And it will come down at midnight, Irish time, on the 22nd...
And it has now been taken down... only to reappear in the Skulduggery Pleasant Collection of short stories and novellas, available... um... some time in the spring of 2014...
Friday, December 21, 2012
The Button
This story- which I had intended to be REALLY REALLY short and funny and quirky- eventually became a little longer. And a lot less funny. But this is it.
And it will come down at midnight, Irish time, on the 22nd...
And it has now been taken down... only to reappear in the Skulduggery Pleasant Collection of short stories and novellas, available... um... some time in the spring of 2014...
And it will come down at midnight, Irish time, on the 22nd...
And it has now been taken down... only to reappear in the Skulduggery Pleasant Collection of short stories and novellas, available... um... some time in the spring of 2014...
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«Oldest ‹Older 4001 – 4200 of 4945 Newer› Newest»Don't most robberies occur when people are out anyway? Why do you think we got an alarm? I stay home I turn the alarm on so nobody can get in without me knowing and usually if you do get in it goes off and the company calls and all plus if you get cornered and need help without the police knowing there is a special code you punch in that sends a help message to police and shuts the alarm off and it tells the company not to call the home. Then police come
Perhaps.
One may never know
Yell at them
Fabi, talk down to them. It's what I do, if they're gonna treat you like an idiot, treat them like an idiot.
#ChaseForBook9
Hey Aretha
Hi Ari...maybe I will try this since Adra is in Hell with Niccolò and all so I can't really rp with either
Hey Ari.
Don't you think that's too massive to be a coincidence Zaf? If you were a thief and were going to rob a house would you do it with people there or when the house was empty?
You get an alarm for that same reason, to wake you up at night, and to alert neighbours when you're out.
#ChaseForBook9
*neatly parallel parks on the side of the road*
*in her creepy black van*
Hullo.
I will be on for a little bit, I think, but I may suddenly disappear without warning.
Do what you like, Zaf.
#ChaseForBook9
Hi Annika! Did you see my speech about rights for witches?
#ChaseForBook9
That's okay Anni
Okay Zaf- fine. Just stop complaining okay? Just stop. I'll leave, your Highness, if you stop this. Deal? Deal. Good. Now let me finish this in peace
Heh... I'm in the library, so yelling really wouldn't be wise. The teen section is noisy enough as it is. Thanks, though.
I'm sort of stealthily creeping them out. It's fun!
#ChaseForBook9
I did, Trip, and was thoroughly impressed by it!
*Two teenagers cautiously walk into Blogland. A boy and a girl*
Boy: Are you sure he is in here??
Girl: Now how am I supposed to know.
Boy: We're following your fucking nose!!
Girl: Thanks for the swear bud and even I don't trust my nose at times...
Do it, Moss!
Oh, oh my.
Are Adra and Zafira fighting?
Hey Annika! I feel like I haven't seen you in forever for some reason. I just missed you, I guess.
#ChaseForBook9
Hi Ari [hugs]
Hi Anni [hugs also]
#ChaseForBook9
Awwww, I missed you too, Aretha!
*shrugs* Sorry Ari I can't be on if you're rping him in Hell I don't do well with this at all right now. I get to frustrated so I may go once you start roleplaying. Which probably won't take long and sucks really but
*Trip seems to materialise out of thin air behind the teenagers*
And who might you two be?
#ChaseForBook9
Niccolo is in Hell, I hear. Sucks to be him.
Precocious has never been to Hell, though she has often contemplated the thought that she would rather be there.
Hi Em! I'm sorry you missed us so much. *hugs*
#ChaseForBook9
I'm tired of all this.... This...
[Starts ranting about bordered worlds to the idiot-people, do I don't offend certain Bloglandians]
Heh...
#ChaseForBook9
Trip has never been to hell. But he's been told to go there many times, he assumes it's quite nice, if so many people recommend it, and it's on his list of potential winter holidays.
#ChaseForBook9
Precocious was told to go to Hell once.
Her response was "I doubt the Devil would want the competition."
She was very Proud and Majestic that day.
*sighs* why))
*The teenagers jump back and scream in surprise*
Boy: Fuck that!!!!
Girl: Wow *laughs* is he a warlock too??
He would tell Doctor that she really you wouldn't rather be there if she had seen it herself, but that's his opinion. And it might also be biased, just because his Hell is personalised and therefore probably more painful than normal Hell would be. I think. Maybe.
Woah woah woah....a Tasmanian Devil is a legit animal? Sorry watching Jeopardy
I don't know what Trip and those kids are doing over there but let me know if there's a place for an eccentric monster hunter with a lab coat and a fixation with pop tarts.
If not, I may just shimmy on down the bunny trail and concoct a solo RP for mah-self.
No. But I assume you we're talking about Leo then?
#ChaseForBook9
I belong in Hell I'll gladly trade with Niccolò.
As a Christian, I strongly believe in the existence of Hell, and I, truthfully, have no desire to go there. Even for winter holidays.
Must run, sorry
#ChaseForBook9
Do what you wish Annika. It's gennerally the nature with RPs.
#ChaseForBook9
Ok? Goodbye
Bye Ari.
#ChaseForBook9
*sighs*
I suppose you're right, Niccolo-
But I will be back, mark my words
Blogger The Empress Lady Adrasdos "the Ducktor" Dark, Flower Princess said...
I mean there are children here! *pointed look at Star* *whispers* Watch the cursing
October 29, 2013 at 10:41 PM
WHAT THE FUCK. XD
*hugs Adra*
#ChaseForBookNine
Hello Edward! It's been a while.
#ChaseForBook9
I'm gonna bop along by myself. Here's a little epic saga of love and heartbreak and loss and heroism and cannibalism and fear and wonder and delight and meaning and delicious chocolaty goodness, and it's called
DOCTOR PRECOCIOUS: The Poptart Factory
Let's begin.
Okay...
*hum*
Okay.
*watches quietly from the shadows near the kids*
Hi Ed!
Heh Star :3
Yes, Tasmanian devils are real. I actually have two stuffed Tasmanian devils named Mandy and Michelle, only Michelle is technically Nelnah's and is just living in my room for the time being...
#ChaseForBook9
Hello Trip, it has been a while, but I have been busy.
*Boy turns to the girl*
Boy: He knows Leo.
Girl: Well then he's legit!
Boy: NO!!! He could know Leo because he chopped him up to itty bitty pieces...
Girl: *looks at him with a blank face* Where did mam get you from??
Hello Adra
*nods* Brother and sister, eh? *catiously approaches*
Heh
Leo has kids
*wakes up*
Ahhhhh, what a morning. It's good to be alive.
*hears pounding on the door*
Anton Shudder: MORNING WAKE UP CALL GET OUT OF BED YOU SCUMBAG.
Hullo, Anton! How are you?
Anton: I'M FEELING PRETTY SHITTY, THANKS FOR ASKING.
You're welcome, you big lovable teddy bear, you!
Ah, what shall I have for breakfast?
Of course! Tea! And poptarts!
*makes some tea*
*opens the cabinet*
WHAT
WHAT IS THIS SORCERY
I AM OUT OF POPTARTS
. . .
. . .
. . .
There's nothing else I can do.
I have to break into the poptart factory and steal some poptarts. Anton! I'm going out, this morning!
Anton: GOOD.
Aw, Anton, you're such a joker, you! Now, where are the keys to my van . . .
Who are you kids?
G'bye Ari [hugs]
[Draws some random lines]
[Thinks about chocolate]
[Looks at the stack of books I haven't read yet]
[Ice blue]
[Might start leaving...]
[What? I meant might leave and start... Yeah...]
#ChaseForBook9
((Okay Moss:/))
((ANNI PLOT!))
*a creepy black van roars down the street*
Okay . . . so . . . the factory . . . is . . . on Drury Lane!
No, no, I must be reading the map wrong. Everybody knows that's where the Muffin Man lives. Funny, I actually have never met the Muffin Man. I don't know him. I should rectify that.
*checks map again*
Okay, so . . . turn left . . . HERE!
*turns left*
*tosses map into the back*
*unaware that the whole time she was reading it upside-down*
Stupid map. How did I even get a Nigerian road map, any way?
And why is it a Nigerian road map for West Virginia, where everybody knows the best poptarts are made?
I dunno.
Go figure.
Well, I haven't seen Leo for a while. I must admit I have has mixed experiences with him.
Listen, I was just on my way to a creepy cave to perform a satanic ritual, in the spirit of Halloween and all, and I came across some kids who's intent was unclear to me. You seem fine, so can I help you?
# haseForBook9
*whispers* Don't corrupt them
*Phone rings and man appears* Man: Your late
Girl: I'm Amelia and this douche *she punches the boy in the arm* is my twin Alife. We were looking for our dad for our training session.
Okay . . . there it is . . . the poptart factory . . . the giant neon sign on top says poptart . . .
Wait . . .
No it doesn't! The sign says . . . Peptart?
Peptart?
Oh, well, I'm sure it's the right factory. It's probably nothing. Though those dark red clouds coming from the smokestacks sure look menacing.
Aw heck no, guards! How do I get past them? I drive a creepy black van!
Gotta disguise myself as something innocent and unassuming . . .
*time passes*
Guard: Yeah, what do you want?
I'm here to deliver some packages.
Guard: Ma'am, you're driving a hearse.
Yes? What of it?
Guard: The hearse has "Precocious and Sons, Smiling Undertakers" spray-painted on the side.
It's art, my friend, it is ART.
Guard: But what packages would an undertaker be . . .
*other guard whispers something in his ear*
Oh, okay, go right ahead!
Okay then, I will!
*drives in*
Your dad...Leo? Well okay this'll be interesting
Gtg, bye
And your da's Leo, yeah?
Bye, Ed
*freezes* Leo..
*facepalms* I nearly forgot
Alfie: No, Leo's our mentor. We're looking for Drew O'Connor.
Amelia: *starts to giggle at Alfie* can you imagine Leo as our da...
Alfie: Shut up.
Oh, I don't think I've actually seen Leo since we killed Deacon, and we parted on bad terms. But I think I heard him screaming in abject terror somewhere off in *indicates with large flamboyant hand gestures* that way about two days ago. But don't worry, I sent an untrained per-surge elemental to investigate, so I'm sure he's fine. Toodles! *walks off tipping hat*
#ChaseForBook9
Giggling Man: Hullo. Are you hear to deliver new . . . *wheeze* . . . supplies?
Yes, I am, actually.
Giggler: Well? Where are they?
Uh . . .
*suddenly discovers flaw in her plan*
Uh . . .
*checks inside her van*
*AKA the hearse*
*grabs box of moist towelettes*
Here it is!
Giggler: It seems . . . *wheeze* . . . smaller than usual.
Well, y'know. Budget cuts. The recession hit us undertakers pretty hard. People are burying their own bodies, you know, and taxidermy has become much more popular. Y'know how it is, some guy named Elvis wants to stuff his brother Adolf and it all spirals downhill from there.
Giggler: Of course.
I like you, though, I like you. You're wearing a lab coat, just like me. And you have gray hair, just like me. And your empty eye sockets are dripping blood all down your hand-knit sweater, unlike me. But I still like you, don't get me wrong.
Giggler: Of course . . .
*unlocks massive steel door*
*opens it*
Welcome . . . to Peptart.
Drew...well he's probably with my daughter Alexis and Lorcan so if you find a 14 year old with a guy who is like 18 then Drew must be near, you're werewolves?
*shouts back* And I haven't seen Drew since I was in a cave with him and Teen Lorcan, checking out Lorcan's crazy silver poisoning!
#ChaseForBook9
*frowns*
Don't go near him, children. Excuse me for a second- *dashes after Trip* OI!
Amelia: I'm a werewolf and Alfie is a warlock. We're 18 as well so we should be good with spotting our kind *laughs*
*Alfie watches Trip walk away*
Alfie: Why is he doing Satanic things??
Yes Dear? *begins climbing a mountain*
#ChaseForBook9
"All sheep die. Elvis is dead, so he must be a sheep . . ."
This was a heading in my revision guide.
I love my revision guide. It's mental. :)
"Microwaves - for when you're only slightly sad to say goodbye . . ."
"Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes (in velocity) . . ."
"Do this revision - it'll only take a moment . . . um . . ."
(You know, because momentum. :))
#ChaseForBookNine
*climbs after* what the..
Hey, are you alright?
He's...I don't know. And oh dear...well I'm Grand Mage Zafira Kerias.
Well, this . . . this is a fascinating factory. I can see those giant cogs there are grinding . . . it looks like, strawberry poptart filling? And over there, those bit stompers are stomping little round bits of stuff . . . flat? And over there, they're grinding these long, thing, white things into power, and baking bread with it? Ohhhhh, that's the poptart crust!
Giggler: Peptart.
And up on that conveyor belt, I can see a bunch of limp and immobile people . . . dummies I think . . . being slowly moved into that tunnel full of spinny blades, yeah?
Giggler: Yep.
. . . Sooooooo . . . anyway, I would like to buy some poptarts . . .
Giggler: Give me the intestines first.
. . .
Giggler: . . .
. . .
Giggler: . . .
. . . I beg your pardon?
Giggler: The intestines. In the moist towelette box.
. . . say what now?
Giggler: The delivery. We need intestines to make sprinkles.
Sprinkles?
Giggler: Sprinkles, yes, for the peptarts.
Poptarts.
Giggler: Peptarts. If you came seeking poptarts, you were sadly mistaken. Those are in the Poptart factory. This is the Peptart factory, where we make Peptarts for demons and eldritch horrors and zombies and shamblers and things of that nature. They sell quite well in alternate dimensions.
You mean . . .
Giggler: Pep-tarts. People-tarts. Quite unlike POP tarts, which are made with fruit.
You . . .
Mean . . .
SOYLENT GREEN IS PEOPLE!?!?
Giggler: No, I mean we make these peptarts out of people. And you know something? You look like you'd make a DELICIOUS one.
NOOOOOOOOOOOO!
*takes off, running*
((Star-
What?))
You know, I'm going to sleep. I'm tired and I'm doing nothing productive.
Fours.
#ChaseForBookNine
Amelia: What's a Grand Mage??
*Alfie sits by the lake*
Peachy!
#ChaseForBook9
((Okay Star *hugs* Good luck then- sleep well))
Anni, you're awesome. :)
@Adra: My revision guide for physics! It's awesome! :)
*REALLY leaves now*
#ChaseForBookNine
*raises an eyebrow* You do realize how Much i don't believe that, yeah?
But, I suppose...
Why are we climbing a mountain?
Good night Star! May your dres be filled with ponies and rainbows. ONLY ponies and rainbows. ONLY.
#ChaseForBook9
*sighs* Oh god...you both know about magic? Lets start there. I actually am a ruler I guess, it's my job to protect mortals from the magically population I elected two other mages to serve with me and we form the Council of Elders, in America. We each take responsibility for a section of the country and we create laws and other things to keep mortals from learning about magic.
To get to a suitably creepy cave.
#ChaseForBook9
((So I can assume that means you've left Hell, then, Adra?))
#ChaseForBook9
*leaps onto conveyor belt*
*leading toward a tunnel*
*full of spinny things*
*sees a rope dangling from the ceiling*
*grabs it*
*swings across the factory*
*lands on top of a walkway above*
*slips*
*falls*
*bonks her wittle noggin*
OW!
*gets up*
*runs*
*runs*
*runs*
*runs*
*realizes she's on a conveyor belt*
AW MAN!
*leaps off*
*into a vat of bone dust*
*like quicksand*
*tries to paddle to the surface*
*is sinking*
*wishes Oscar was here*
*realizes he'd probably faint*
*drawing strength from the funny image she paddles faster*
*and makes it out*
*but not before realizing she's in an action/horror movie*
*so she runs*
*and shoots some guards with blue energy*
*and leaps out the window*
*onto a grassy field*
*where she gets her foot stuck in a gopher hole*
*and swears*
*and tries to tug it out*
*and succeeds*
*and runs*
*and climbs into her hearse*
*and finds the giggling man*
*who then knocks her out*
*with a spork*
*and a mallet*
((Actually, I was just jumping in... I don't know what I did. Did you want me to?
Hmm.
Explanation:
Okay idk. I can still be there, and what I am doing now is real time, after I am back, if that makes sense? It's up to you..))
Amelia: OH!!!!!! It's like the Classes. I getcha now.
*Leo appears from the direction of Adra's lab. Covered in bandages and walking with a crutch. He spots the twins*
Leo: Alfie? Amelia? Hey Zaf.
*They both turn around*
For a satanic ritual?
((If you guys are doing Hell someone message me when its over. I'll go attempt my Lorexis chapter))
((I don't really care either way- I just would like to know. Whichever you want is fine with me, really.))
#ChaseForBook9
Hey Leo I assume they're your students? Well there they are. I haven't seen Lorcan or Alexis god knows what they're up to *quietly* he better be careful I'll castrate him
((Do what /you/ want. I'm completely open to you doing whatever you want.))
*find a nice deep-bit-not-too-deep cave*
Perfect!
#ChaseForBook9
((Hey, guys, thank you for a lot... I have this word doc full of nice things you all have said to me... [is totally not crying as I read through it]))
#ChaseForBook9
In her mind: Ugh . . . I feel awful . . . what happened . . . Oh! Holy Nathaniel Hawthorne, I'm tied up! And I CAN'T use my magic!
Giggler: Anything you have to say before your very timely demise?
Mmph! Mmmmuphmph!
Giggler: What? I'm sorry, I couldn't quite catch that. You've got something there . . . ACROSS YOUR MOUTH. MWA HA HA HA HA HA HA!
Mph! Mmmph mmph!
In her mind: Ugh! What a jerk!
Giggler: Have a nice ride!
*pulls massive and evil-looking lever*
*conveyor belt starts moving*
*it's moving the helpless Precocious toward the tunnel full of spinny blades*
In her mind: Aw, no! I'm going to get sliced and diced and flattened and turned into peptarts! I should have stayed at home, in the Midnight Hotel! Nooooooooooooooo!
Wait.
My hotel bill.
If I die now, I won't pay my bill.
And then Anton will kill me!
He'll probably bring me back to life, just to kill me again!
This MUST not happen! Okay, okay, how do I get out of this one . . .
....
So how does this work?
((My predicament is that both are equally fun. I'm cool with doing both, but my only concern is that I'll be yelled at for it, so...
Ah fuck it, I can manage both))
@Niccolo- So... Yeah, we'll be back for you. Heads up
((You're amazing, Moss. Thank you for a lot.))
#ChaseForBook9
*Leo smirks as Amelia goes and gives Leo a hug. Alife stays sitting and just gives him a nod*
Leo: What are you two doing here?? And I haven't seen the other 2 either Zaf, sorry.
Amelia: Dad hasn't been home for training today. Mam was worried but she doesn't know we've gone looking for him.
*Leo stops and remembers he last saw Drew running off in wolf form, dripping in his blood*
Leo: I'm sure he'll turn up.
((*cuddles Moss* Bby you're worth it))
((Bye guys! I'm going since they're doing the Hell plot and I don't feel right with...well a lot sorry Em maybe I'll distantly reply but I hate reading it so I rather avoid conflict as its annoying me))
((Manage both, if that's cool with you two, that is. *nods*))
Well, first I need to set this up. Please stand back,
It may take a moment.
#ChaseForBook9
((...I'm sorry, Em..))
((Why would it not be?))
#ChaseForBook9
In her mind: Gah! The spinny blades have almost reached me! Or I've almost reached them, whichever makes the most sense! Ah! They're so close! I can't do this! I can't escape! This is the end! Dammit, Oscar didn't even get to kill me! And I didn't get to kill him! Curses! If I was wearing my magical sequinned tuxedo jacket then I would be okay, but no, I have to wear my lab coat! My stupid, awful, big, long, white, lab c-
Wait.
Wait.
WAIT A GOSHDARNED SECOND.
*wriggles pathetically*
*moves herself so she's going feet first*
*as she reaches the tunnel she braces her feet on either side of it*
Gotta be careful . . . an inch or two closer and my dreams of being a mother are shot all to hell . . .
*allows the conveyor belt to drag her coattail out from under her*
*it gets caught in the spinny blades*
*she feels a massive jerk around the shoulders*
AH!
*but it's Bespoke material*
*it's tougher than Bruce Lee's pet unicorn*
*there's a massive CH-CHUNK noise*
*and the blades stop spinning*
YAY!
*however, she is still tied up*
*and now the end of her coat is stuck in the blades*
Aw, nuts.
..
*splits into three by some source if magic*
@Chillins: SOOOOOOOO. Hey Leo
@Trip: *backs up quietly*
(What you saying sorry to me for?? Don't worry about it. I'm fascinated with this Trip thing now lol)
*throws a dark red liquid around in a circle, it seems to flicker like a flame. Throws a large bag of dark black beads into the circle. Finally, places a black stone at the foot of the circle*
All done!
#ChaseForBook9
((Not sure...
And Em, well- because she just poofed on ye, especially since you're back and all... Whatever you like, though?
Anni- btw- I love your writing it cracks me up))
Don't be. Please, for all your sakes, don't be. Whatever Saccharine will demand to set me free... I'm not worth it. I really, truly am not, and I would say the same even if I had a high opinion of myself. Just watch Aretha for me, please. Ensure that she is alright- that she doesn't come after me. Tell Zafira not to come for me either, please. *watches the flames start to die down, almost all of the bodies having been burt already* The next ones are coming. Please go.
#ChaseForBook9
@Trip: So... What's this ordeal, then?
*twists herself around*
*slices off the ropes on the spinny blades*
*undoes the ones around her legs*
*rips off the gag*
Ahhhh, that's so much better!
*takes a deep breath*
*gets up*
*falls over because her coat's still stuck*
Aw, man! This coat cost a lot of pounds! Now I'll have to buy a new one, and it won't be as good as this one, dangit.
*burns through the coat with her blue energy*
There. That's better,
*stands up*
*wearing a cropped lab coat*
*she looks a little silly*
*but she doesn't care*
Now, to escape from this hell-hole.
*charges off, humming her own theme song*
Oh, it's um... Talking with the dead. The uh, the not so good dead. You know how bad people go to the afterlife?
#ChaseForBook9
@Niccolo- to hell with that, no pun intended
Actually, *hits him across the jaw* You're my friend, so you need to stop being a lil' bitch about this and listen- we all care for you, and you need to stop hurting yourself for those people's deaths. As I said- all people are on a journey to learn, and perhaps they had already gotten what they needed.
And there is no bringing them back
So there is no point. Those souls have moved on and are past the point of caring- you ought to be as well
@Trip: ...yeah?
Wait, who are you summoning?
*it's a peaceful day*
*a beautiful day*
*and a black hearse it tearing out of the parking lot of Peptart faster than a hearse should ever need to go*
Gotta get away from here . . . gotta get away . . .
*starts humming the song 'Gotta Get Away'*
Gah! What am I doing? This is serious!
*taps a symbol*
*the hearse mutates into a van*
Man oh man, I HATE Nigerian road maps!
I've gotta get back to the Midnight Hotel . . .
Gotta get back . . .
*flips on the radio*
*the song 'Gotta Get Away' is on*
Aw, come on!
*drives towards the Midnight Hotel*
*not noticing the intestines dangling from her bumper*
Gotta tell Anton about this . . . or Franny Saltalamachia, that weird lady across the hall who's in love with a fruitcake tree . . .
(I still have you guys. We can rp - sort of - lol but no matter)
Leo: So what were you meant to be doing today in your training?
Amelia: Um... for me it was my scent/tracking skills and for Alfie it was....
Alfie: Shielding and attacking while defending.
Leo: Sounds tough. I didn't realise your dad had gotten that far with you.
((Peptart... Every time I see that, Anni :3))
((Wait, do you want me then, Em? :/
I have no idea what ye want me to do, yo))
... *kneels and puts pressure on the stone, the beads melt, pooling, the ring of liquid ignites, and the cave goes darker,
Illinated by it's crimson and black flames, as if all the light was being sucked into the portal, a name floats through the afterlife, calling. Deacon. Drifting airily through the nothing, searching, probing.*
#ChaseForBook9
(No no, you're okay where you are. If I decide something drastic, I will let you know lol)
*bursts into the Midnight Hotel*
I'm home! I'm home at last! Anton! Anton, you big lovable teddy bear, where are you! I'm home! I'm HOME! And I'll pay my bills, I promise I will, I promise! Anton, I missed you! Wah!
Anton: *looks at her as if she has two heads*
*green skin*
*and a platypus*
Welcome back. I cleaned up your room . . .
Thank you . . .
Anton: Also, I felt bad about yelling at you earlier, so I bought you this to make up for it.
*presents her with pop tarts*
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAHAHAHAHHAAAAAHAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*falls over*
*unconscious*
Anton: Ms. Precocious?
Ms. Precocious?
Are you alright, Ms. Precocious?
THE END
@Trip: *a shiver goes up her spine, watching him, thoroughly creeped out*
((*claps*
Applause
Applause
Applause
THAT WAS LOVELY, ANNI
Cliffhangerrrr
And I mean, I don't mind, Em?))
(*gets a tonne of random people off the street to be Annika's standing ovation* BRAVO!)
#ChaseForBook9
*continues to stare into the dying flames* They were people, Adra, and they ought not to have died.
...Even so, that is irrelevant to what I'm asking. I know you all care for me, but a demon owns my soul, and it shall be dangerous and expensive to retrieve, if retrieval is possible to begin with. All I ask is that none of you endanger yourselves in an attempt to bring me back again.
#ChaseForBook9
(*bows* Thank you, thank you! This has been: The Superfluous Adventures of Doctor Precocious. We will soon have t-shirts, a podcast, tea cozies, and bath salts, all available at www.thiswebsitedoesnotactuallyexist.com.)
@Niccolo: *sarcastically* It's as if you have no faith in us at all! For shame- whatever will we do?
To be quite serious, we will figure something out, and correct this.. Don't worry, although I'm sure you feel exactly the opposite..
If you could actually make some T-Shirts... I would so buy some.
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((Do I get free shirts as friends of the family?))
@Trip: *whispers, carefully taking a step towards the symbol*
What're you doing?
*pauses*
Can you even hear me?
...Trip?
*carefully puts a skulcake on his shoulder*
(I promise, that if I ever make t-shirts, they will be simultaneously free to my Blogland friends and completely inexplicable to anybody who is not part of Blogland.
Gosh, now I'm thinking about what I would put on the t-shirt.)
((BrilliAnni.))
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((I want ten of them, Anni))
How about; Precious and Sons, Smiling undertakers?
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(Can the picture on the front be Precocious riding that evil unicorn from the unicorn rodeo episode, but riding it really calmly, while sipping tea, and the words THE SUPERFLUOUS ADVENTURES OF DOCTOR PRECOCIOUS written in elegant script behind her? And can she be wearing the magical sequinned tuxedo jacket? And can the evil unicorn be eating a poptart?
And can the back of the shirt be just Oscar, standing there and looking disgusted, with the text IF YOU CAN READ THIS, YOU ARE STANDING TO CLOSE TO ME)
*TOO
((It should say OSMOSIS
Em?))
*is sorta here but not comifrtavle and is waiting for the hopeful end of the Hell thing*
*the whisper searches, searches and searches, until, it happens across an odd tendril, of pitch dark. Deeeeeaaaaaconnnnn. It whispers*
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(I love Oscar...))
((It should come with it's own moist towelettes))
*works on balancing more skulcakes over Trip* *laughs mischievously*
(I love Oscar too . . .
*hugs Death Rose in a fit of Oscar appreciation*
*and Death Rose appreciation, too*)
(Hello Death!))
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((Hi Rose!!
Em, if you're here, I do believe this is a subtle hint for Deacon's presence
Well
Not so subtle))
(I feel like Oscar deserves his own shirt.
THE SANITARY ADVENTURES OF OSCAR NEUROTIC.)
((It is summoning his spirit to the world of the living.))
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*Hugs everyone back* Aiden got Judi and my magic back. I'm me again.))
(Am I waiting for a cue to come in or do I just come in...)
((Wait ROSE
*hugs*
NAJSHAKAI
god if I get first...-_-))
Yay for Death!
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* I DED TO EVERYONE CAUSE I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH XXXXXXX *
((Hi Deathy [hugs]
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Alexis: *wanders aimlessly*
[Sorry, now I'm just wildly brainstorming.]
(What if there was a shirt that had Precocious driving the creepy black van on the front, and then on the back it had little pictures of all the different shapes the van could take? Like the hearse, or the ice cream truck, or the snowmobile, or the pterodactyl?)
*seems to have forgotten about Adra's presence* *finally, the fires go out, and the area is thrust back into darkness* *makes some sound that can only be interpreted as a sob* *is breathing far more quickly than is healthy* I- I don't want... *footsteps sound in the distance, moving closer as quickly as an excited young child would run* *whispers softly* No... Please, don't...
((My apologies, I seem to have become relatively distant. I am, however, still here.))
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((*raises glass* Yay!))
((*pokes Fabru*))
(Hey Emmy!!! *Huggles*
Yeah, I know! :D ))
(Erm, I guess I could cue.) *the flames rise higher, and for a moment they burn as bright as day and touch the roof of the cave, and then it's over, and Deacon is standing in the circle.)
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(I'm just sort of bumbling around at this point . . . I might leave. It's getting late.)
((Hello Death, Zafira.))
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@Niccolo: *takes a deep breath* You don't have to do this. I can help, you know
((I understand!))
HELLOOO!!!!
I don't even know if this'll post
because my parents put up all these parental control-y things on my computer FOR SOME REASON THAT I DO NOT KNOW.
And they blocked me from having access to "adult websites" and this apparently qualifies as an "Adult website" so whenever I click on the comment-y thing, I can see the first page of comments but not the next coz when I click on it it says that parental controls don't allow me to view that page and it's REALLY ANNOYING but my parents don't know that I have an account on this thing and that I'm talking to you all coz then I'd get in a bunch of trouble for talking to complete strangers that are OBVIOUSLY stalkers who want to kill me because EVERYONE knows that EVERYONE in the internet is a stalker and yeah. So I can't ask them to take off the parental controls for that reason.
ANYWAY
this comment is just a test testing whether or not I can actually POST comments, but when I post this, it might not let me view because it's on an adult website or it might not post it in general so I don't even know WHY I'm making this so long. It's also a very very big run on sentence... BUT WHO CARES!
GRAMMAR SHMAMMAR
...
..
ok
so
if this DOES post
THEN YAY! I CAN POST THINGS!
but If I don't say anything after posting this then that means that it won't let me go onto another page and I'll have to come on here on my phone which means that I have to come on less (Lesser than I have been lately) and yeah.
Ok
That probably didn't make much sense but you probably get the basic idea so HER I GO POSTING IT YAY *copies comment so that all this writing and time didn't go to waste*
*Deacon smirks*
Deacon: Miss me Castalan?
*Lorcan walks up behind Alexis and clears his throat*
(Hear hear!!)))
((JUBI! *cuddles*
Lol
Adult content))
((On second...MSD I really really feel extremly uncomfortable with the plotline of Hell and all....I think I'm gonna have nightmares *sighs* Sorry I feel really uncomofrtable with this because its...not good...I can't be on even though I wanna but its hurting me because I'm scared and all))
@Trip: *her eyes widen* *resists the urge to hit Trip* This is who you decided to bring back?
Honestly?
Jub Jub bird!
I'm sorry about your misfortunes. We miss you!
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HELLOOO!!!!
I don't even know if this'll post
because my parents put up all these parental control-y things on my computer FOR SOME REASON THAT I DO NOT KNOW.
And they blocked me from having access to "adult websites" and this apparently qualifies as an "Adult website" so whenever I click on the comment-y thing, I can see the first page of comments but not the next coz when I click on it it says that parental controls don't allow me to view that page and it's REALLY ANNOYING but my parents don't know that I have an account on this thing and that I'm talking to you all coz then I'd get in a bunch of trouble for talking to complete strangers that are OBVIOUSLY stalkers who want to kill me because EVERYONE knows that EVERYONE in the internet is a stalker and yeah. So I can't ask them to take off the parental controls for that reason.
ANYWAY
this comment is just a test testing whether or not I can actually POST comments, but when I post this, it might not let me view because it's on an adult website or it might not post it in general so I don't even know WHY I'm making this so long. It's also a very very big run on sentence... BUT WHO CARES!
GRAMMAR SHMAMMAR
...
..
ok
so
if this DOES post
THEN YAY! I CAN POST THINGS!
but If I don't say anything after posting this then that means that it won't let me go onto another page and I'll have to come on here on my phone which means that I have to come on less (Lesser than I have been lately) and yeah.
Ok
That probably didn't make much sense but you probably get the basic idea so HER I GO POSTING IT YAY *copies comment so that all this writing and time didn't go to waste*
Alexis: Hey Lorcan...*smiles*
I need to ask him stuff about werewolves and silver poisoning.
And for your information Deacon, I did a little. It's so hard to find a good nemesis these days.
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((JUBI))
JUBAB!!!!))
Anyway, he can't leave the circle, or his spirit will return to the afterlife.
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Deacon: Glad to see I'm appreciated... Hey Adra *he blows a kiss at her*
Lorcan: Hey babe.
*Eyes Trip wearily then glances at Deacon* Just thought I'd say this out loud, I don't like Deacon. He's a jerk and I still want to punch him. *Smiles cheerily at Deacon* No offence.
Let's just get this over with. You know, you're a lot less intimidating stuck in a circle.
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@Deacon: *flips him off* Go to hell, Deacon.
@Rose: You and me both
Alexis: Hey *takes hand* How are you? ((And I'm not saying i won't help get Niccolò back because I'll help but I just don't feel totally comfortable with the things he's seeing and all so I may just go anytime if I feel enough is enough for me))
*Deacon shrugs before smiling at Death*
Deacon: None taken at all. And I am in hell Adra, not as bad as everyone has been making out to be.
So how may I be of service to a knowledgeable being like yourself.
Good. I'd feel weird if you didn't. *Bumps Adra's shoulder with her head*
No one likes Deacon Death.
Deacon, what can you tell me about this? *pulls out a small blue crystal, it projects a hologram of Lorcan's silver poisoned chest*
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Ok... SO IT APPARENTLY POSTS!
But I can't see it on my computer
So I have to use my phone (which is what I'm on now)
Which is going to be very very annoying
DAMMIT
and sorry about the Double post xP I tried on Safari first and then chrome when it didnt work so yeah...
Anyway
HAI GUYSSSS!!! *supermegatacklehugsofdoom*
*in Blogland*
Uh... What, Rose?
Deacon, just... Answer him
((JURBER *cuddles Jubi* HI!))
(GIANT SPIDER ON MY LEG!!!!! I DONT WANT TO MOVE IT BECAUSE IT WILL BITE ME!!!))
*Glances at Deacon and takes a small step away* Uh... Okay... Um... Yeah...
Actually Deacon, you're in a realm known as the afterlife. It's where bad people go. Hell is quite nice in comparison to the afterlife.
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((hugs Em))
((is distant))
((Throws cake at Jubi))
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((Hello, Jubilance.
Alright, Zafira.
On an unrelated note, Aretha has resolved to write a brief chapter of my history as a novel for National Novel Writing Month, which takes place each November, if any of you happen to be interested.))
*she doesn't hear him move but when he speaks, it's from a few inches away from the back of her head, as if he was hiding behind her* They have to die of the plague... You can't help me kill them. *takes a shuddering breath* I'm sorry. I am so, so sorry, for everything.
*the footsteps stop, and a young boy with a heavy French accent speaks* Cristofer? We thought you were gone! Ysabel,Ethor, come here! I found Cristofer!
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ADRA!! DEATHY!! TRIP!!!! EM!!! ZAF!!
HAI!! *supermegatacklehugsofdoom*
*Musses Adra's hair* I tend to hate people when no one else does, Adra. It would be strange because... Nevermind. *Shrugs before turning back to Deacon*
*Lorcan takes back his hand and hides the silver veins beneath his sleeve*
Lorcan: I'm feeling a bit better. Starting to get used to walking again but it's good. And walking around in the snow is just amazing. I've never seen snow...
*Deacon whistles*
Deacon: Whew, that is the nastiest form of silver poisoning I've ever witnessed. Looks like it wasn't naturally pushed out. Either that or the bullets were dipped into a bloodroot mixture.
Well, I guess you could call the afterlife hell.
It's all rather to do with culture and religion and stuff.
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FABI!!! COCCO!!!!*supermegatacklehugsofdoom*
HAAIII!!!
Go on.
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@Niccolo: ...*hovers, ready to jump in*
@Rose: he's an ass, it's understandable
((Ari cool oh gods this isn't helping...Please let this plot end soon before I guarentee nightmares....))
Alexis: Lorcan...I know its still hurting you.
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