Sooo utterly cool... and wait till you see the BACK cover... Wait till you see the cover for the Maleficent Seven paperback — a thing of BEAUTY, so it is...
Oh we spoil you with artwork, we surely do...
Friday, November 1, 2013
LSODM Paperback
Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, straight from the pen of Mr Tom Percival, the paperback cover for Last Stand of Dead Men...
Sooo utterly cool... and wait till you see the BACK cover... Wait till you see the cover for the Maleficent Seven paperback — a thing of BEAUTY, so it is...
Oh we spoil you with artwork, we surely do...
Sooo utterly cool... and wait till you see the BACK cover... Wait till you see the cover for the Maleficent Seven paperback — a thing of BEAUTY, so it is...
Oh we spoil you with artwork, we surely do...
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«Oldest ‹Older 4401 – 4600 of 4969 Newer› Newest»LITTLE MIX ARE JESYPIC. :)
*me
And I could probably go into detailed description of the kitchen . . . like, the rooms leading out from the cupboard doors and the amazing contraptions (mostly toasters) Hunter makes, and when someone yells TOAST everyone hits the floor to avoid being hit by flying bread/toast. XD He says it keeps people alert.
I like Hunter's house . . . :)
#ChaseForBookNine
Omfg Anni
HUNTER :,D
Why the duck didn't anyone tell me Glee was on last night
(Okay, for the record, I am white, and I STILL think white people are ridiculous and flollopy.)
@Annika: That isn't cheating. :) That's a valid suggestion. :) And, thanks. :) But it just shows I have nothing more worthwhile to think about, sooo . . . XD
In the part of story I'm writing though, Hunter's still attempting to build his house. XD He teleports one bit onto another bit and most of the time it just falls off and breaks and he's like oh dear. XD Ez doesn't think he'll ever make it. Ha. :P
@Annika: *laughs* Maybe. :P
*lays head in snow*
Ravel: *kneels beside Zafira* Hey Zaf get up.
*isn't moving*
Ravel: Zaf? *picks up and realizes the red snow around her, deep red* Oh my god....
Help! My Mom's talking to me about colleges and scary stuff and how I'm doomed to fail! D:
#ChaseForBook9
Yeah....
AaoashbsnzmlpEridanalxhsnkaksb plop
(Yes, I've done plenty of stuff for Precocious and Oscar's respective tales, but I still focus on my other writing projects more, which is why I may not have, at least yet, gone as deep into the story as my fellow Bloglandians, by which I mean y'all.)
You won't fail, Fabroo!!!
OSMOSIS
@Annika: *laughs* Thanks. XD *is white*
(although technically, white people are very rarely actually WHITE, as in paper, sooo . . . )
@Adra: :)
And - because I didn't know?
#ChaseForBookNine
OSMOSISOSMOSISOSMOSISOSMOSISOSMOSISOSMOSISOSMOSISOSMOSISOSMOSISOSMOSISOSMOSISOSMOSISOSMOSISOSMOSISOSMOSISOSMOSIS
Bitch
*blinks* What the hell am I doing here?
Ravel: How...you...
I don't know
Ravel: You're....*looks at* Zaf I need you to tell me exactly how you ended up here, after we get those wounds looked at something tells me that this isn't a normal attelpt at your life, where's Adra?
(*laughs*
Adra, did you read the story I pinned on Superfluous Adventures?
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I've got some Thing Which Are Painful planned for Osmosis . . .
*cackles in fiendish glee*)
NOOOOOOOOOOOOO OSMOSIS
(By the way, I guarantee you that the word OSMOSIS has not been typed with such fervor anywhere on the internet, apart from Blogland.)
@Annika: *shrugs* Hunter and Ez are really my characters. They were created in my head months before I even started deciding to write down their story, and months and months before I actually began writing it down properly. Sometime after I started writing about them, I decided to roleplay as them, just because. So I haven't really invented characters for roleplay. I've invented roleplay for characters. :)
And - OH MY GOSH!!!!!!!! WE GOT GIVEN THIS SHEET IN BIOLOGY TO GLUE INTO THE FRONT OF OUR NEW BOOKS THAT HAD ALL THESE WORDS ON IT LIKE PHOTSYNTHESIS AND THAT THAT WE MIGHT NOT KNOW HOW TO SPELL, EXCEPT THEY WERE ON THE SHEET IN AN INTERESTING WAY WITH DIFFERENT COLOURS AND ANGLES AND SIZES, AND ONE OF THE WORDS WAS OSMOSIS!!!!!!!
Me: *sees* *makes and exited exclaiming noise*
Friend: Are you okay?
Me: IT HAS THE WORD OSMOSIS ON IT!!!! *bounces slightly*
*explains*
#ChaseForBookNine
(I'm never going to be able to control my giggles when I see the word OSMOSIS now . . .)
@Zaf: I'm watching your plot with interest, because it looks awesome and intriguing, even though I'm not participating. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
I'm fine I can heal *focuses on Justaria healing myself* It's not too deep I'm okay
Ravel: Zaf you just went extremly pale...*takes and walks with* How?
Okay I was outside in Manhattan walking to my own home when I found myself in wherever Mevolent is because I saw him. Vengeous is alive too! They had me and tried to get me to let Justaria out but I didn't give in and when I got free of the Baron's grip i used the teleporting bracelet to teleport out and I found myself here alone and passed out
@Anni: *googles 'osmosis'*
We're not on the first page of results yet. :P
#ChaseForBookNine
I'm hyperventilating Anni
OSMOSIS
^ read with fervour
(It SHOULD be though.
*googles Osmosis*
Google: Did you mean: OCDsupervillain x Slightlysenilemonsterhunter?)
(OSMOSIS!
Feel the fervor.)
*is one twentieth page and hasn't found it yet*
@Annika: XD
#ChaseForBookNine
((Yayness!))
Ravel: *quiet for a long moment* So he's got an amry?
He had the god-killer sword
Ravel: Valkyrie said that he has-
He shunted. He used the Anchor and came over....but Serpine mustn't have died
Ravel: No that...he must have. What was he wearing?
The battlesuit and he threatened me with the sword and everything. Lord Vile was there as well.
Ravel: he's had over a hundred years to grow stronger, my God he's back.
I know. We fight. He conquered the world once and by god he'd do it twice.
Ravel: your friend, Niccolò, he isn't safe I gather?
Probably not
*on
*reaches thirtieth page without finding it* *tries Google Images*
#ChaseForBookNine
(Frankly, Osmosis started totally on accident, but I'm THRILLED that people seem to like it.
Ohhhhh, I will have fun with your tender little hearts . . .
*giggles madly*)
(STAR ARE YOU GOOGLE IMAGE SEARCHING OSMOSIS)
((LORD))
(I'm awful at drawing so if someone draws Osmosis fan art that would be RIDICULOUS and beautiful. I can picture the sad little bio student trying to learn her science, and she types in osmosis and there's a pic of a girl in a lab coat and a guy with a white stripe in his hair just hanging out, and she's like WHAT IS THIS SORCERY THIS IS A WHOLE SIDE OF OSMOSIS I NEVER DREAMED OF BEFORE.)
I'll do it
I am back...
Sort of kind of rant warning:
[Takes college quiz]
Guess what? I'm a creative person.
Never gonna find a job that way,
Because I needed to start
Taking preprofessional lessons at age three or so,
And even if I do find a job,
It won't pay you very much,
Your sister can do computer programming,
That's in, that's cool, that pays
Why don't you try? I'm sure you'd be good at it
Runs in the family, y'know?
'Cause it's not enough that people think you're her
Call you [Nelnah] when you do something right
Think you two are twins
It's not enough that artsy things
Are the only things you're good at that she isn't 20 times better
Oh no.
Not at all
It's all so stupid...
Ignore this. Just needed to get out a rant
G'bye.
#ChaseForBook9
(Star stands up in front of the class to do her bio presentation.
Star: *turns on Powerpoint*
A Report on Osmosis.
*checks her notes*
. . . by Star.
*clears her throat*
*turns on slide*
*Oscar and Precocious*
*hurriedly changes the slide*
PAY NO ATTENTION TO THAT! Dangit, wrong Powerpoint presentation . . .)
@Annika: *laughs*
Osmosis is a REALLY popular word though . . . so I haven't found anything. :( THERE'S A SUPERHERO SERIES OR SOMETHING CALLED OSMOSIS JONES, TOO. D:
*tries Tadra, as that's a rarer word*
WE'RE STILL NOT ON THE FIRST PAGE. :)
@Anni: I was. :)
And - of course we like it! :)
EZTER STARTED SORT OF BY ACCIDENT . . . WELL, NOT REALLY. ITS SHIP STATUS ON BLOGLAND WAS AN ACCIDENT. OBVIOUSLY PEOPLE KEEP THINKING THEY'RE TOGETHER ELSEWHERE. IT GETS ANNOYING HAVING TO EXPLAIN IT OVER AND OVER, AND THEN NOBODY BLIEVES THEM HALF THE TIME. :P
#ChaseForBookNine
(Adra, if you draw Osmosis fanart, you will be my hero forever.)
Ravel: We're having a holographic meeting with the other Sanctuaries if you'd like to stay with me I know you're able to appear correct?
Yeah but I really don't want to repeat that
Ravel: Zafira you probably should talk to Skulduggery
No. Last time I saw him I was fighting him he had a gun at me so no.
Ravel: I'll go with you then he won't be ready to kill you or else I'll pull rank on him
Fabi... *hugs tightly* I'm sorry, that isn't fair of her. You are awesome and amazing. And really, do what you want to do.
Tadra weddings?
The Teenager and Driver Responsibility Act? O_O
. . . Wait. TADRA IS A BABY NAME???
#ChaseFOrBookNine
TADRAAAAAA AHHAHAHAHHAHAHA
I WILL ANNI
(TADRA IS A BABY NAME
OSMOSIS IS A SUPERHERO
WHAT IS THE WORLD COMING TO)
I saw Tadra weddings and nearly freaked out
TADRA ISY BABY
OSMOSIS JONES WAS A QUALITY MOVIE
I'm sorry I jumped out earlier, I felt very weepy and just needed to cry.
Love you all anyway.
(ADRA I LOVE YOU.
Do you want me to post a description of each of them, or something? Something more accurate then my two profile pics?)
No way I do not get along-
Ravel: you got along with all of us when we teamed up in the first war. I don't know why you'd think he'll try murdering you
I may or may not have tried to kill Valkyrie
Ravel: Oh. Where is your daughter Alexis?
With Lorcan i assume her lover
Ravel: *takes hand* Zafira we need to do this. I'll do what I need.
((Hi Em sorry having Zavel ideas you may hate me if you ship it which i dont know many who do))
Hi Em btw
(I'm sorry, Emerald, we're all glad to see you, we just were sort of swallowed up in a vortex of shippable goodness.)
Email me them, Ani'
[hugs Adra]
#ChaseForBook9
(And I meant *than, by the way, before.)
(Adra, I don't know your email, is it on one of your blogs?)
*hugs Lantern* Load of rubbish. The people who make the bigger mark on the world are often the creative ones. Or else they're prime ministers or whatsit. People comparing you to your sister? On the bakeoff, the person who won had been described previously as an art and design guru. She was so creative and arty and blah. On the final, Ruby and her ended up doing the same kind of design, and someone asked her, is it like turning up at a party and you're wearing the same dress? And Ruby said yes, except the other person is a supermodel, because Francis (the winner) was so good at design. As it happen, Ruby's design did really well, and Paul Hollywood, judging, said it was so good, it looked like something Francis had made, and Ruby was just over the moon.
And Francis won the Bakeoff.
BEING CREATIVE DOESN'T GET YOU ANYWHERE? LOAD OF RUBBISH.
Creative people can be some of the best people. I wish I was more creative, sometimes . . .
Plus, MONEY IS NOT EVERYTHING. My mum says that rich people are pretty much the same because although they have more money, they have more stuff. *nods*
Having more money often just makes you more miserable.
My mum and dad decided I don't know how many years ago that my mum wasn't going to work full time whilst we were still at school and stuff, because she says they'd much rather have a bit less money and be able to look after us properly. And maybe if my parents had better jobs we'd have a bigger house and more money, but they could be out all the time and we'd never see them, and personally, I love family time and if I could never see my parents because they were working all the time that would suck.
Money isn't happiness.
So long as you have enough money to get by, you don't need loads.
#ChaseForBookNine
I'm not doing this...
Ravel: Zafira you are...a Supreme Council member if you think people will take me seriously you're wrong, I'm Irish.
*sighs* Fine tomorrow
Ravel: thank you. Now come on I owe you as much of the evening as I can take of
*laughs* Oh?
Ravel: *takes to treehouse and has in arms* you forget I'm stronger
Me: *puts "These Bitstrips are going to be the death of me" on Facebook*
Me: *sees notification*
Gepard: *makes a Bitstrip that says "Noelle 'died' from all the Bitstrips*
Me: NO
. . . As in, rich people have more stuff, so they have more stuff to spend money on. *nods*
Hey Em! :)
And - @Anni: I'd rather not attempt Osmosis fanart, for the reason that I'd hate to draw people's characters so much because I'd get them differently to how the people think of them and I'd be all aeapghesrifesrjgkfewpfhew and yes. :) So, sorry, otherwise I'd try . . . I can do Osmosis word art, though. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
(Sorry, I vanished. Just writing the email to Adra.
It should get there smoothly.)
(Oh, I'm not asking anyone to do anything. I just happen to, while fanfiction has never agreed with me, be a HUGE and CRAZY fan of fanart. I don't know what it is. Maybe it's just being able to see all these artists own visions of characters that I know and have my own visions of. I don't know. I just LOVE fanart. Sadly, I'm no good at it though.)
[hugs Star]
#ChaseForBook9
FANARTTRRT
(I second that all-caps statement, Adra.)
I didn't get an email
Are you quite certain, Adra?
I did send it.
I didn't get it
adrasdosdark477@gmail.com, right?
@Anni: :) I'm sure you are good at it.
#ChaseForBookNine
I'm a Celebrity is starting soon (:
I will send it again. If it doesn't arrive (which would be problematic) then I'll post the email here, if everyone is agreeable. It's quite short.
I don't know what that is Mara?
KASHMIR IS THE BEST SONG EVER
*SCREAMS*
I GOT NOTHING FOR OSMOSIS, TADRA OR EZTER, BUT WHEN I TYPED HARRALIE INTO GOOGLE THE SECOND THING THAT CAME UP WAS THE MC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AND THE THIRD THING THAT CAME UP WAS ALSO THE MC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Google Harralie. Google it now. O_O
#ChaseForBookNine
Alright. I believe I've isolated the problem. The email should arrive in due course. If it doesn't, then I am very sorry.
@Mara: Yay! :) *doesn't watch it, but yeah*
@Adra: I'm A Celebrity Get Me Out of Here. It's a TV show. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
I'm a Celebrity Get Me Out Of Here! (:
The guy from Westlife is going to be on it this yearrrr apparentlyyyy
Star - what
What
What
What
Ah-HA! Star's googling adventure has proved fruitful! We have Harralie! Repeat, we have Harralie!
ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH THE LSODM PAPERBAKC COVER CAME UP WHEN I PUT HARRALIA INTO GOOGLE IMAGES!!!!!!!!!!!!!! O_O
OOH, AN DPICTURES OF HARRU. AND THAT TATTOO PICTURE FROM DEREK'S BLOG. AND MEL#S PROFILE PICTURE. AND A SHERLOCK IMAGE. AND SOMEONE STANDING WITH DEREK. AND EM'S OLD PRROFILE PICTURE. O_O
#ChaseForBookNine
I DIDN'T EVEN REALISE MITH MADE THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
LOOK AT THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(It's from a while ago, so not Osmosis, sorry)
(Or Ezter, but yeah :))
http://www.google.co.uk/imgres?sa=X&biw=1366&bih=673&tbm=isch&tbnid=iX8o-UNCc0KQhM:&imgrefurl=http://mithriasrandomthings.blogspot.com/2013/09/blogland-is-taking-over-my-mind.html&docid=DVUkh3ZcT38R8M&itg=1&imgurl=http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GBUgkPzpMRk/Ujcx_VokNKI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/o_e2ipXIfuE/s1600/DSC00558.JPG&w=1600&h=1200&ei=eHF9UrvOBKWc0QX3vICQDg&zoom=1&ved=1t:3588,r:43,s:0,i:221&iact=rc&page=2&tbnh=181&tbnw=248&start=22&ndsp=39&tx=150&ty=68
#ChaseForBookNine
Oh, do forgive me, but I have to go. I'll be back in semi-short order though, so please, cease your uncontrollable sobbing and mourning for my loss.
I shall return!
Awh... Tadra... ISNT UP DAMN
BYE OSMOSIS
I have to go, sorry.
Might be back. Idk.
Bye Mara! *hugs*
*dances*
Damn Anni that's some awesome images
THE WIFI GOT SWITCHED OFF . . . SO I'M LEAVING AFTER THIS COMMENT.
But when I looked up Harralie I saw loads of profile pictures. It was awesome. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
Ong
HARRALIEEEEE :3
I WAS MADE FOR LOVING YOU BABY YOU WERE MADE FOR LOVING ME
*sings into a Rose like a microphone*
So I was thinking last night that older Lorcan is actually a good character, even if all I do is horribly mutilated and torture him. But aside from that, I like him so maybe I should have him in Dublin Daes.
The only difference is he will be mutilated and tortured in a published book not a blog lol poor bastard.
Hey, I'm back, but I may or may not be distant or suddenly disappear.
Adra, can I assume by that statement that you got the email?
I often feel like how much a writer loves a character is directly proportional to how much Hell the writer puts the character through.
Yes I did Anni!
And that's a good idea Em!
Good evening, Blogland.
SIR! *hugs* Hello!
(Sir! Welcome! How are you?)
Greetings. I suppose that I feel well enough to write that I feel well enough.
(Reasonable. Reasonable.)
That is good!
What
Well, writer-writing congruity is important, very important indeed.
FREE
I just came back home from a compulsory school dance and the resulting sleepover.
I really, really hate dances.
(I think I would enjoy dances, if I could dance, or had anybody to dance with.)
HI SAPH!
I'm al little distant
(I too am a little distant. Don't worry.)
Greetings, Ms. Iota.
I sympathize, Ms. Barnosky. I am hardly a dancer, myself.
Hey, everyone :) Wbd too.
Meh, I just don't like them :)
I AM A DANCER! *tour jetes*
(I can't dance at all, as was proved at my friend Sara's Christmas party.)
*breakdances*
Hopeless dancers together! *Cheers*
*Watches Adra dance and cheers*
Actually, the second half was okay. We started doing the Macarena or Gangnam Style to everything XD
Woo! *highfives*
*slowdances with an imaginary partner*
Excellent dancing, Ms. Dark.
(The worst thing was, all my friends knew I would never dance unless I wasn't in my right mind, so the whole night they kept bringing me coffee and really sugary food in an effort to get me into enough of a sugar high to get me on the dance floor.
I regret to admit that it worked.
In the words of the great Todd Haberkorn: "No good decisions happen after 1:00 a.m.")
Anni; XD You have smart friends.
SIr; Do you remember we I forced you to dance at the Requiem? The Headless something? :P
(I am Oscar today, due to recent events, so . . .)
*hums along and waves a hand drearily to the music*
*he can dance*
*but has no partner*
*plus he learned to dance in 1883, so he's a bit out of practice*
... I'd rather not be reminded of that, Ms. Iota.
Sir; *Laughs* Tough :P
*dances*
*frowns*
Harrumph.
*cell phone buzzes*
*checks caller ID*
*it's the Evil League of Evil*
*he tosses the phone out the window*
Not today, chaps, not today. I'm too tired to be evil tonight.
*runs a hand through his hair*
*sighs heavily*
*tries to jump* This wasn't a solo dance move...
*folds arms*
*sullenly sits in the corner*
*watches the drama unfold on the dance floor*
*sighs walking around Blogland*
*Messes with music*
*claps hands over his ears*
AHHHH *does another fancy twist*
Hey Zaf!
Hi Saph! *gulp* No slow dances?
*sits in a rather large armchair, watching the young ones dance*
Greetings, Ms. Kerias.
*pulls out an iPod*
*begins orchestrating a break-in at Pentonville, the Bank of England, and the Tower of London*
*finishes*
*puts away his iPod*
*stares bitterly at the ground*
Sir! *sashays over* dance!
*Hums and climbs the walls, because that's the kind of thing I do irl when I'm bored* (Inside, obviously).
Hi Sir! *sits in a ball* Zaffy don't dance
*Looks at Mr. Neurotic*
*Half-turns his head to Ms. Dark, but suddenly whips it back to Mr. Neurotic*
*watches the people dancing*
*sighs*
. . . In time, in time . . .
*doesn't seem comforted*
*sighs*
*snaps his fingers*
*disco lights burst into glittering life, spinning around the room*
*even though there is no disco ball in sight*
Have fun with that, kids.
*rolls her eyes* Square.
THANK YOU, OSMOSIS!
*runs out, dancing again*
*eyes flash gold as the disco lights glow brighter*
*chuckles to himself*
So easily amused . . .
Someone has a lot of free time
What the Hell are you doing?
*stands up, and walks to Mr. Neurotic's corner*
Good day, Mr. Neurotic. I would ask if you are enjoying the festivities, but your opinion is rather clear.
Who knows, Zaf
Oscar is weird..
*Takes a deep breath* *Reaches out and crawls upside-down across the ceiling, using the sir to keep her up*
I figured that much out...*eyes Oscar wearily*
*dances farther in glorious arcs*
*crosses his legs*
*looks bitterly at Sir*
Dancing isn't my first choice of entertainment, no.
But I've got to go somewhere where I can relax and not be found, and this place is as good as any. No one would expect me to be in a place like this.
*sighs angrily*
Yeah no he's mean too.
*the air, sorry. Not Sir :P
(I was going to say, Saphhire, that was an odd choice of words . . .)
*jumps, doing a spin, landing on one foot*
I rather not know what he does in his spare time
Anni; *Laughs* :D
*Watches Adra upside down*
(He's Oscar, what do you think? He cleans and kills people and cleans.)
((Omg Anni)) *waves to Saph and dances further*
*sighs* Yeah I guess i met another sociopathic person though I'm tied with Alastair and Alex on the same levels...
*Sees an square of wood where the grain goes perpendicular to the rest of the ceiling* That's weird *reaches out and knocks it* *It makes a hollow rapping sound*
*Slithers around until she finds a hidden bolt, which she slides back, and an iron ring*
*Hooks her fingers through it and pulls the upside-down-trapdoor open*
...
And exactly why do you not wish to be found, Mr. Neurotic?
Hrm...
((And Ms. Iota, I appreciate your not clambering upon me.))
*prances by Sir* He's a ninny...
*Slides forward on her stomach, still not used to the dizzying feeling of being upside down*
*Emerges onto the roof and feels a sudden flip as she finds her self the right way up again* *Pulls first one leg, then the other, through the gap*
*Closes the trapdoor as quietly as she can and looks around*
*glares at Sir*
Not that it's any of your business, but . . .
*angrily punches his palm*
WORK!
Ugh! My job has been KILLING me! Supervillains calling me day and night, asking about plans for death rays and who owns Madagascar and minimum wage for minions! Ugh! I have no time to myself since I killed Bad Horse and took over the Evil League of Evil.
*reclines wearily*
It's not at all fun, being the supervillain in charge. I might be getting too old for this game.
*sighs*
Sir; *Tries not to laugh or smile, because I'm supposed to be doing homework*
...
Mr. Neurotic. What happened to your hair?
*laughs from her dancing background*
My hair?
*narrows eyes suspiciously*
There's nothing wrong with my hair. Is there? It took twenty minutes to style it . . .
*looks concerned*
*recalls the stripe*
*frowns*
There is nothing wrong with my hair, Sir, it has had a stripe in it for most of my life.
Oh? The stripe that, as I recall, faded?
There are two options here. One, you dye your hair, and...
Right, there's one option here.
Like Sweeney Todd joy....
*The rooftop is white and bare, cold and buffeted by wind gusts that usually only exist in Wellington and make her eyes water*
*Staggers through the wind, hugging her jacket around herself and keeping her head down* *Spits hair out her mouth as she rounds the other side of the roof*
*Stops, caught out by the incredible view*
*crosses his arms*
*stares levelly back at Sir*
*does not respond*
*sighs*
Oh, Mr. Neurotic. I am very, very disappointed in you.
(Alright, so it's very cold and windy out? Good to know.
Also, I will have to leave in a little over an hour.)
*hums a bit, wheezing* *stops* Ow
Annika; Well, I'm on a rooftop, so it's cold and windy for me :P And okay.
*smiles a perfectly-flossed smile*
I'm sure I don't know what you mean, Sir.
Unless you mean the medallion? It's with my secretary. I can't have it falling into the wrong hands. But don't worry, my good man, I've learned my lesson. I don't keep it about my person anymore.
I've learned better than that.
*stays in corner shadows moving dangerously* I feel off
*stumbles from the room, feeling her throat close a little* *tries to breathe*
Fuck
((Hahah finally))
(Ha ha finally what?)
((I ded to candy. And to asthma. Because it sucks))
*leans against the wall, her wheezing worsening*
Adr- oh, right. Asthma :( I hate it too.
*frowns*
Mr. Neurotic. What would the Doctor think?
*blinks, and pauses*
Wait. Where did you even get yet another one of these medallions?
((Adra getting first))
*finally gets up* its too silent I feel like Alex or someone is going to just jump out
I think Doctor would very much approve of my keeping the medallion in my custody. It is, after all, her only lifeline.
And you were there, were you not, when the Wishful gave it to me at that Tim Burton-y frozen yogurt dispensary?
Perfect timing too, I daresay.
*bobs his head to the music*
((Yeah lol I have asthma..))
*feels her lungs begin to burn* *tries to make a sound but can't*
*very slowly, realization creeps across his face*
Oh, my. You didn't.
Adra; Me too :(
*Decides to continue my main RP*
*hums sweetly along with the music*
Well, what else was there to do?
I'm always tripping over her, always finding her in my way.
I'll bring her back, never fear.
But when I'm ready.
When I'm through with the League.
*stands up*
*sways, partnerless, on the dance floor*
*collapses on the floor*
*glances lazily at Adra*
Oh. That's unfortunate.
*continues humming to himself amongst his own disco lights*
*sees Oscar and goes to* Hi!
*smiles at Zafira*
Hi to you, too.
*Wants to help Adra, but has my own RP* :(
(*wants to help Adra, but Oscar is a bit of a douchebag*)
*follows Mr. Neurotic, and places himself in front of him once more*
Right. I suppose I could say that you have made me quite angry, and that is a horrible thing to do.
Instead, I think this gets the message across more succinctly.
*rather professionally slams his knee up at Mr. Neurotic's loins*
So you're the man I heard about eh?
((I would assist Ms. Dark, but for the fact that I have a ruffian to discipline. Though I believe I may shortly be more in need of her aid, rather than the other way around.))
*doubles over with a high-pitched gasp*
*can barely breathe for the pain*
*much less say anything*
(And thus, Zafira met Oscar.)
((Yeah yeah shush I know you all wanna help me))
((SIR ONG))
*pats Mr. Neurotic on the side of his body and legs comfortingly, really looking for weapons*
Say, now, where would this secretary be?
*through blurred eyes* Nemesis, Oscar. Karma
*raises a hand*
*is about to say something*
*fails to due to the massive amounts of agony Sir has just put him through*
*the disco lights flicker and go out*
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