!
Have you read the very important role-play I just finished?)
*She glances up, and waves to Sir* *She climbs onto her horse, the purple velvet cloak hanging off of the back of the horse's hide* *She canters over to Sir*
Hello, Sir. How are you this evening?
Helllloooo
Indeed I did. A shame about Mr. Varnish. He seemed a fair enough chap, from the short time I met him. Unless that was a different butler.
(Hm.
*sits in her swivel chair*
*a little vacantly*
I'm not sure what to do now that I'm done that role-play.
*thinks about it*)
*Lorcan is sitting at his usual spot at the lake, staring into the water. He had been sitting there for almost 2 hours. He was about to let out a sigh when suddenly a full force kick was administered to his head. He looked up to see how launched the attack.
He gasped as he saw Chase standing over him with closed fists and clenched teeth*
Chase: It was you!!!! You lying bastard! You fucking coward!!! Your essence was found all over her throat!!!
*Chase lets out a roar before jumping onto Lorcan and started swinging punches left and right to his head and chest. Lorcan holds his arms up to protect himself as much as he can as he shouts out*
I would recommend croquet, but I doubt you enjoy such activities.
... Right....
*She pulls on the reigns and turns her horse around, walking away*
How is everyone?(:
(Tragically, croquet is generally frowned upon when there's two-and-a-half feet of snow outside.)
*blinks*
Was that Ms. Dark on a... An equine?
...
Some times I wonder if I even wish to know.
Quite fine, Mara. A little hungry. Yourself?
Standard, Ms. Charm. I hope that you yourself are well.
(I'm doing well.
If a little sleepy.)
I'm good, thanks.
Thought I was being ignored there for a while, haha.
I wouldn't say ignored, but I wasn't completely sure how to answer you. Apologies if it hurt your feelings.
I apologize as well, Ms. Charm.
If you are truly tired, Ms. Barnosky, and are unoccupied, perhaps you should merely attempt to go to sleep?
*She digs her heels into the sides of the horse and gallops into a flat field*
*A girl in a blue cloak, her hood up in the fashion that Adra has, the length going over the back of the horse as well* *She turns as Adra gallops up, and coming to a stop beside her*
*Adra smiles* Hello, Vikta.Victoria. Vikki. Whichever.
(Hm. Not very subtle, Sir, but a good point nonetheless.
I think I shall take a short nap. Maybe I will come on later. I'm uncertain, as of now.
Goodbye, Sir, Adra, Maralie, and others I may be forgetting.)
Oh whatever...
No one ever wants to rp with me anymore.
Jeez goodnight.
Nah. It's fine. I get that a lot.
Ms. Melody, I do apologize, but I am unfamiliar with your characters.
Sleep well, Ms. Barnosky and Ms. Melody.
(I found a Mara and Ember mix on Chicken Smoothie!!!
♥.:ᖺᗩᖇᖇᎩ ᔕ☂Ꭹᒪᙓᔕ:.♥
))
Em!! I still wanna RP!! I'm sorry I fell asleep the other night!! I couldn't stop myself!))
*Victoria smiles* It's Tori, this time. Antonio's chosen Tony. We wanted to try a mirror affect. I already predict that it'll be... Well... Bothersome.
*She laughs* You two were always bothersome. Where are you two staying?
Arcane this time. It's better than Italy.
So it seems...Shall we ride?
*Tori grins, her eyes breifly flashing a shade of red*
I'll race you.
*She takes off at a gallop, Adra chuckles, and goes off behind her, speaking in the old language to the horse*
sorry em. i don't feel like roleplaying tbqh.
nanite whoever's leaving.
have a great day/night.xx
ugh.
fangirl struggles.
i want to meet one direction
but i don't want to meet one direction.
my biggest dream is to meet one direction
but my biggest fear is to meet one direction.
....
idk.
i have too many things to say.
(I'm sorry Em, you don't have to go. I was just about to go there..)
*Pours a bag of Berry Skittles into a bowl. Throws that wrapper away. Takes out a bag of super-sweet jelly beans. Pours them in the bowl as well. Starts eating slowly*
While I understand you idolize them, Ms. Charm, and for good reason, perhaps you could quell your feelings by reminding yourself that they are just as human as you are.
(I understand that feeling, Mara *hugs* the thrill and the fear...)
*Adra begins shouting to her in her separate language* You seem to have lost your touch, Tori! Fourth generations are usually failures!
*Tori swears back at her*
*Adra laughs, pointing to the lake* Karei!
*Is about to eat a yellow jelly bean. Stops herself and puts it back in the bowl for later. Takes another pinch of lollies and eats them*
*Mutters angrily*
Bye.
Apologies for breifly disappearing- I was cooking.
Ah, goodbye Rose
Good bye, Ms. Rose.
weLL HOLY FUCKAROO
LITTLE MIX ARE PLAYING A GAME OF TIC TAC TOE WITH MY EMOTIONS IJSUTSSAQANSQXINODHNCWUAQM IPJIAO
*hugs Adra* Yeah...
Sir - tbh, they're not really classified as "normal" anymore.. sometimes i wish that they weren't famous, so they could be living happily without being irritated by screaming fans, without management forcing them to do things, without being torn between the Larry VS Elounor drama... without us.
I want the best for my boys. Even if that means not meeting half of the people i have on the internet.. At least they'd be safe. They'd be happy.
I probably wouldn't be, but who really cares at this point?
I love my boys to the moon and back, but if them being happy means that they would never have been known as One Direction... then I'm alright with that. Granted, I would have never been affected if they weren't created - I'd still be me... I would probably just have a lot more problems and a lot less friends.
Bye Death *hugs*
That is a great expression of feels. "Tic tac toe with my emotions"
Yeah, haha. My friend came up with it.
*Adra and Tori come to a stop by the lake* *Together, they shrug, and keep going*
(*yawn*
Well, that was a lovely nap.)
I do hope you are well-rested, Ms. Barnosky. Sadly, Ms. Rose and Ms. Melody left while you were napping.
(Oh . . .
*looks a bit saddened*)
(Welcome back, Anni *waves*)
(*waves at Adra*)
*Adra glances at Tori, then smiles* It's good to have you back, sister.
*Tori smiles back to her* It's good to be back.
*sneakily rounds a corner*
*checks his pocket watch*
Psst. Aubrey. Move out!
Aubrey: *rounds the corner*
*face impassive as always*
*and holding Tarot's echo-stone on a velvet cushion*
*sneaks down the street*
*trying*
*and failing*
*to be subtle*
I wonder if she's made the echo-stone yet . . .
just because you have depression doesn't mean you get bullied
^^ that though
Herrow.
#ChaseForBook9
*tries to lean seductively on a lamp post*
*falls straight through*
. . . 511 years of being an echo and I'm still not used to it.
*blinks, as he sees a strange flame-haired man attempt to creep down a street, with a butler holding a cushion trailing behind*
*sighs, and wonders exactly how cheap houses are in Blogland*
Evening, there *hugs*
(Anni, would you mind if Adra and Tori spotted Tarot?)
Greetings, Mr. Castalan.
(I've got no plans. Feel free.
And hullo, Trip Castalan!)
*Adra thinks* So the Philosopher's stone...
*Tori nods* What of it?
...what will it do to me?
*There is a pause from her* It is uncertain. The stone has mane affects, as you know...
*Adra nods* I do..
*Tori turns around and pulls the bottom of Adra's rather long cloak over the back of the horse again* It was in a bunch, sister.
*Adra smirks* Thank you sister.
My pleasure, sister
*picks himself up*
*brushes off his clothes*
Hang it all . . .
*the echo-stone flares violently*
Can't even use magic.
*shrugs*
Ah, well. Such is life. Or death, rather.
(Anni, do you want to finish that thing we were doing earlier? I understand if you don't, of course, it's been a while.)
#ChaseForBook9
(I'm sorry, Trip, but I'm sort of bumbling around as Tarot right now . . .
*looks extremely guilty*
*offers hot chocolate and a Curt Smith CD as a peace offering*
(Of course. *takes peace offering* Yay! Peace!)
#ChaseForBook9
☂Hello!☂
(Peace is a lovely thing when hot chocolate is involved.)
*quietly slinks down the street*
*ducks through the wall of a nearby Starbucks*
☂☂cuts through peace with a knife☂☂
☂Does anybody know Ghastly's eye colour?☂
(Hullo, September!)
(Blue.)
Im dead
*She rides her horse just next to Tori's, and bumps her shoulder against the other girl's*
*Tori's smile drops* Adra.. You are unhappy. What is it?
...I do not wish to speak of it, Tori.
Adrasdos...
Please, Tori.
☂Thanks! And hi.☂
☂Here's a teeny tiny bit of my TSE chapter, just so you know I'm actually writing it...☂
She hung up and rolled onto her side. She accidentally fell off the table she’d been lying on and landed in somebody’s lap. The person pushed her off their lap immediately and she rolled under the table, banging her head when she tried to sit up.
“Oh, God, what’s going on now?” she snapped, rubbing her eyes.
“We were in the middle of a serious investigation,” a deep voice said, “Before you decided to teleport onto the table and have a nap.”
*walks back through the wall*
Ah, I love the smell of freshly-brewed coffee.
*sighs wistfully*
*claps his hands together*
*in exactly the same way Precocious does*
One more day, Aubrey.
One more day till she's through with charging the echo-stone.
Hello Ember, Zaf.
*Tori looks at her watch* Adra...
*Adra nods* Go on.
*Tori blows a kiss, then rides off into the trees*
*Adra makes a slow circle around the area, looking for someone to talk to, her face hidden*
*looks up at the sky thoughtfully*
I don't know if you can hear me . . .
Up there . . .
But you won't win, Khasiis.
Not while I'm dead.
*She rides past the bar, wishing to speak to him* *It does not appear anyone is there* *She sighs*
*opens the door* Hello?
#ChaseForBook9
I apologize for briefly disappearing, but I had to tune a banjo.
(Seems reasonable.)
(Awesome)
*Adra smiles, turning the horse around, and riding up to the steps* Trip! I thought you were out..
*strokes his chin*
Hmm . . .
*clicks fingers*
Aubrey! Heel!
*continues down the street*
Aubrey: *raises one eyebrow a centimeter*
*follows him*
I am.
#ChaseForBook9
Do you... Mind if I come in for a second? I've got to tell you of something...that happened when you were gone.
*sighs, as he sees Mr. Tarot tell Aubrey to heel*
*seriously considers going in to the real estate industry*
Come on in. *smiles, holding open the door*
#ChaseForBook9
*strolls down the street*
Ah, lovely day, isn't it?
Aubrey: *nods*
Hm, yes.
Oh?
*someone rounds the corner up ahead*
*a woman*
*with red hair*
*and tight leather clothes*
Trish: *looking at her phone*
*texting*
Ooh.
*runs a hand through his hair*
This lovely day just got lovelier.
*She slides off her horse, tying him up to a post and covering him with a blanket* *She pulls the hood of we cloak down over her head, working on in fastening the knot as she smiles, walking through the door*
Hey.
Trish: *glances up*
Hey.
. . .
. . .
. . .
[Oh dear, all of my pick-up lines are from the 1500s . . .]
Trish: Are you alright, sir?
Er . . .
*glances at Aubrey*
Aubrey: *is not helpful*
Er . . .
*turns back to Trish*
Do you have a boyfriend?
Trish: *blushes*
That's a bit forward, isn't it?
But . . . yes.
Yes, I suppose I do.
*pulls up two chairs, sits* So, what's going on?
#ChaseForBook9
Sorry I'm back lol tred
Welcome back, Ms. Kerias.
Oh.
*wilts a little*
. . . Anyone I know?
Trish: I doubt it. He's the CEO of the Evil League of Evil.
*whips her hair out of her face*
I'm dating Oscar Neurotic.
PARDONEZ MOI?
Trish: I'm dating Oscar Neurotic.
Bitch!
*slaps her in the face*
*his hand goes straight through*
Damn! Aubrey! Slap her!
Aubrey: *slaps her in the face*
*face still completely impassive*
Trish: OH MY GOD WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE.
YOU STAY AWAY FROM MY FUTURE NEPHEW-IN-LAW.
*turns his back on her sassily*
Come on, Aubrey, let's go!
*struts off*
☂Guys, for TSE, can I make it so that you can only use your powers for certain amounts of time?☂
http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=MH8fPqkpQbI&desktop_uri=%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DMH8fPqkpQbI
It works!!!! My towel was going all weird!!!!
*sits on the Official Blogland Roleplay Observatory*
*also known as a park bench*
(That sounds cool.)
#ChaseForBook9
Hmm it appears I have no way to join in. I shall join you in isolation Sir
*She puts her cloak on the back of the chair*
Well... I guess, the only reason I'm saying this is because it was awful t-to keep it to myself any longer..
*She rolls up the sleeve of her arm, then after a deep breath, shows him her arm tentatively, and the dark red words "Child Killer" scarred on her skin*
And...I was wondering if you might have something to fix it. Now that I actually want it gone, it appears that I am unable to.
(Go for it, Ember!!
OMG Rose!!)
("I will join you in isolation" lol)
#ChaseForBook9
(Sir :P)
*folds his arms*
*sulks*
. . . What a little bitch, with her little bitchy hands all over that boy. Humph.
Aubrey: . . .
*sulks angrily*
*looks as though he should have a dark thundercloud over his head*
. . .
Pigeon: *poops above Tarot*
Poop: *falls through Tarot*
Concrete Below Tarot: *gets pooped on*
*shrugs*
I guess there's ONE advantage to being an echo.
(Heh.)
It is hardly isolation if you join me, but nevertheless I welcome your company, Ms. Kerias.
Is that healthy, Ms. Rose?
*eyes widen momentarily* Um... I might? What is it? curse, scar, marker?
#ChaseForBook9
I'm not completely sure. It appears to be a normal scar, but none of my treatments have worked.
Cursed scar?
#ChaseForBook9
*She nods* It appears that way, then...
*strolls down the street*
Well.
It's still a lovely day.
*a young woman in a bright red coat walks past*
*stops in his tracks*
Aubrey: . . ?
R-
R-
*watches the woman walk past*
R-
Aubrey: Really, sir, this obsession with women you have really needs to stop.
Red . . .
*images flash in his mind*
Red . . .
*trips*
*falls*
*dizzy*
*panting*
*eyes slide out of focus*
*FLASHBACK*
Ms. Kerias, any theories on Ms. Dark's scar? It could be permanent marker. That substance is the absolute devil to remove.
(Yay!)
Then it's gonna be an absolute bugger.
#ChaseForBook9
It is kinda boring having to watch but its the penalty you get for not being on
It isn't permanent marker. It was carved there with a knife, I think I would know
(You could just, you know, join in?)
#ChaseForBook9
The scar? Huh. I think its something like Sanguine's straight razor. Never heals no matter what
Oh dear, then...
*the house is silent*
*quiet*
*serene*
*red curtains drift lazily in the breeze from the open windows*
*red carpets rustle softly as fluffy white mice scamper across the floor*
*outside, the world is ending*
*inside, a tall man with snow-white hair sits in a wing-backed chair*
*his feet up on a footstool*
*and his nose in a book*
*the door opens*
*and a shorter man with red hair steps in*
Doctor Tarot: Did you know the world is ending outside?
Hassle Precocious: The screaming was a give-away, I suppose.
Did the knife have any sygils on it?
#ChaseForBook9
Perhaps... I didn't see- it was too dark. Perhaps it's still- *she pauses*- still there
Pardon?
#ChaseForBook9
(I don't know what I just watched... It was another one of those loopy things and I can't see straight. Everything is going weird...))
(Oh we dented a table. We sat down on it and then one more person got on it and it dented we all jumped, it was the prop table for drama so the one freshman guy and i freaked cuz if it broke we'd be the only 2 drama kids who knew why...:)
Hassle: *sighs*
*sets down the book*
Doc . . . we have to stop this.
It . . . it's a bad situation, I know, but-
Hassle: But? But nothing!
*stands up*
*begins to pace*
She's destroying this world and everything in it. Ravaging the country. It has to be stopped, Doc.
*begins to pace beside him*
I can talk to her. Reason with her! There must be a way . . .
Hassle: No!
*looks extremely distressed*
We cannot reason with Khasiis! She will destroy everything that ever did her wrong, including us, for abandoning her with the Lockswitch family instead of raising her ourselves!
We've created a monster, Doctor!
We can't have.
We . . . we can't have! It wasn't our fault that she succumbed to the lure of her true name.
Hassle: If we hadn't left her there, she wouldn't have succumbed.
But . . . but . . .
*runs a hand through his hair*
What are you implying we do?
Hassle: . . .
. . .
...
Perhaps you should lie down, Ms. Rose.
(Hey Death.))
#ChaseForBook9
(I love those things, Rose!)
*She stands* It might still be where the fight was... There's a possibility it could still be there.
Well if you can get me the weapon, I can tell you if I have anything for you.
#ChaseForBook9
That I can.*She pauses* I hope.
Huh. Weird.
Has . . .
Hassle: We have to.
We can't!
Hassle: People are dying. Cities are burning.
But she's my niece! OUR niece! The last fragment of memories we have left of our sister!
Doesn't that mean anything to you?
Hassle: *pushes him away*
*frantic with panic now*
Don't you get it!?
She's gone!
Our niece is gone!
She is Khasiis now!
I don't believe that. I can't believe that! Part of her is still our beloved niece!
Hassle: And part of her is Khasiis!
I . . . I have to kill her.
No . . .
Hassle: She'll crack the world in half if I don't do something! You know what I am, and what I can do! You know I'm the only one who can separate true name and form, into two separate creations.
Has, no!
Hassle: *half-mad now*
I'll split them apart!
Banish Khasiis to the abyss! The edge between the worlds! The void!
Ah, hope. The logical man's faith.
#ChaseForBook9
A one saving grace sometimes..
*She pauses again, something she seems to be doing a lot*
*She murmurs* I did miss you, when you were gone, you know..
And I missed you, so very very much.
#ChaseForBook9
Has, you can't do that! The process could kill her!
Hassle: And save the world in the process!
*they stand*
*at either end of the room*
*and stare each other down*
*Hassle half-mad with panic and worry*
*Tarot looking ready to faint with fear and anxiety*
Has. Has, listen to me.
There are three parts to every human. The True Name, the Form, and the Consciousness.
Separating the True Name and the Body is NEVER MEANT TO HAPPEN. Her body will be undamaged, but you'll leave her with an irreparable Consciousness!
She . . .
She . . .
She could forget huge portions of her life.
She could go mad.
Hassle: . . . That is a risk that I will have to take.
I cannot let you take that risk with my niece!
Hassle: Doctor!
Hassle!
Hassle: *begins to tremble violently*
F-F-Fine!
If you won't get out of my way, I'll . . . I'll . . .
You'll what?
Kill me?
Hassle: . . .
. . .
*reaches into his coat*
*pulls out a wicked-looking dagger*
(WHAT THE HELL!? I SERIOUSLY CANT MOVE MY FEET!!
http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=SCHaQKYm5Ug
))
(Sorry Death, can't follow links. What is it?))
#ChaseForBook9
*She nudges his shoulder with hers*
Right then...
*She gets to her feet, wrapping her arm back up* I should go... Look, I guess.
(I can't capture it this time... Damn. What is it?)
*his arms snap to his sides*
*and with a sickening CRACK he grows taller*
*and thinner*
*as a blanket of glittering orange scales roll up his body*
*and his face elongates*
*mutating into the triangular head of a green eyed serpent*
*the massive snake drops to the ground in thick, scaly coils*
*and hisses murderously at Hassle*
Hassle: *lunges*
*strikes*
*they tumble around the room, Hassle caught in several tightening loops of the snake, the snake snapping viciously at Hassle's head*
Hassle: *lashes out with the dagger*
*slicing across Tarot's nose*
*hisses in pain*
Hassle: Don't bother, Doctor.
*gasping*
*his ribcage constricted*
I . . . know your tricks . . .
We grew up together . . .
Aye. I'll come with ya. *gets up*
#ChaseForBook9
(Hypnotising thing that makes you unable to move your feet.
Wow...))
Hassle: *wrestles out of Tarot's grip*
*grabs him near his head*
*and slams him against the wall*
HISSSSSSAAAKSHHH
Hassle: I HAVE to do this!
I HAVE to!
*almost crying with hysteria*
Th-th-the world will remember me as a hero!
Hassle: *stabs the dagger into Tarot's neck*
*and slices him open throat to tail*
*Should probably tell him not to*
*Doesnt want to*
Alright... *She throws her purple cloak over her shoulders, fastening it and raising the hood. Then, pushes the door open, holding it*
(Ah...:P)
http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1104475307058729066&postID=8975764900583873191&isPopup=true
*shrugs* I guess....its best to not even attempt
Cost to not be on
GHKKK
Hassle: . . . oh God.
*orange scales burst into orange sparks*
*and beneath*
*he slowly transforms*
*and soon is a man again*
*a short man*
*with orange hair*
*and a scarlet gash opening him up from his neck to his pelvis*
*chokes*
*gasps*
Has . . . sle . . .
Hassle: Oh God, what . . .
What have I done . . .
Has . . . sle . . .
*slides down the wall*
Ple . . . ase . . .
Hassle: . . .
. . .
Hassle: . . .
. . .
Hassle: *slams the dagger into his forehead*
*slumps to the ground*
*FLASHBACK ENDS*
AUGH!
*panting*
*sweating*
*hyperventilating*
*lying on the ground*
Aubrey: Sir?
Are you alright?
Hhhh . . .
Hhhhh . . .
Hhhh . . .
My dog is trying to eat my skittles...
Haha tasteit doggy
(Errrrr 5000)
(A)
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