A little over half an hour ago, I buried my doggy.
Not one of the silly doggies. Mable passed away a few months ago, and Sherlock is still pottering around the kitchen. No, this was MY doggy. This was Ali, my German Shepherd, my Alsation, the best dog in the whole world, and the undisputed love of my life.
Almost fourteen years ago, we needed a dog. I was living at home and working on the farm, and it was decided that we were getting a new dog, a few years after our last one had died. My mum, being my mum, looked upon this decision as a starting point. From here, the breed would be chosen, we'd start asking around, and then, in a few months time, we'd actually get the dog.
My dad, being my dad, looked upon this decision as a go-ahead to get a dog the very next day.
And so, while my mum was at work, we drove to a house down the road who'd just had a brand new batch of puppies. It was my little sister who picked which one we'd take home — she picked the quietest out of all the yapping pups — and we took the pup home, and I was in love.
It was obvious to everyone that she was going to be mine. We kept her in a shed for the first week or two, because she was filthy and she smelled terrible. But every evening after work I was in that shed, sitting on the ground with her. I couldn't stand to hear her whine. I couldn't stand the thought of her being lonely. I convinced my parents that she should be an indoor dog, and after she'd been washed and didn't smell quite so bad, my folks gave in.
Oh, and her name? I remember this discussion VERY clearly. We were all in the living room one evening. I wanted to call her something awesomely cool. I'm pretty sure I wanted her named either Buffy or Xena. Nobody else agreed with me. But, I argued, I'm the one who's going to be looking after her and feeding her and spending the most time with her. Surely I should be the one to name her?
Apparently not. I'm pretty sure it was Audrey who suggested the name. Remember, this was fourteen years ago, and the TV show Ally McBeal was at the height of its popularity.
"Ally!" Audrey said. "Because she's an Alsation! And also Ally McBeal!"
I was outvoted, but I vowed that day that my doggy's name should forever be spelled... Ali.
(Take THAT, Ally McBeal.)
Ali became a part of the family. Granted, it was the part of the family that slept in the kitchen and to whom my older sister Nadine never REALLY warmed. Every so often she'd look at Ali lying there, and she'd soften, and go over and pet the dog and say nice things. And then the moment Ali nudged against her Nadine would freak out and the dog would wonder what the hell was going on.
But we all loved her. When she was a pup, she used to run at whoever was sitting in the armchair in the kitchen, leap up and stand on their chest/shoulder/head and look around, like she was proudly surveying her territory. A year or two passed, and it never occurred to her that maybe she was too big to keep doing that, so she kept doing it. Many a time my dad would be sitting in the armchair reading the paper, and I'd see Ali readying herself like a sprinter on the block. Suddenly she'd leap, bursting through the newspaper, and dad would cry out in alarm and there'd be a mad scramble of legs and then sudden stillness, and she stood on my father's chest, one paw in his face, looking around at her kingdom. And the only thing we'd hear from dad would be a "Bloody mutt..."
Then, of course, she got too big and too powerful even to do THAT. The amount of times she'd leap onto dad and find herself hurtling over the back of the chair...
Ali had many talents. She was a bit of an actress, appearing in my very first movie, Dead Bodies. She can be seen at the start, jumping up and down at a patio door. I was on the other side of that door, though you can't see me, leaping about like a nutter in order to get her excited. That was her first and only film role. I think she realised she had a choice to make — LA, or Ireland. She chose Ireland.
I wrote the first Skulduggery book with her in my room. Every single evening I'd sit at my computer, writing away, and I'd hear the pat pat pat of her approach, and she'd nudge the door open with her nose, walk in, jump up on my bed, and curl up and watch me. That's how we spent our evenings. She wasn't happy without me and I wasn't happy without her.
After the book got picked up, I went to New York for a week to meet with my American publishers. After a few days I started to miss Ali DREADFULLY. I called home and my mum told me that Ali was spending her nights in my room, waiting for me to come home. When I finally did come home, she got all excited and started bouncing and whirling in circles, and then we went to my room, and she got up on the bed and I leaned in, and she licked my face for fifteen minutes. It was disgusting — by the end of it, my face had a thick layer of saliva coating it — but I didn't want to move. Fifteen minutes. I counted.
I used to take her for long walks around the fields a couple of times a day. Whenever I'd get stuck writing, off we went. I'd sort out problems with the plot as I walked, and Ali would chase birds and rabbits and splash in puddles and come back to me every now and then for a cuddle, then bound off again. Those memories are some of my favourites from when I was living at home. I was happy, I had a future, my family was proud of me, and I had my dog.
In 2008 or thereabouts, I moved out. I bought a house seven minutes away, so every evening I could go back to visit the folks and walk the dog. For a long time after I moved out, Ali would wait outside my old bedroom for me to return. I hate thinking of times like those, times when she was disappointed or she missed me and I wasn't there. She got used to the new arrangement, of course. Now she started looking forward to 5:30, when I'd walk in. Around that time every single day, she'd be waiting at the kitchen door. She'd get so excited to see me, and after we'd played around and she settled down, she went back to the door to wait for my mum to come home. Her ears would perk up and I'd know she heard an engine, and I'd open the front door just as my mum got out of the car and Ali would race out, excited all over again.
About four years ago Ali got cancer. She developed a large tumour on her belly. I was distraught. She had an operation to get rid of it, but the vet told us the cancer was going to come back. He gave her two years, maybe. Two more years with my dog.
These last few years, Ali got old. She got stiff. The long walks became shorter and shorter. She couldn't handle it anymore. And suddenly there were babies in the house, wobbling about. Ali didn't know quite what to make of them. She learned pretty early on to try and stay away if she possibly could. She was great with the kids. She's never been anything other than gentle and loving and lovely.
Yesterday I took her on a short walk, just out to the shed. We reached the shed and she lay down. This wasn't normal. I went over and petted her and she seemed fine. She got up and followed me to the postbox, and lay down again. Then she followed me back inside the house, and went to her mat and lay down.
"Is everything okay?" my mum asked.
"No," I said.
She had perked up this morning, according to the text my mum sent, but by this afternoon she was lying down again. We took her to the vet. She lay in the back of my jeep and he came out, but he didn't even have to examine her to see that the cancer was back. He injected her there and then and I cried. I haven't cried like that in... I don't ever remember crying like that. I'm crying right now. I love my dog and I miss her, and the reason I'm writing this is because she deserves to be remembered.
Thursday, September 26, 2013
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«Oldest ‹Older 2401 – 2600 of 4959 Newer› Newest»*calls out* You realise we're the Trip Castalans? *points at alternate Trip and himself* That's Benjamin! He's an idiot!
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You can say that again, Sir
Sorry if I'm suddenly sounding a little gruff. This is Ember, not Mycroft. Yeah.
Okay. Bye. Seriously. I can't stop typing right now. meh
It technically is, it's just that if everybody did it, it'd be a real pickle.
Bye again.
Bye, Ember! *hugs*
Bye Ember.
So... You gonna do something about those hunters or do you want us to do it? It's kind of why were here.
#ChaseForBook9
-the drone lowers it's turrets, and drops a small metal case-
Rub this on your wounds. Your activity will be reported to the Nexus.
-the drone flies back, and hovers 50m above me, cloaking itself-
You dont know who i am Mr Rayne or you Mr Castalan. *Throws light at them both forming cages*
*the cage doesn't really mean much seeing as Trip is under an energy sheild, so the lightening just bounces off the shield*
#ChaseForBook9
-black electricity flies out of my hand, blocking the cage attack-
I do not think so.
Stand down. Now.
Benjamin, I know many people who don't know me.
#ChaseForBook9
*Turns back into Bens body*
I.. *opens box and takes out the contents, putting it over her broken arm then standing up, feeling the pain lessen* *packs the box away in her bag* *hops down from her beech and onto the street and moving quickly*
So... do you want us to kill them? They haven't really stopped shooting you, and the banging is getting quite annoying.
#ChaseForBook9
*Walks up to Trace* You cannot make me stand down
Bejamin, don't do this, can we please just talk to the nice space man robot?
#ChaseForBook9
*Doesnt turn but Trip is thrown into a wall* No talking, I was sent for a reason
I am required to recover intel on Benjamin Lament, Trip Calastan and Adrasdos Dark. This is not an assassination contract. However, I will make it one if I have to.
-looks at Trip-
I am 100% human. Retard.
We'll come willingly, but we have business to finish here. Could you pick us up at the end of the week?
#ChaseForBook9
*slips out of the catacombs* Good. *dashes outside and beelines right for the symbol*
*Turns from Trace* You wont get information stood there
You know, that's very offensive to the mentally disabled. Please don't use that word again.
#ChaseForBook9
(brb, dinner.)
#ChaseForBook9
Yeah, please don't say that, Dylan.
(It was a joke. Obviously not funny, I take it)
Well, there is no need. My drone has just listened and recorded all of that. I have required all of the intel that I need. Thank you for your... Co-operation.
*Destroys drone* Co-operation?
*scowls*
Honestly, must everyone act like a hooligan? It IS possible to speak civilly, fools.
*feels the ground, which is almost completely healed* Grand... *hops in the gaps of the symbol, ending up next to Alter-her, who is still dead*
*sits down* Adra, please- I know you don't believe in a god, but I do- and... Come back. I know you can, your soul was absorbed but it's still there and I need your help or the Trips are going to die.
That drone does not matter. The signals have already been sent to the Nexus.
((The fact that it was used-
No, Nevermind, just please don't say it again))
Hello Siralir
*Walks towards two people stood round a fire*
.... Siralir? Would you care to explain, Adrasdos?
Okay then. Ignore me, Lament. I don't mind.
-continues on to my Pod-
I don't know, I made it up...
*turns back* hell... *leans over alter-her* Are you just going to stay dead?
Back.
*shouts after him, hunters still shooting at him* So you'll pick us up on Sunday, yes?
#ChaseForBook9
Are you sure about this, Adrasdos? Bringing back the dead, reviving the near dead, it is a dirty business...
sorry, i dissappeared. I did not mean to ignore you Trace
I'm not going to bring her back, actually. But- she's your universe's Adra. She didn't deserve to die... I think she should still help people live... Because she shouldn't have died saying my universe.
Well, after recovering intel, the Nexus is now currently available to call in an air strike on you, and your pathetic friends. And that air strike cannot be customized to battle your abilities, or even be launched without me. So if you don't mind, I'll be going. And yes, I may pick this up on Sunday. That is, if you are alive. -keeps walking towards my Pod-
Er, yes, my universe's Adrasdos... Still, manipulating the spirits is dangerously close to being a *pauses for a very small second* warlock.
Well, that guy was mean. Shall we finish up here then?
*a chorus of affirmatives a comes from the group, and they leap out and start killing the hunters, within five minutes all the hunters are dead*
#ChaseForBook9
She has a soul still, energy can be replaced. Her body is dead but her entity isn't, I think. It's still alive in someone, so- we're good. It's no different than, say, a transplant
brb
-walks into my Pod, a HUD popping up from my wrist armour-
-enters in the co-ordinates-
-the Pod starts heating up for Return To Nexus-
Adrasdos, bringing back the dead is STILL a perversion of nature. I... I cannot contribute any energy to such a cause. I apologize. The world would be better if some things would stay dead.
Owwwwwwww . . .
*rubs head*
Owwwww . . .
*tries to stand up but can't*
What . . .
*slips back into unconsciousness*
What, you think we should just leave her? Your friend? Are you kidding me? She saved this planet and probably yours too from a number of issues when the population doubles. *glares at him*
((Hiya
Do not TEMPT me, Adrasdos. I take NO pleasure from this, but I simply can NOT be friend to a cause as this. In any case, whatever she did to save either world matters not. All worlds die, Adrasdos, eventually. I thought you of all people would realize that.
(Ah! Zafira! How have you been?)
((Hi)
*hops from the circle* in any case, we can't even revive her yet. Your universe Trip isn't here
Then you have obviously missed the bouts of resurrection that have been happening over the months. Adra told me all about it.
-the pod starts heating up, the HUD then popping up.
"This is not a viable place to leave Unknown. You will be dispatched in 3, 2, 1...
-the pod lifts off, and moves out into the open space, my radar showing Trip only 15 metres away-
Silver handed man: So, what now?
Crystal staff man: I don't know. I guess we need to sweep the city.
Gold Hair Man: But what then? Our numbers are crushed.
Other Trip: After that, you keep doing what you're doing now. Saving lives, fighting back. But me, I need to find my wife. Then, other Trip and I have to go, otherwise we endanger you all.
True.
Larklight: Well then master, we best be off then.
Other Trip: No, Larklight, I can't endanger you by taking you with me. I will apprentice you to this group, they will surely be able to teach you as I have, and keep you far safer than I did.
LarklighT: But... master...
Other Trip: I'm so sorry.
Come on, we need to go.
Other Trip: So we do. I bid you farewell, and good luck.
As do I. *yhey turn and run out of the warehouse*
#ChaseForBook9
*nods doubtfully*
I will do nothing to interfere with your course, but I must admit unease.
Hi Zaf, Annika.
#ChaseForBook9
Why don't I find that surprising... *moves her elbow again, still rather painfully* you're in luck I haven't hit you yet
-gets a new message on my HUD-
"The Nexus captain requires an assailant by the name of 'Adrasdos Dark' to be brought back to the Nexus."
-sighs, and taps a button, letting out a drone, which quickly flies over to Adra's location-
-the drone fires a magic proof net at Adra, concealing her in a net that contains her powers, the drone flying her into the Pod-
(Hello, Trip. Lot's of scary stuff going down, I see. Can I be of assistance, or is the best thing I can do stay out of your hair?)
-The Pod takes off, firing off into space, towards the Nexus, Adra in the Pod with me-
Wait-hell. *kicks at the symbol so it dies down and is lifted up?*
Back.
(I don't even know Annika, we seem to be up against an invincible enemy, so... do as you see fit.)
#ChaseForBook9
Back
Trip, give me an update. What has happened?
Dragona, you may help me if you wish
Sooooooooo....
Hopefully they get to the broken symbol in time...
G- A NET!? Oh for...
Oh. Okay then.
*runs away in terror and decides to get drunk in local bar*
Bloody hell, they're fighting a dirty great war out there . . .
-lands in The Nexus, Adra immediately being taken away to the cells, her powers remaining bound-
(Msd, sleep. It's 3:42 AM)
(Is currently running through the underground city, but will inform you through the medium of talking out of character! Wooooo! Spoooookyyyy!
Um, the channellers went to a warehouse and killed most of the channeller hunters in the area, Trace turned up and is gonna kill us or something and Benjamin is on some ambiguous murderous rampage across time and space for no clear reason.)
#ChaseForBook9
Yeah, hi- ARE YOU SURE YOU HAVE THE RIGHT VERSION OF ME
(So, how can I help?)
(Sorry, currently unknown reason.)
#ChaseForBook9
(As I said, no idea.)
#ChaseForBook9
(I'll go and get the channellers)
*cloaks and goes towards the warehouse*
Right then, space. Been a while since I've had to use radiation shielding...
*groans, and presses his fingertips against his temple*
*a sound like shrieking metal fills the air, and he steps forward, into the void*
*Appears beside Trip* Your not safe *Dissappears*
*falls off barstool*
Apocalypse . . . hic . . . hope Benjamin kills bunch of blokes . . . you go, Ben . . .
*keeps running* No shit, we have a crazy space man trying to kill us with special missiles. (You know they're on our side right?)
#ChaseForBook9
(Oh wait, Ben is the bad guy now?)
(Are they?) *Appears running* I mean, you will have to face justice at some point you know.
(The channeller rebels were never the bad guys. The government and business ones were, and they all died except for two, who are long gone.)
#ChaseForBook9
Ugh. *sits on the floor* YO CAN I GET SOME FOOD UP IN HERE
JUSTICE FOR WHAT YOU CRAZY FUCKWIT?
Sorry. But man you're annoying.
#ChaseForBook9
*uncloaks next to Ben and fires shotgun*
(I dunno, Dragona! *whimper*)
Hic . . . hic . . . teehee, I felled over . . .
*waves bottle at Adra*
Food and stuff is over here! Hic!
Hic! Gotta stop, gotta be sober now . . .
*winces, and shivers all over, then sats up straighter*
That's better.
*stands up and brushes herself off*
((Hmm. Dylan, if you fell asleep I'm just going to still participate in what I was doing))
*eats some bacon* *stares at the symbol* they have an hour to get this right or else... *frowns*
Hi everyone
Hi Chione.
#ChaseForBook9
Hello Chione
G'day, Chione!
Justice for the people you killed
*Dissappears just before bullet hits*
*turns invisible again*
Hi Chi. *paces nervously*
*bullet hits a wall next to him* Wow. Well done, I've killed people, it's kind of my job. *reaches the surface, and they run to where Adra's body is*
#ChaseForBook9
Finally *gestures to the Blogland-? Universe Adra* Go for it
*approaches ParaAdra cautiously, with one hand on weapon*
Ahem, Ms. Adra?
*straightens lab coat*
You may not know me, I am Doctor Precocious, legendary demonslayer, and this is my butler. We would like to offer you a business opportunity.
And Im doing my job
*summons Adra's buttery yellow soul chunk to his hands* So what do I do?
#ChaseForBook9
Which is?
#ChaseForBook9
... I have no idea...
O...Kay?
Well, here goes nothing. *pushes the energy into Adra's chest*
#ChaseForBook9
You dont need to know
*nothing happens for a moment*
Other Trip: Actually, we do.
#ChaseForBook9
*frowns* Not-Trip, are you sure you did it right?
Omg that's so sad... I remember when my dog died... I had him since I was a few days old... he had cancer too.... I was only ten when he died but i cried for days...
*swallows hard with nervousness*
Erm . . . Ms. ParaAdra . . . you see, my butler and I have been rather out of the loop. A we have skills, you see, unique skills. And a creepy van. A unique creepy van.
But what we don't have is power. Influence. We don't just want to be two-bit monster hunters. We want to write our names in the pages of history.
*grins eagerly, eyes flash madly*
If you can help us accomplish this, you'll have two monster hunters for life. We're good. Braver than O'Callahan and smarter than Bane. We can to do GREAT things.
Well?
*holds out hand*
What do you say?
((Sorry cousin telling me about dorm life))
Other Trip: Please, darling, Other Trip.
Yeah. And no, I'm not. I thought you knew what to do.
#ChaseForBook9
Hi Zaf.
#ChaseForBook9
*uncloaks next to Trip*
Hello Zaf
Hello Dragona.
#ChaseForBook9
Whatever it is, now isn't a good time.
#ChaseForBook9
It's just Adra... Not ParAdra...
I'm afraid I must decline- I don't fight as must as I used to, "X" number of years ago. I, well, I have to focus on my family now. I didn't before- but I must. I honestly appreciate the compliment, but I'm afraid there isn't a lot I can do for you two.
Apologies..
Sorry-
I don't know what to do, though! I stopped practicing alchemy ages ago... I mean... Maybe... Um...
Doctor Precocious's eyes flashed, blue sparks snapping from them. A split-second later, they were gone, and she smiled.
"I . . . understand."
*turns invisible again*
If you like, when we get back to our universe, you can come hunting with me, I do it as a hobby.
#ChaseForBook9
*Opens portal to the future and walkks through*
*looks apologetic to the two hunters*
*a screech fills the air in Parallel-Adrasdos's cell block, and suddenly a large amount of water rushes down the corridor*
*stumbles out of a wave, drenched, and plugs the hole out of which water was flooding from*
Absolutely DRENCHED, blast and confound it ALL! How DARE the Earth have such a collision, I expected primordial lava and radiation, not OCEANS! I swear, this bally solar system... Will take ages to replace my garments...
So what do we do?
#ChaseForBook9
A tempting offer.
*walks away*
One day . . . one day . . .
*snaps fingers*
Aubrey! Bring the van around!
(I love your character Sir. He's simply the best.)
#ChaseForBook9
*Returns holding drink*
*murmurs* Whoa...wipeout
*uncloaks and raises shotgun at Benjamin* Don't move.
((Ah, but Mr. Castalan, who says that he and I are entirely different spheres?))
Sir Reingington? Have you, sir, been inter-dimensionally shunting? I know the feeling; there are few adventures more unpleasant than messing about with parallel worlds.
*pats black van*
That's how I got THIS baby.
So....
What do we do?
#ChaseForBook9
ParAdra: *who is now in the cell block* SIR!
*Is drunk* Why dont you sit down and speak with the rabbits *Falls over*
Probably rest a bit... * puts her hands on either side of his face* My darling, you look absolutely exhausted.
Your husband is over there. *points at Other Trip*
#ChaseForBook9
Why, dimensions are my bread and butter. Hm, literally, in a way. But in any case, you do not appear to be a sort of guard, so I would suggest getting out of the way. I hate to once AGAIN re-direct the energy flow, but I have little choice. At least this shall be a simple and dirty exposure, and therefore quick.
*begins concentrating*
Does my hair look fifty feet long to you?
No
*steps into van and shuts the doors. A blue force feild blossoms around the sleek vehicle*
I will be safe, never fear.
ParAdra: *ducks out of the way*
Ah, Benjamin, are you drunk? I was drunk recently also. May I suggest Abney Park's fine cabernet?
I know, that's my Adra. Your /husband/, as I am not married to my Adra, is over /there/. *points at other Trip*
#ChaseForBook9
((You better be face palming boi I CHANGED MY NAME))
Very drunk *Falls asleep on the floor snoring*
I GIVE UP WITH REASON
(Oh. *facepalms so hard he breaks his nose* Sorry.)
#ChaseForBook9
(We need something to do. )
((REEEEDDDOOOO lol))
Excellent.
*the door quietly opens, and he frowns*
... Well, it was not what I expected, b-
*suddenly, the open door violently explodes and flies off of its hinges*
(*punches self in face* Just ignore all of that....)
#ChaseForBook9
*Whilst asleep, places small explosive on Dragonas foot*
Doctor Precocious steps out of the van, though not daring to tread outside the blue sphere of energy. Aubrey follows, holding a fine wooden tray in his hands, laden with steaming teacups.
"Tea with your bloodshed, anyone?"
Well, I haven't had an easy couple of days, especially without you, but you're back now.
#ChaseForBook9
((I intend to))
*blinks* Uh.
I was dead, right? Sorry, my organs are still re-starting
ParAdra: JESUS, WHAT WAS THAT
Benjamin, may I suggest a good old-fashioned deal with the Devil? That's how I gained the ability to simply choose to be sober.
*deactivates the explosives* Seriously, I'm a tech expert. *sticks a grenade to Ben's face*
*Is still asleep and doesnt hear or see anything*
Yep. Gone.
You know, I think I should keep the tiniest ounce of your soul with me from now on. Just in case...
#ChaseForBook9
Yeah that would be helpful, because- yeah. Hopefully I don't die. It wasn't pleasant....
ParAdra: Sir- *helps him to a chair* you need to sit down, I'll find some food and water..
*hugs her*
#ChaseForBook9
Doctor Precocious, who has been sipping tea this whole time, finally breaks. She taps a symbol on the roof of her van, and it violently chicken dances into the form of a black pterodactyl. She mounts it and soars above the city, catching a bird's-eyes view of the goings on. Aubrey remains on the ground, feeling slightly neglected.
"Sir Reingington!" She called down, energy crackling in her fists. "May I offer my assistance?"
*flaps a hand at Adrasdos and Precocious*
Fear not, /I/ need no food! Simply let me rest, and perhaps find an open power conduit.
*hugs back* I'm sorry... That I put you through that without a word- I didn't know what to do, and- one life to 14 billion seemed like a fair trade...
*waves*
*starts eating grenade in sleep*
ParAdra: What did you mean by "it"?
*grimaces in concern*
Benjamin, you seem to be eating explosive devices. That can't be healthy. You know how much cholesterol there is in a grenade?
It probably was. *is crying a little* But still. Seeing you dead was hardly pleasant.
#ChaseForBook9
Far, far too much cholesterol.
Whats going on? Sorry we finished eating
(I dedicate this page to Neil Gaiman, Terry Pratchett, and the book they wrote together, Good Omens, which did for the afterlife what Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy did for space.)
Shh- hey.. *wipes his tears away* It's okay. I'm here, darling.
*Rolls over revealing that my coat is filled with enough explosives to destroy a planet* *mumbles* Cholesteral, tastes like rabbits
((42! *raises glass*))
(Well, Zaf, I'm circling above on a pterodactyl, Sir Reingington is having an inter-dimensional crisis, and Benjamin is eating a grenade.)
TADRA!!!! *raises champagne glass I have irl*
(42! *raises glass*)
((Oh you rebel, Zaf ;D))
(Raises glass)
*Frowns*
What, didn't I tell you about the eldritch abomination? Wait, bah, I never retrieved a chalk board.
(Ed, as a coat expert, I can tell you now, that to have enough explosives to do that, your coat would have to be as big as a country.)
*has nothing to say, is just happy to be there with Adra, and her not being dead*
#ChaseForBook9
((xD my cousin is 18 I'm 15 and my Mom was like: eh have some champgne you deserve it))
(A very small planet, the size of a city)
*tightens her grip around Trip #rhyme*
ParAdra: Yeah... What.
((I once had a really good raisin wine in Greece. DELISH))
*gasp*
Eldritch abomination!?
*unsheaths collapsable halberd, crackling with energy*
Sounds like a job for a monster hunter.
... Er, no, I'd rather you NOT do such a thing. Well, actually, I do believe it would be interesting, yet I don't really believe it is POSSIBLE to... Chop it up.
*glances nervously at the halberd*
(That wouldn't be a planet. Not even a planetoid. Probably an asteroid. Anyway, your coat would still have to bee really massive to do that, bigger than a car.)
*tightens his hug as well, calming because of Adra's presence.*
#ChaseForBook9
*murmurs* Hey, Trip?
ParAdra: what is happening
*Wakes up and throws grenade away* Ow
Sorry my internet went weird.
Yeah?
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Doctor Precocious taps a symbol on the pterodactyl's eye, and it shatters and reforms into a massive black birdcage, which plummets to the ground, Precocious inside it. It slams into the ground, cracking it. The door swings open and Precocious steps out, unharmed.
"Then cage it, perhaps?"
*murmuring* Any time...
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