How are we all?
Are we all nervous? Terrified, even? Are we all dreading December 21st, the last day on Earth as predicted by the Mayans? Although, as Jon Stewart pointed out on The Daily Show, the Mayans haven't exactly got the best track record as far as predicting the end of civilisations go... to wit, the Mayans...
But I digress.
So how will you be spending the last day on Earth? Will you be surrounded by loved ones? Will you be sobbing into a tub of ice cream? Will you, in fact, forget all about the end of the world because you still haven't got your Christmas shopping done?
Or will you be reading a very special end-of-the-world short story as posted on this very Blog- a short story that will ONLY be available on the 21st and 22nd before being taken down- in which Skulduggery and Valkyrie track down the cause of the world's destruction and do their very best to avert it? A short story called "The Button"?
Hmm? Is THAT what you'll be doing?
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*sniffs the bottle*
*drains it dry*
*the room spins around her*
Oh . . . oh my . . . what did you put in this drink . . ?
*room snaps back into focus*
Adra?
Maralie?
Star?
*looks concerned*
How long was I drunk? Did I say anything embarrassing?
(I might now be able to stay for too long, fair warning, though I believe I have some time yet.)
*clutches head*
Ahhh . . . Adra . . . now I've got a hangover AND a headache from that damn portal . . . ugh . . .
Sir! *hugs* How are you?
Anni you were quite intoxicated
*Doctor
And, I can give you something for a hangover and headache
*holds up a hand*
I think I'm through with ingesting strange things given from you to me, thank you, Adra.
Ow . . .
*blinks wearily*
*looks up*
*smiles dismally*
Hullo, Sir. It's good to see you again.
Then perhaps you shouldn't have consumed alcohol
Er, greetings, Ms. Dark. I extend greetings to you, as well, Doctor.
I am a grown woman, Adra, and considerably older than yourself. I will drink whatever I please, and right now, what I please is tea.
*produces a cup of tea*
Would you like some? It's good, it's . . .
*reads label*
. . . Earl Grey.
. . .
Just . . . Earl Grey.
*sighs dismally*
@Annika: Hello! :)
@Adra: You can't end me, because "IT - NEVER - STOPA!" (You can't be everything to everyone!
Contagion, and I'm sitting on the side of Satan
What do you want from me?
They never told me the failure I was meant to be
Now, overdo it, don't tell me you blew it
Stop your bitching and fight your way through it
I'M - NOT - LIKE - YOU - I - JUST - FUCK - UP
Come on motherfucker everybody has to die
Come on motherfucker everybody has to DIE . . .
Yeah sorry. XD)
Hi Reingington! :)
#ChaseForBookNine
Age doesn't constitute maturity, Doctor
Earl Grey is very sufficient. It's a wonder you managed 500 years without tea with long names
OOH! I JUST NOTICED, MY WORD DOCUMENT FOR MY STORY IS OVER 100 KILOBYTES! *celebrates*
IN FACT, IT IS 101KB!!!! 101 WAS MY OLD HOUSE NUMBER!!!!
#ChaseForBookNine
I will, Star
Ah, greetings, Ms. Inkbright.
*STOPS
@Adra: You will not. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
*sips the Earl Gray*
*she looks dreadful*
*dark circles under her eyes*
*pale skin*
*breathe stinking of fever and gin*
*it's awful*
Tea . . . stars above, how I love tea . . .
I will.
*nods*
*sits, pulling a blanket over her shoulders*
*breath
@Adra: "GET THIS, COZ YOU'RE NEVER GONNA GET ME" - YOU WON'T. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
*yells from treehouse*
ADRAAAAAAA
(*hugs Star* I never said hi to you I'm so sorry! D:)
Doctor. Have you been... Sleeping well?
WHAT DO YOU WANT MARA
I try to avoid sleep these days.
*stirs sugar into her teacup*
Haven't slept for a week, maybe more. Driving from place to place.
I will, Star
Mark my worda
Greetings, Ms. Charm.
Doctor, that is not even remotely healthy.
Driving while sleep-deprived endangers not only yourself, but everyone around you.
*her phone buzzes*
*goes white* Excuse me... *gets to her feet, heading for her tower*
(Hiii Sirrrr)
ADRA I NEED YOUR OPINION ON SOMETHING
@Mara: HI! And, taht's fine. :)
@Adra: *words
There, all spelling errors marked. :)
(Thanks, Annika. :))
#ChaseForBookNine
I don't need to be sleep-deprived to be a danger to myself and those around me, stars above, Sir, really?
*angrily stirs faster*
Even if I WANTED to sleep, I doubt I can survive the nightmares a single night more. And Oscar. Oscar! With his portals and his prisons and I'm so pathetic I can't even escape from HIM on my own and-
*chips the cup*
*her bloodshot eyes widen*
*smiles shakily*
I'm sorry, Sir, I shouldn't get upset at you. You rescued me, and for that I am eternally grateful, of course.
@Mara: What's wrong with being a carrot, anyway?
#ChaseForBookNine
*pauses*
Fuck him
WHAT
(Lolololol the Fear is hysterical)
(Star - Well, in the Directioner fandom, a carrot is someone who still thinks it's 2010 and uses all the old jokes and stuff :/)
JUST COME HERE
*looks at her phone and back* MARA I CAN'T
PLEASE ADRA MY LIFE IS AT STAKE
...
*his face crumples slightly*
Firstly, Doctor, please. You have every right to be angry, honestly. I hardly wish for you to unhealthily restrain your emotions. There's every possibility that Oscar would have taken you out of that dimension by himself, in his own time. Super-villains tend to be rather predictable that way.
Secondly, you certainly survived Mr. Neurotic for several centuries. You are hardly pathetic.
Thirdly, unless you are a young man from South-East Asia, nightmares shall hardly kill you. If you are so concerned, sedative-induced sleeps tend to be nightmare-less.
(If you can hear one another screaming why shouldn't Maralie just shout her question across the aether at you?)
NO ANNI SHE NEEDS TO SEE THIS
@Mara: . . . Is there anything wrong with old jokes? They're still funny, yeah?
It's like when people go, "Oh, it's sort of an old song . . . it came out in 2011 . . ."
That's not old. XD
Sorry, rambling off.
You do realise that in a few years, anyone who refers to someone as a carrot will be being a carrot? XD
It's so cool how you have your own terminology. :) Don't you love that communitative feeling?
OH FUCK YOU SPELLCHECK THAT IS A WORD.
@Adra: :)
#ChaseForBookNine
*runs over* MARA WHAT THE HELL IS IT I'M IN A HURRY
*mumbles* How... how does this look?
(➡️)
*presses a hand to her head*
*headache throbbing*
Ugh . . . I'm to old for this, all of this . . . I ought to be put down.
I'm so tired of . . . of fighting. Of the nightmares. But I don't know anything else, and really there's no other way to live. Not anymore.
I'm tired of fighting Oscar. He did it. He's won. No use for any of this, any of us, not anymore.
It makes me sick to my stomach.
He used to be this great wonder of a supervillain, and now he's old, and tired, just like me, and I STILL can't get him out of my way for good.
And I have to sit back.
And do nothing.
And let all you brave little Bloglandians save my neck again and again.
*bitterly* There is no place for a coward in Blogland.
(Maralie, I looked at your profile to see the dress. Now, I'm an Ameriminion, you realize. Is there really a town called Tipperary in Ireland? Because if so, that is a fantastic name for a town.)
...Mara
*covers her mouth* Mara you look STUNNING!
(LOL THE IRONY))
You didn't ask my opinion, but it's a really pretty dress. :)
@Annika: *laughs* Yep, there is! :)
#ChaseForBookNine
(Anni - Well, Tipperary is a county :) but yeah, there is :) haha, thanks I guess.. :'))
(*hugs Star* I understand :P tbh I don't really know why we do that, but then again i kinda do. It just gets annoying when people are constantly talking about "LOUIS LOVESSSSS CARROTS!" like no it's 2013 please no. )
*blushes* Thanks... I just... I bought it. For the wedding. Before... the thing happened. And I... I think I... forgive Harry.
(Thanks Star! *huggles* I love it :3)
...
*suddenly leans in to the Doctor's face, and very closely examines her eyes*
That's odd.
So are you marrying him then?
((Hot damn Sir))
*stared back at Sir*
*turns faintly pink*
Erm, Sir, why is your face in my face?
Well, that's VERY odd.
*straightens back up*
For a while there, I believed you to be blind, considering how much you've seemed to be missing.
*turns a violent pink*
I beg your pardon!?
That's why I need your opinion. *chews lip*
Would... Would you forgive him if he did that to you?
((PH MY GOD)$
*half chuckles* Darling, you and I are very different. BOI wouldn't.
However, if he didn't do all the things he was said to do then I would.
Now, I'm sorry, but I really truly must go but I will be back soon
And - firstly, you're not a coward, and secondly, of course there's a place for a coward in Blogland. There's a place for everyone in Blogland. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
*sighs*
My good Doctor, you must realize. Being tired of fighting is something completely understandable.
But the very fact that you believe that being tired of it makes you lose, well. It makes one wonder if you can see the big picture, so to speak.
After all, if you simply stop engaging Mr. Neurotic, who has, quite sadly, modeled his entire life around fighting you, then you have thwarted him in the most extreme way possible.
((I SHIP SINNIKA))
((No, Ms. Charm. Simply no.))
Sorry, that was a bit late. Internet failed, yeah.
*hugs mara* :)
@Sir: *laughs* Brilliant. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
((I AM CONFLICTED BETWEEN OSMOSIS AND SIRCOCIOUS))
Thanks, Adra.
Bye.. *dashes over* *hugs* *teleports back*
((Yes, Sir. Simply yes.))
*dashes from Mara, to her lab*
*sees a form on the ground* Tzipora? Tzipora! *sprints over, kneeling next to her friend, who is cradling her elbow, looking battered and beaten*
Oh gods... Tzipora..
*disappears* *reappears with Harry*
Harry: *eyes widen* Ma-
Mara: *crashes her lips to his*
Hi yea
Greetings, Ms. Kerias.
((Hello...?))
#ChaseForBook9
*clears his throat* Adrasdos, you're late.
Yes, I know. I'm sorry, my friend needed my help... You know that I wouldn't skip these...meetings... Especially since I understand what is at stake
(I'm so dreadfully sorry I vanished! I'm back now. I beg your pardon.)
((*hugs Fabibibibibibubbles* Hiiii :)
Hey Zaf *hugs*))
*looks down at the ground*
. . . I say again, there is no place for a coward in Blogland.
And no matter how tired I am, I can NEVER stop engaging Oscar. He's modeled his life on me, but I too have modeled mine on him, and if I chose to back down . . .
Well then, he's beaten ME too . . .
((It is completely fine, Ms. Barnosky.))
Harry: *kisses her in between words* I'm.. so... sorry... Mara.
((Hello *waves to people*))
(Stars above, did somebody say SIROCIOUS?
The idea is very . . . odd.
*drinks tea to take her mind off things*
It seems odd, to me. Just, odd.)
Your friend needed your help... Over her? *gestures to Tzipora*
You have five minutes, Adrasdos. If you aren't down there, the consequences will be severe
Who is Garret?
(([hugs Mararararalilililily] Hi. :-) ))
((Hi Adra, Zaf, Anni, Sir, and anyone I missed))
#ChaseForBook9
((It is extremely odd, Ms. Barnosky. And quite inappropriate.))
*shrugs*
And? If you choose to not fight, it simply means you both lose.
*frowns*
And what does 'lose' mean? What are you losing? Think, what SHALL Mr. Neurotic do without you?
*quickly help/ carries Tzipora along to the medical bay, setting her elbow and giving her things for her cuts* Just lie still...
*smiles at her, then dashes away, putting on sweatpants, a crop top, and her gloves, heading down to the rink in her basement, a few bars coming from the ground like a fence, made from Alchemy*
We're ready, Garret..
((Er, Mara... My lab has wards))
((And a character that I have been using, Zaf))
(Ah.)
(*pretends that never happened*)
*nods, bowing slightly to her, readying himself*
First, Adrasdos- your opponents will not wait. They will continue without you if you do not arrive on time. And that, my darling will be... *says something in Slavic, grinning, and jabbing a few punches at her*
(I agree, Sir. I hope I don't offend you by saying that.)
*shivers uncomfortably*
My mind . . . my memory isn't what it was, Sir, you know that. 500 years, and you begin to forget . . . things. I can't remember a time before him. When we weren't fighting.
*shivers in horror*
I don't know what I'd be without him
I don't know what he'd be without me.
But even that, even that dreadful, awful, chilling thought, has GOT to be better than the nightmares . . .
HARRALIE!!!!!!!!
Hey Zaf! :)
Sorry I'm distant . . . msd, btw.
I SHIP SIRCOCIOUS. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
((Oh!!))
*quickly dodges them each, twisting and jumping onto his shoulders, looking her legs around his chest and flipping them both over , her carefully and softly, Garret landing perfectly where others would be flipped*
*sighs irritably* Damn you. *kicks at just under his knee*
((Of course it does not offend me, Ms. Barnosky.))
Doctor, I thought humans were creatures of the future. Perhaps you are simply clinging a bit too hard to the past.
*gives Sir a strange look*
*decides to leave his comment alone*
I have little future to look forward to, Sir. The past is all I've got, even if I can barely remember it.
*carefully leaps in a forward flip, grabbing her ankle, and twisting violently*
*shouts instructions at her in Slavic once more*
*hauls her to her feet, before slamming her head multiple times into the metal railing*
*lets her fall to the ground*
*sighs* One Garret, zero Adrasdos.
(I'm glad to hear it. I am, however, proud to call you a friend!
*smiles pleasantly*)
((I return the sentiment, Ms. Barnosky.))
With all due respect, my good Doctor, that is naught but stuff and nonsense.
*is sitting with Ravel in the treehouse*
Ravel: Hello Zaf
Stuff and nonsense, well!
*crosses arms and legs*
If you consider yourself an expert on such HUMAN affairs, what do YOU think I should do now?
*groans from the floor in pain*
*after a few minutes, feels a hand touch her shoulder, and sees the cuts fade into gnarly bruises, one over her forehead, one on her jaw, multiple ones on her arms, and her ankle is a deep black and purple*
Gods.... *stumbles to her feet* What now?
*holds up his hands in an appeasing manner*
Please, Doctor, I hardly claim to be an expert. I was merely making a suggestion.
Hmm... What was it that you did last time? Go for a run, then jump into the water?
That doesn't really seem fit, although it is effective.
*snaps his fingers* I know!
You will go to the waterfall. There is a rock at the top, right here the water peaks. You will hang there for twenty minutes, then come back.
If you fall, it is five more minutes added.
*points to the door* *threateningly* Go. And make sure no one sees... *points to her gnarly face* Now, hop to it Adrasdos.
*relaxes*
I'm sorry, you're right. I shouldn't have lost my temper. But in my defense you have done NOTHING but tell me how I ought not to have been living for 500 years.
I haven't heard a SUGGESTION from you, good Sir, not one.
So let's talk like gentleman. Or gentleman-and-lady, rather. What is your . . . suggestion?
*lays against him* thanks
Ravel: Of course I kind of like being with you alone
*sighs* *begins to curse him in every known language and jogs through her lab, stepping outside and shivering, noting her exposed stomach*
Oh this is going to suck..
*jogs for the waterfall*
...
Doctor. I must be candid, and say that I have absolutely no clue as to what you should do so that you may move on from simply fighting Mr. Neurotic. As I have clearly been wasting your time, I apologize quite deeply.
Mara: *entwines her fingers with Harry's* *murmurs* You do have a habit of screwing things up, don't you? *smiles softly*
Harry: I guess you forgive me, though? *looks down* Oh my... Mara, are you...
Mara: Y-Yeah. This is my wedding dress.
Harry: ... I love you. I'm sorry. I am so, so sorry. *kisses*
Mara: I love you too. *kisses back*
Please, no, I should be the one apologizing. You've always been very kind and at least tried to help me, and I've greeted it only with hostility.
I'm sorry.
But I'm afraid I'm beyond help.
Thank you for trying, though. You're a good friend.
*slows to a walk, casually going for the water* *shivers violently, marking with her eyes the purple and black to yellow and green bruises on her arms* *sighs* fuck
The sea of tall grass finally ended, and there was a wide expanse of plain ground, littered with jagged boulders.
"We can find shelter here, maybe weave a grass roof between boulders like that," Fabi gestured to a rock with a split down the middle.
Sandra nodded. "The lookouts can have a higher vantage point. It works."
Sebastian shrugged. "It's getting too dark for us to pick and choose." He glanced around. "Just make sure we stick close together."
Judith could sense his anxiety, and wondered what about this place frightened him. She hoped he wasn't worried about rock-crushing giants. She didn't want to deal with any of those.
She contemplated writing "Don't worry" in the dirt, but she was pretty sure it would be interpreted as "I have a plan for if anything attacks us," which she didn't, or "I'm just trying to be nice," which she wasn't.
She watched the others gather grass to for shelter or blankets or both, and thought this would be a good time to meditate.
She caught Sandra's eye, and gestured to a sort of burrow-thing beneath one of the boulders. Sandra nodded.
Judith crawled into the hole and curled in a ball, closing her eyes.
#ChaseForBook9
*sighs*
Doctor, you are hardly beyond help, and I apologize for not being able to offer a suggestion.
In any case, I have a question.
How did Mr. Neurotic manage to capture you in that dimension?
(The tale is fairly short, and is posted on Superfluous Adventures. You can go take a look at that, if you like.)
I . . . I may have interrupted him. At a torture session at his house. I was going to . . . that's not important, the point is, he had the medallion, and he snapped us both into that reality, gloated for a bit, and left.
*eyes narrow in anger*
As easy as that. As simple and easy as that, damn him.
((FABI'))
*begins climbing up, noticing how dark it is by the waterfall* *does her best not to trip or complain, because, after all, this was her compromise. Her in exchange for the continued existence of her friends*
*takes a deep breath*
((Worry not, Ms. Barnosky, for I have seen it already.))
... Doctor, extra-dimensional travel is rather easy, once you have the means to do so. There is no need to beat yourself up over it.
*sighs, and absentmindedly rubs something in his pocket*
(Oh, lovely!)
*glances at Sir's pocket*
*decides to not say anything*
*doesn't wish to upset Sir*
Well. There, hopefully, isn't much of a chance of Mr. Neurotic getting a 3RD medallion.
I hope not . . .
*suddenly looks confused*
Where the devil did he get the second one anyway . . ?
*carefully hops across to the rock, sitting* Oh gods.. *carefully sticks a foot in* *jumps over, grabbing into the rock, hanging there, frigid water falling all about her* *ends up breathing when she can*
He said that it was given to him by the... Hopeless? Some sort of similar word. The strange creature that took upon the form of a girl.
((ADRA))
#ChaseForBook9
((hi Fabroo!))
The . . . the Wishful? And the Ashamed?
*FLASHBACK*
"You're losing your mind, Precocious, isn't that right? Forgetting things? Don't you wish you had control? Don't you wish you could remember? I can help you do that, Precocious."
"You're a coward. A filthy, damnable, contemptable coward, who needs a wretched attempt at a supervillain to feel validated and who needs friends to save her neck every day. Don't you have the decency to feel ashamed?"
*FLASHBACK END*
Yes . . . I remember them. From that creepy fro-yo place . . .
((Hi!))
((Hm... I'm writing on two levels of reality now, so I don't know which to add to next! Help!))
#ChaseForBook9
(Write on the level between inconsequence and invulnerability, and do not allow yourself to be fazed by the jellyfish.)
;((AGHHHH I DUNNO))
*gasps, resurfacing for a moment, feeling her fingers freeze and get stuck in the same position, frozen* *ducks under the water again, hanging further*
... Quite.
*looks at her oddly*
Well, the next time it appears, I certainly hope that it isn't an image, so I may kill it.
*shrugs*
You and me both, my friend.
Titanium is the best song ever...
Just saying
That, and Replay. Love them
Ah, well. Now, Doctor, since it has caused you so much trouble, would you prefer to destroy Mr. Neurotic's Medallion?
*feels her grip give way, and screams, her voice raw and strained from the salt water* *falls into the water far below, knocking her arm on a rock* *tumbles with the current*
((That's interesting advice indeed...))
((I DON'T KNOW EITHER. D:))
((I think I'll just float between both and write what comes out of my brain...))
#ChaseForBook9
((Okay! *nods abruptly*))
*chuckles*
I would. Gladly. If I knew where it was, or how to go about destroying magical artifacts. I'm not good with artifacts, sigils, and the like. I had to hire a girl to paint all those symbols on my van.
Well, tossing them in to fire tends to help.
*bobs to the surface of the water* *gasps for breath, her muscles locking, feeling frozen as she is dragged under*
*is standing by the water, watching bemusedly*
*calls* Adrasdos, I suggest swimming
*chuckles in amusement*
Well then. If you happen to have the medallion nearby . . .
*spreads hands in front of her*
*neon blue energy pulses down her arm and and sprays into the center of the room*
*leaving a rather fantastic-looking blue fire*
*it is neatly contained, and will not spread*
*smiles dreamily*
I must say, I DO enjoy doing that.
Well, it is wonderful to see you in a moo...
*rather wisely decides to shut up*
*withdraws the medallion from his pocket, and extends it to the Doctor*
*fumes* *shouts* I CAN'T! *is pulled under once again, tumbling* *grasps out, grabbing a rock, and is pushed into a place where the current is still* *flops out onto the bank, into the snow, shivering violently*
*cautiously takes the medallion and looks at it*
*for a long moment*
It's . . . it's quite something, isn't it . . .
*runs a finger around its circumference*
*swallows*
*and hurls it into the fire, which spits blue sparks into the air*
*her eyes get a little brighter*
That . . . that felt great!
((Im kinda here but...scared away))
(I'm sorry, Zafira, that you were scared away. Here, have some delicious pralines.)
*exhales, clearly relieved*
Well, that's that business done.
Heh. Thank you. Thank you!
How did you even get it?
*stands above Adrasdos*
Cold there? *smiles, pulling an arm around her waist and effortlessly picking her up* We could just go somewhere colder..
No...
*begins to kick at him, screaming and demanding that she be let go*
I, um...
*looks rather peeved*
Sort of imprisoned Mr. Neurotic. Until he gave me the medallion's location.
Oh!
*looks a little miffed*
Is he alright? No.
*holds up a hand*
No, it's not important, I don't need to know, nor do I care.
But seriously though, is he alright?
Oh, of course. I would have hardly left him floating...
Though I'm not entirely sure what happened to him after he left...
((Owwwwy))
*smirks, lifting her up, and tossing her forward into the snow*
Adri, I believe we have had enough for tonight... You may go back to your friends.
*pauses*
But will you really be able to look at them the same knowing that it's on their accord that you have to suffer daily?
Think about it. *winks* See you tomorrow
*he forms a portal, steps through, and disappears*
*swallows grimly*
I expect I'll find out soon enough.
*sighs*
*smiles when she sees the blue fire*
Thank you. For your help, I mean. If I may . . .
*hugs Sir*
*steps away and straightens her hat awkwardly*
Would you like some tea? Normal tea, without a long and ridiculous name?
*her lip trembles, but she shoves the thought away, shakily getting to her trembling feet, noticing the bloody footprints she makes when she walks*
*covers her exposed arms, feeling icicles form in her hair and over her skin*
*begins trudging for the fire to sit by*
Erm.
*awkwardly adjusts his suit, and raises his eyebrows*
I merely did what anyone else would, my good Doctor.
And tea is fine, no matter how long or short the name.
*produces a black tea set, complete with sugar bowl*
*the set is covered with symbols*
*looks down at it*
*then up at Sir*
I suppose I shouldn't make you drink tea out of my van . . .
*chuckles merrily and puts it away, producing instead a white set*
*made of proper China*
*with a sugar bowl AND a cream bowl*
Earl Grey, I should think. That's better.
*china
*sits in front of the fire, glancing at her reflection, seeing how prominent all of her bruises looked against her pasty white skin*
*finds an idle blanket, pulling it around her, and over her head so it covers her face in a shadow*
*nods gratefully*
Thank you, my good Doctor.
(Adra, where are you? Are you in the same room/building/location/dimensional plane as us? If you would like tea, we could bring you some.)
How many sugars?
None, please.
(HOLY NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE.
I appear to have gotten first.)
((Indeed.))
((I danced with a guy...))
*passes Sir his tea*
I love tea. Some days it seems like the best thing the world has to offer.
*sips her tea*
(I would like to dedicate this page to our soldiers across the seas. God bless America, broken and flawed as she may be.
*salutes the star spangled banner*)
((Er... I'm by the firepit. In Blogland. I imagine that it's somewhere near the bar and Mara's house))
*sits there, staring at the flames*
((..
You know, I don't think I want to ehar hear to that, but I believe I will... *raises glass* Hear hear!))
((yay))
(*applauds appreciatively*
I'm happy for you, Zafira. I did NOT dance with a man, for reasons two. One, I can't dance, and two, I know no men who would ever wish to dance with me.)
Perhaps, my good Doctor. The world has many things to offer.
((And how was the aforementioned dance, Ms. Kerias?))
((Was quite fun! :D ))
*sips tea*
I used to be fond of blackberries, I think. Summertime blackberries. And poker, of course. And good music.
*sighs wistfully*
*is with Ravel still*
((Wonderful to hear, Ms. Kerias.))
Hm, blackberries.
*takes a quiet sip"
*carefully reaches a pale hand from under the blanket and finds a cup of tea from beside her* *sips it, finding it cold- yet it was still warmer than her*
((Plots evilness))
((Wonders if now would be a good time to commence phase two of the reveal.))
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*lays next to him* Finally we're alone
Ravel: About damn time
((Whenever you want, Fabi))
*lets the cup of cold tea fall into the snow, spilling out*
Yes, blackberries. They used to grow all over the New England countryside.
*sighs wistfully*
Oh, I remember frolicking all over those hills. Just a kid, just a little girl. I was supposed to picking them for pies but I always ate more than I brought home anyway . . .
*laughs softly*
*opens his mouth, but softly snaps it shut*
*slowly gets to her feet, trudging back for the lab*
*comes out later with a dry pair of clothes on, and a hooded jacket to keep up* *sits down with her freshly-brewed hot tea before the fire*
*sips it calmly, collected*
*laughs again and sets down the teacup*
Little things. Silly little things like blackberries in the summertime. Don't know why I bother talking about them, really, it's not as if you care.
*stretches*
*sighs*
It's getting late, and I am tired.
*glances out the window*
Maybe I should be going home.
We-ell, I say home. I live at the Midnight Hotel, so, heh, Home Sweet Home till Anton kicks me out!
*laughs*
Silly things, perhaps, but silly things you can remember.
((The next bit is a bit more dependent on other people, so I sort of have to wait for a good moment...))
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*takes a deep, shuddering breath*
*exhales*
*looks at Sir in wonder*
. . . Yes.
Yes, Sir, you're right . . .
. . . I can remember blackberries in the summertime . . .
. . .
. . .
I . . . I should go . . .
*gone the laughing monster hunter, replaced by a pale and uncertain girl in a lab coat*
I . . .
*swallows grimly*
Stars above . . . I can remember . . . blackberries in the summertime . . .
*sits down heavily on a nearby chair*
*stretches her feet out, putting them close to the fire to warm up*
*notices her gnarly bruise on her ankle*
*lets it go*
((There is never a good time))
(I will have to go in a little bit, so . . . I beg your pardon, Fabi . . .)
Erm, perhaps you should... Rest, my good Doctor.
*grabs Sir's arm before he leaves*
*eyes sparkling with unimaginable happiness*
Sir . . .
I can remember blackberries in the summertime!
*lets go of Sir and laughs in delight*
I-
I can-
I can remember blackberries in the summertime!
*laughs*
OKay, ANni
WHoa
((You always were a pessimist, Zaf.))
((S'alright, Annika.))
#ChaseForBook9
((Oh damn))
*awkwardly shakes his sleeve, and smiles nervously*
Congratulations, my good Doctor. I...
Quite.
*gets up, her boots hitting the snow and begins to make a snow angel*
((Thanks I always wanted to be insulted))
I . . . I haven't been able to remember ANYTHING that far back . . . for year, YEARS . . .
*takes a deep breath*
*remember she hasn't slept in over a week*
I should . . . I should go home. Well, to the hotel . . .
I . . . need to sleep.
Something tells me I won't have the nightmares tonight.
*shakily produces the black tea set and starts looking for the 'VAN' symbol as she walks out the door onto the street*
...
Odd.
*shrugs*
*finishes the snow angel and makes a tiny halo*
*nods*
((And I always wanted someone to sarcastically lash out at me and assume I hate them! It's positively delightful! For your information, I use the word pessimist to describe someone who expects bad things. That is an honest assessment on may part, and is not meant as an insult or compliment of any kind.))
((Now, if you'll excuse me, I must depart.))
((Farewell, all.))
#ChaseForBook9
(I am now forced to leave you. No, no, dry your tears, save your poetry-writing skills for topics more worthy than I. Do not fear; I shall return one day, for you, my adoring public. Weep not; you will learn to love again. Pick up the pieces of your shattered hearts, and carry on without my magnificent presence.)
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