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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Um. Background, before I start. Some Sensitives (Saph, Pixie, Lauren and Jamie) have opened a portal. Pixie jumped through and Saph followed her.)
*Saph is ten feet in the air and the floor is coming up to meet her: hard, solid, terrifying and pure white*
*She slams into the floor with enough force to drive every breath out of her body and send her limbs flopping up in recoil*
*Someone with pale pink hair is standing over her, glaring with violet eyes* Hey! Iota? Are you hurt? You ******* idiotic *****! Now I have to take care of you, as well as myself! Idiot!
*Saph rolls over slowly, bruises all over her body aching in protest* *Sucks in a few deep breaths*
Nah... Pixie... I'm fine. Just give me a minute.
*Pixie waits impatiently with her arms crossed while Saph gets her breath back*
*Saph slowly stands up, thinking of her warm and comfortable bed*
*Looks around, hugging her jacket closer to her*
Where are we?
*There is nothing but a vague wall of white fog surrounding them and a wooden door, right in the middle of the wall*
*Pixie shrugs, looking around warily and drawing an elegant, beautifully designed and sculpted dagger*
I got a flash vision when we arrived. I think that this is a different dimension- and a small one, at that. There's only really one thing we can do, one way we can go.
Saph; *letting her eyes linger on the doorframe* Forward.
Pixie; *softly* Into the lion's mouth...
*slowly pushes herself up* Ugh...
*sees Oscar* *laughs*
*sighs, and keeps a firm hand on Mr. Neurotic's arm*
Come now, outside. The fresh air shall help.
You
REALLY
know
how
to
make
friends.
*groans in pain*
*straightens up slowly*
Why in Dante's nine rings would I EVER tell you where my secretary is!?
*coughs a few times* Ow..
*sighs, and opens a gateway in front of him, leading to blackness*
*lets go of Mr. Neurotic's arm, and tries to push him in*
Quickly, now. No need to be so indirect.
Well this went downhill *sighs irritably ignoring Adra* Why do you people help her? Let her die her time is long overdue
*holds out an arm*
What is that-
What-
Sir, what the hell are you-
*sighs, taking an advil* Mmm
*sighs irritably*
Mr. Neurotic, please. I believe the gateway's screaming is disturbing the patrons of this fine establishment.
*gives Mr. Neurotic another firm push*
*stumbles through the portal*
*into the darkness*
SIR!
*steps through calmly, and the gateway grinds closed behind him, its screeching suddenly cut off*
*They float in complete darkness*
Congratulations, Mr. Neurotic, you are now one one thousandth of your size.
*walks around bored*
*closes eyes*
*lights flares around him*
*and does absolutely nothing to break the darkness*
*the light dies away*
*opens his eyes*
Where are we . . ?
*Watches Sir and Anni in interest*
*shrugs*
Another dimension. I'm fairly sure that this is one end of the universe, but the spatial distortion makes me curious...
*shakes his head*
In any case, if you see any earth-sized diamonds, then it probably IS the end of a universe.
And don't ask how we can see each other. Please.
*stretches* Ah... *eats some water*
*holds up his hands*
*he can see them, alright*
It would be VERY unwise to kill me, Sir. Kill me and you'll have the entire League out for your blood.
*looks suddenly very bitter*
Don't think they're all like me. They are very powerful and dangerous supervillains, and are more than capable of ending your little inter-dimensional jaunts for good.
(Eats some water? That's a strange thing to say. I like it.)
((Ya bitch))
Do you chew water? Nibble?
*shrugs*
Who said I would kill you? I thought I would simply leave you here, as you did to the good Doctor.
Ah, to be so lucky to experience several eternities of pure darkness. Absolute bliss.
*smiles distantly*
I envy you, I truly do.
*eyes widen*
*laughs uncertainly*
Trapped forever in a world without dust or dirt or grime and decay? Sounds like Heaven.
*false laughter*
*laughs louder*
*louder*
*LOUDER*
Stars above, you can't be serious, Sir.
*drinks some more water* *checks her watch* *sighs*
I am quite deadly serious. It is an excellent opportunity. Once in a lifetime.
Time doesn't pass here.
It looks like time.
Smells like it.
Feels like it. But it, quite definitely, is not.
Think about it! No eating water, drinking food, having to use the bathroom, having to sleep... Forever!
. . .
. . .
Heh.
Heh heh heh.
Ha ha ha ha ha!
HA HA!
Oh, oh you're good. You're really rather good, you know. I can see why she . . .
*shakes his head violently*
No. No! Don't think about that now.
*looks up shakily*
And to think I practically walked in here of my own accord. They're right. They're all right. I'm too old, and I'm losing my touch.
*sits down near the dance floor* Looks like he isn't appearing... *sighs* Damn him
*Pixie strides forward, looking almost enchanted by the doorway*
*Saph follows, wielding her dagger and short sword*
Saph; I blame all this on you, I hope you realise.
*Pixie waves her hand, still not taking her eyes off the goal* Go ahead. Although, it was your idea to open the portal in the first place.
*Saph looks from side to side nervously, hating not being able to get her back against something* I didn't want to come here though.
*Pixie glances back for the first time, curiousity in her violet eyes, sharp as a dagger* I know that. So where did you expect to end up?
*Saph nods at the door as they reach it* You think it's locked?
*Pixie flicks her gaze over it* Not likely. I think we're meant to escape. And you're the worst person at changing subjects I've ever met, nitwit.
Saph; *so soft it is almost dangerous* I know.
*holds the door handle and pulls as hard as she can* *the door flings open and bounces off the foggy wall as she screams, squishing her eyes hut against the agonizing light* *Blindly runs through the doorway, aware of Pixie cursing fluently in several languages and yelling her name*
Mr. Neurotic, please. Think about what?
*folds one leg atop the other, as if sitting in a high-backed chair*
Empty space tends to make an excellent therapist.
And believe me when I say, you are most definitely NOT old.
Age= experience
*hugs Adra*
*walks outside with Ravel and stops dead*
Ravel: Olivia...
*runs over to her kneeling beside the tiny one* Liv...oh gods *holds close and sees how bloody she is* Ravel get Adra
Ravel: *goes looking for Adra* Adra?
Thinking about . . . about what?
Nothing.
*looks at Sir bitterly*
I was thinking about nothing.
522 is, without exception, old. I made a promise to myself that I would not be pushed around anymore. I OWN the League. I OWN a hundred thousand supervillains. They do what I say. I am their master, and as long as I have the medallion, I am, FINALLY, Doctor's master also.
I have been afraid of everything for all my life, and I do not have to be afraid anymore.
Not even of this darkness.
Do what you will, Sir, I do not care. If Doctor can survive a world of endless white, I can survive a world of endless black.
*crosses arms*
So. There.
*leans against the table* *sighs*
*sighs*
If my suspicions are correct as to what you are implying, you have my absolute, complete, and utter dearest apologies.
*smiles*
*a perfect white smile in the darkness*
I will escape from here.
You mark my words.
I'd rather not, I see no grammatical nor spelling errors.
*Starts laughing*
*laughs loudly*
You know, I think I could've quite liked you. If she wasn't-
*stops suddenly*
*furious with himself*
((Omfg))
(*slow claps* Brilliant comeback, Sir, simply brilliant. I may have to use that in future.)
Ravel: Adrasdos?
Don't call me that
((Please, Ms. Barnosky. You do me a great kindness.))
...
Oh.
Oh, BLAST.
*looks around for something, anything, in the darkness*
*he sees nothing*
*he swallows grimly*
*nervous, but still defiant*
Mr. Neurotic, I meant in no way to... I...
Blast and CONFOUND it all!
Right, I'll need that bally coin, just to sort this nonsense out.
*a tiny squeal fills the air*
That gateway should be sufficient for a portable phone's transmission's wavelength to get through. Send for your secretary, I need to sort this mess out, NOW.
*looks at Sir*
*seems conflicted*
. . . Damn you!
*flips open his phone*
. . . pick up . . . pick up . . .
. . . yes, Ms. Cataclysm? I need you at . . . at . . .
*suddenly looks concerned*
*covers the phone against his shoulder*
Where the devil should she go?
*takes another sip of her water, casually listening to music* mm..
Erm...
*frowns*
Right, the abandoned playground, in the industrial district of Blogland.
*relays the exact address of the playground in question*
Once again, I quite apologize for the inconvenience this has caused you. I truly wish you the best, as so far, I have really only heard of you brutally murdering criminals.
*relays the address to Katie Cataclysm*
*gives Sir a confused and wary look*
. . . Have you suffered a concussion?
*scowls*
In empty space? Mr. Neurotic, please.
*looks sullen*
I concede your point . . .
((Sorry fell asleep
Ravel: I need your help...Olivia she's been hurt
(That's quite alright, Zafira. It's good to know we're so interesting.
I kid, I kid, it's late, we're tired. I understand completely.)
Go to the Sanctuary.
Wb, Zaf.
Just... Humbug.
Right, I shall go retrieve the medallion. Mr. Neurotic, I understand that you do not understand why I picked such an address.
*mutters*
Half the BLOODY time I don't know why either...
But please, accept my judgement. I shall retrieve you when the Doctor is safe. Now, if you will excuse me, I am going over to this patch of space.
*closes his eyes as he drifts several meters to the right*
Ravel: Would you give a 3 year old to Nye? Its the only avalible doctor in the Irish Sanctuary and Zafira can't teleport becuase she's extremely exhausted. You know I wouldn't ask you to help if I didn't need it.
(( i just kinda like got comfy and next thing you know im like oh i fell asleep))
I don't care. Nye isn't the only Doctor. Deal with it
*sitting on whiteness*
*staring into whiteness*
*thinking about whiteness*
*and the white stripe in her hair*
. . .
. . .
. . .
Why . . .
*MEANWHILE*
Katie: *paces back and forth in front of abandoned swing set*
Where the devil has that damn CEO got to?
*MEANWHILE*
Oscar: *bitterly watches Sir do his thing*
*drinks more water, yawning*
*sighs, and tears open a gateway*
*pulls himself through, and closes it immediately behind him*
*finds himself, rather awkwardly, facing the secretary*
Oh. Greetings.
*Is watching, sorry, I just don't have anything to say*
Ravel: You really are a nasty person. No wonder we broke up. Next time your country gets over run I'll remember to tell you 'Deal with it' *leaves* Zafira you have to teleport because Adrasdos is worthless
Figures. *sighs* I can get to Ireland thats as far as my energy can go...*teleports to Ireland*
Ravel: *takes Olivia to the doctors
*quietly* Next time Delhi is getting destroyed I will make sure no aid comes
I think I'll leave now, sorry. My eyes keep closing and the world's going blurry. Bye!
((Good bye, Ms. Iota. Make sure to get plenty of rest.))
Lovely. *stands up, feeling rather bad about herself because she only refused to be walked over* *again, sadly dances*
Bye Saph-
Katie: *fire bursts in her hands*
*stumbles back in shock*
WHOA!
WHOA.
Whoa.
Okay.
*takes a deep breath*
Wasn't expecting that. Are you new?
*a registry appears in her hand in a puff of black smoke*
We don't have many Shunters for super villains. We've got that Nadir fellow but he's in prison . . .
*narrows eyes in suspicious*
Did Obsessive Compulsive Defective send you?
*coughs*
Don't tell him we call him that.
(Goodnight, Sapphire!)
*looks at her, rather scornfully*
A shunter? Hardly. What I do is entire different than what those backwater, pathetic, useless...
*composes himself*
Ahem. Yes, Mr. Neurotic sent me, with instruction to retrieve his... He called it his medallion.
*shrugs*
I'm just part-time, he's sort of researching about how the medallion works.
*pauses a moment just to pull her hair up into a hun*
Ravel: *comes back to Zaf* They got her.
Well good wish I could have got help from the so called doctor freakin worthless remind me to suggest letting the Indians die
Ravel: I guess she deserves it but not her people
Do I care?
Ravel: You should
*spins again, dancing*
Katie: *snorts loudly*
*like a pig*
*it's actually rather disgusting*
Damn fool. Knows more about it than any of us and still tip-toes around it like it's some sort of precious artifact. Keeps talking about a 'lifeline' and a 'whiteness' and an 'eternal prison.' What a lot of claptrap.
*clicks her fingers*
*a wooden box appears in a puff of smoke and flame*
The rubbish trinket's in here.
By the way, if you're thinking of joining full-time, you might want to come to our Christmas party. Fantastic, really. Meet a lot of like-minded evil-doers. Last year we nearly sunk the Golden Gate Bridge!
*raises his eyebrows*
Oh, really? Well, if you have some kind of newsletter, you can send it to...
*provides a non-existent address*
In any case, thanks for the box, and I'll definitely think about going to that Christmas party.
*nods at her, and grabs the wooden box*
*takes a few steps away*
*and proceeds to open the the box, holding the medallion up to the light*
Hm.
Katie: *pulls out a stick of gum*
*chews it loudly*
Yeah, we've got some pretty great people back at the Evil League of Evil. Like my boss OCDouchbag, I guess. And Dead Bowie. And that hottie Dr. Horrible.
*sighs*
Pity he's still pining over his dead girlfriend. And that lame-o Doc Doofenshmirtz, and-
*starts talking aimlessly, forgetting Sir is there*
Now how does this thing wo-
*before he can finish, he disappears in a flash of light*
*hoping that the light at least caused some irritation to Katie*
*the music softly plays and she spins herself with her partner*
*stares through the whiteness*
*blankly*
*her mind replaying flashback after flashback*
*dim memory after dim memory*
*512 years and se barely remembers 300 of them*
*blank*
*distant*
*trapped in the whiteness*
*alone*
*she
*suddenly, the dimension is host to a white flash, as Sir appears*
*but it's not really that noticeable*
*because it's white*
Well... THIS is what it looks like...
*whistles lowly as he slowly looks around, at what seems to be infinity*
Right, well, when I get back, I need to find a shunter and apologize to them.
*invisible
(I was going to ask who your partner was, Adra, but I suppose invisible friends make the best sort of partners.)
((I agree completely, Ms. Barnosky.))
((Yeah))
*stands in the Center of the floor, stopped dancing* *doesn't make a sound*
(I have to leave in a half an hour or less. I apologize.)
*is dimly away of a flash of white*
*but only dimly aware*
*because it is white*
*aware
((Alright))
((Here I just got extremely bored so I left since i am extremely bored of rping my own characters with each other))
*suddenly notices a figure, stark against the white of... Everything*
*waves*
Doctor? Is that you? Or a horrible extra-dimensional entity?
*looks up*
*sees Sir*
*blinks twice*
. . .
Are you Sir?
Or am I hallucinating?
. . . because usually my hallucinations do a lot more singing and dancing.
*sits in the middle of the floor, the music still playing, stating at the wall*
*sighs*
Right.
*moves over to the Doctor*
Are you entirely all right? Because if you have been having hallucinations...
((Scratch that I'm leaving since I have nothing to do and I can't handle rping by myself again have fun))
*reaches up*
*pokes Sir's chest*
. . . So you are real.
*smiles shakily*
How long have I been here?
The stripe in my hair has been growing . . .
*eyes snap wide open*
Oscar. The League, Oscar! He killed their leaders! He's controlling the League!
*tries to stand up in the whiteness*
*falls over*
Oww . . . I bruised my elbow on some whiteness . . .
((Bye Zaf))
(Goodbye, Zafira.)
... H...
*shakes his head rapidly*
Right, firstly, Oscar has been dealt with, temporarily.
Secondly, you've been here far longer than is healthy.
Thirdly, the League is, admittedly, fairly incompetent.
Now then, you've been here for far too long, and we can speak later.
*grabs for the Doctor's arm, and holds the coin up again*
... How does this thing work again?
*is breathing irregularly*
It . . . I think it . . .
*gingerly reaches out and gives it a firm flick*
*Sir and Precocious disappear in a violent flash of white light*
*which doesn't really show up*
*because it is white*
(I must go in approx. 15 minutes.)
Hello?
I don't wanna be her
I just want to be little old me
Shouldn't have to think
Who am I suppose to be today
And what give you the right
To tell me who I should be
Who gave you that right
Cause I, I feel lovely
Just the way that I am
Yes I feel lovely
The way that I am
I know you want the best
Yeah only good things for me
But you have to realize
I can't be all these things you project on me
Cause I'm beautiful to me
Doesn't that mean a thing
I feel lovely
Just the way that I am
Yes I feel lovely
The way that I am
I need that to be enough for you
Need that to be enough for you
Cause it's enough for me
It's enough for me
Am I suppose to give up everything I am
Just to make you happy
I thought I was the one you
Always wanted me to be
It turns out I'm just little old me
I'm just little old me
And that's fine by me
Cause I, I am lovely
Just the way that I am
Oh yes I am,
Yes I am lovely
The way that I am
I am lovely lovely
I am lovely
#ChaseForBook9
Alright Anni. Hi Fabi))
(Oh my, it's Fabi! Hullo, Fabi!)
*supposed
*supposed
Sorry, I pasted that from in my clipboard, and hadn't corrected the typos yet.
#ChaseForBook9
((Indeed. Worry not, for this shall be over quite shortly.))
*takes in a very, very deep breath as they re-appear*
... Finally. Doctor...
*gives her a sad look*
I need to go retrieve Mr. Neurotic. Please, leave to Ms. Dark's lab. It's in a more... Developed part of this town.
*looks about*
And you might want to go quickly. I am not entirely sure what kind of trauma you could be experiencing, but you should at least get it... Examined.
((Hi Adra, Anni, Sir.))
#ChaseForBook9
*slowly meanders in the direction of Adra's lab*
*trips on a stone*
*keeps walking*
*MEANWHILE*
Oscar: *sitting in the darkness*
*beginning to feel very uncomfortable*
((Screw it I won't leavr ill lurk bored out of my mind since i seem to end up forced to rp alone))
(Please don't get upset at us, Zafira, I don't want to cause a conflict.)
Right.
*opens a gateway, walks in professionally, and immediately grabs Oscar by the collar*
Greetings, Mr. Neurotic.
((If you want, I can make a random character to come in and interact with you, Zaf. I don't really have anything better to do...))
#ChaseForBook9
((Ms. Kerias, I would hardly be displeased if you joined in. Honestly, the very fact that I am simply popping in and out of existence is quite enough to garner your interest.))
*looks furious*
You freed Doctor. And after all the trouble I went through to put her away, too.
*angrily allows himself to be dragged along*
It's always YOU who ends up meddling in my affairs. First this, and then . . . and then . . .
*aggressively wipes down his hands with a towelette*
*as if trying to distract himself*
*plugs in her earphones and sits quietly, tearing up*
So, what's happening in the world of today? -grins widely-
Well of COURSE I freed the good Doctor. I would hardly be an ally if I did not, hm?
*drags him back into the abandoned playground*
Now, I shall have a FIRM talking-to with you later. But now, I have to get rid of ANOTHER bally medallion.
*opens another gateway, this time to somewhere rather hot, and closes it after him*
((If you want Fabi...))
*glares* Alex
*tucks her hair behind her ear and closes her eyes, in her own world*
*angrily watches the gate close*
*looks down at his hands*
*his very clean hands*
*kicks the ground and walks away*
I can never do anything.
Nothing. Nothing at all.
Useless and pathetic.
And clean. At least I'm clean! Ha!
*punches his palm*
It doesn't matter. You wanted her out of the way till you were ready. Well, I guess you're ready NOW.
Ha!
*spins in a circle and laughs at the sky*
Old age has made be tired and weak, but I am back! I have power now, and status, just like when I was in my 200's!
I'm worth it now! I'm a threat! I'm worth fighting!
See if she underestimates me again, now that she's spent a few weeks in that all-white prison.
And it will all be fine.
Back, back to the way it was.
The way it was before.
*strolls away*
*under the moonlight*
*hands in pockets*
*whistling 'Hurts So Good'*
*and almost dancing with anticipation*
*pulls her knees up to herself*
Olivia: *wakes up* Where am I?
Syncdoche: You're in Ireland little one. Your mother and Grand Mage Ravel brought you here. Rest ok?
Olivia: Momma and him? *looks down at hands and falls back asleep*
(I must leave you now. Adra, I hope you feel better. Zafira, I hope you don't feel ignored. Fabi, I hope you feel fabulously fabulous, and Sir, thank you very much for role-playing with me.
I will have a lot of fun with this latest development . . .)
((Good bye, Ms. Barnosky.))
((Bye Anni!! *cuddles* Bye!))
*buries her head in her knees, crying*
*slowly trudges back to the area he originally saw Oscar in, his clothes slightly smoking*
((Mwahahahahahahaha! I've finished writing the reveal bit...))
((Contemplating whether to comment it now, post it on Nameless, write a bit more detail so it doesn't look like a cliché, which I'm sort of worried about, or advance the plot more before the reveal. Aaaaaaaah! D:))
#ChaseForBook9
((Who ever you want Fabi! It'll be fantastic either way!))
((Bye Anni...))
((ThisiswhyiwantedtochangemynametoMossbecauseFabisoundslikeafabulouspersonwithconfidenceandstuff........))
#ChaseForBook9
((Fabroo))
*slowly takes her earphones out, focusing on her negative emotions and letting it out*
((Oook Alex vanished))
*just looks at Ravel* I can't
Ravel: You're just wanted you knew that
I know but still...Olivia is 3!
Ravel: Zafira don't make me...
*laughs and wraps arms around*
Ravel: *rolls eyes* I'm not Saracen...*kisses cheek*
*pulls a blanket over herself and lays on the floor in a sobbing form, her heart being stomped in half, her stomach twisting*
*walks in*
*sees Ms. Dark*
*resists the urge to walk out*
((I hope so... It's just, I've put a lot of effort into this, and I want it to be as awesome as I can make it, so... I will probably think about this for a while.))
((Wbd/msd))
#ChaseForBook9
((The concern is overwhelming, Sir :3 *sarcasm x5*))
*pulls her blanket tighter*
((Okay Fabi :/))
So? You're a Dead Man.
Ravel: *smirks* saying it like that I may give you to Saracen for a night. He could use someone like you for a few days...
*kisses*
Ravel: *kisses back* *picks up* and i win
Not fair!
Ravel: you're so light its funny
Er...
Ms. Dark? Are...
What's wrong?
*gets up, not seeing Sir, and shuffles out onto the balcony* *wipes her eyes* Ah gods..
*sighs, not looking back* Too many things to count Sir
Er, well, not talking about such issues shall hardly lead to a solution.
*follows her*
*stops* Sir, if this makes you uncomfortable, then I suggest you leave
((You know what? Scratch that. I won't have time to work on it tomorrow, what with the college fair, and there are people on now. I have an audience! :D))
A Revisit and a Reveal
The unmistakable feeling of someone breathing near the back of her neck.
She felt the needle pierce her skin and cursed herself for being so sloppy. She shouldn't have gone into any kind of trance in somewhere so...exposed. Blogland wasn't supposed to be exposed. Blogland was supposed to be a sanctuary. It really wasn't though, and she wondered if it had ever been. She hadn't felt safe here when she was running from the Sanctuary, and someone had attacked her here, now. She hoped someone would notice and care.
In reality, that entire paragraph took place in less than a second.
Fabi screamed and lost control of the holograms. She hoped Harralie would be alright, but at this point, there was nothing she could do. Whatever the needle had injected into her was already in her system, and she would be either dead or unconscious soon. Time to see which.
She felt herself collapsing, and was vaguely aware of disappearing and appearing somewhere brightly lit, but her vision was swimming, and she wasn't sure if it was even real.
#ChaseForBook9
When she woke up, she was in a dark room with a low stone ceiling. It felt...familiar, and for a moment, she thought it was the home of an acquaintance with a particularly odd sense of humor.
"Damien," she said, her voice twisted in annoyance, anger and hurt. "This isn't funny. I don't have the time."
She waited, and finally an answer came. "No it isn't. Damien or funny."
The voice felt so familiar, and yet Fabi couldn't recall having heard it before. It was hard to tell whether it was a male or female voice, and it seemed...accent-less. Chances are, it was some sort of robot or maybe magically generated.
Fabi brought her voice to a sort of forced polite tone, making it clear she was not pleased. "Would you mind turning on the lights?"
She was fully prepared to debate as long as she had to, but the voice was cooperative. "But of course."
The room was suddenly brightly lit, but the ceilings were high, and everything was white tile, no stone.
Fabi blinked. "Is this...?"
The voice sounded smug. "I'm afraid you're stuck in my imagination. Don't worry, I don't mean to hurt you. I just want to ask a few questions."
"What am I doing in your imagination?" It took effort for Fabi not to curse, but she managed it and had a moment of pleasure, before returning to the subject at hand.
"Answering questions. Don't lie, my dear. I can read your mind."
Then why do you have to ask questions? Fabi wanted to ask, but she didn't. Instead, she said, "What number am I thinking of?" It was -42. That number meant things to her. If the voice-thing could read her mind, it would guess easily.
"Thirty-three and a half." It said confidently.
Fabi sagged, acting as though that was correct. "What do you want to know?"
She staggered slightly as the world shifted again, this time becoming a hallway with lots of doors and some intersecting corridors.
"You will know the questions when the time comes, and you will also know the answers. Until then, enjoy the accommodations. You're in room twelve."
Well, that was helpful. Whatever. Fabi set off to find room twelve.
Somewhere around that time, a large box appeared in Blogland. Despite the fact that it was large enough to hold a refrigerator, its entrance was inconspicuous. It was sort of hidden in a shrub. If one were to look inside, one would find the unconscious body of Fabienne S., her skin a pale purple-blue, her heart barely beating.
"I'm...Abby," she mumbled, but the words were almost completely inaudible.
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((:0000))
((Mwahahahahahahaha. That would be a flashback!))
((And now I have to go. My mom wants me to look at the list of colleges, and my sister wants me to play with her, and I'm going to do one or the other. See you!))
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((My word. Ms. Fabienne, that IS some excellent writing. I am most intrigued, well done.))
Ms. Dark, your health, physical AND mental, are important to me. My 'personal discomfort' does not mean a bally thing.
((Ahhhhshshsbajav fine. Bye Fabroo. *cuddles*))
((Good bye, Ms. Fabienne.))
Much obliged. Now. Really. You have nothing to be worried of
((O.O))
Ms. Dark, with all due respect, you were sobbing. On the floor.
*looks meaningfully at her*
*clears her throat* Well, That's part of staying balanced, then
Ms. Dark, meditation is a way of staying balanced. Discussing your problems is a way of staying balanced.
Sobbing, by yourself, on the floor, is naught but a temporary reprieve.
Well. No offence, but I don't feel like talking. There's too much to say, and I have too little time
Totally not fair
Ravel: *laughs* never said i was
...
I...
Very well.
Ta. *walks quickly in a different direction*
*ends up at her swing and sits* *sits there for a few moments* *yawns, feeling drowsy*
*yawns a second time*
Oh...gods
Thats scary :/
Mm
hello all you crazy's. sup?
[Looks at deleted comments]
[Hopes everyone is okay...]
[Hugs]
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Hello Snow
*looks at deleted comments too* is everything alright? or were you just talking... secret things.
*waves to Fabroo*
*huggles all*
Not a secret... More of sensitive.
Tbh I didn't think anyone was on, so. Yeah.
Ugh tired
Okay here msd if i fall asleep
first? oh...
i dedicate this page to...
hope. because there is always hope, even when there feels like there is none.
remember to look for the bright side of things, and thats where hope will be lurking.
*nods*
*nods*
I will have to depart soon as well
[hugs Adra]
Wbd/msd, sorry...
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*notices the TARDIS is still in here pic* ehehehe i should probably remove that...
gah! i cant be bothered...
Well, profile pics say something about you, and the TARDIS says something about you, so it's okay. :-)
Um... If you're not too busy, could you go back and read my plot twist? It's a big block of text (two comments) near the bottom of the page, and the title is "A revisit and a reveal"
If you don't mind, that is.
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sure thingggg
which pageeeeee D:
never minddd
That last one, before you got first?
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I'm off. Night/morning/evening *hugs*
Ah, nvm.
Night, Adra [hugs] Sleep well!
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night adraaa
Ah. I see.
[Is writing more flashback-bits and a continuation of the plot that may or may not even be real]
[Is laughing evilly]
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FABI YOU ARE AN EVIL GENIUS!! *bows slightly*
Why thank you. [Nods imperiously]
[Laughs like an evil genius]
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i have beed walking around all day wearing fluro-green leg warmers. and i even went out in them. with them visible. XD
XD
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okay, i finally have a post up!
http://i-have-been-a-duck.blogspot.com.au/
I'm having too much fun with this...!
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XD evil does get adictive
Indeed.
Would you mind telling me what you thought of that last twist? I mean, you clearly thought it was evil, but how much did it surprise you? What questions does it make you ask? Anything?
((If this questioning annoys you, you don't have to answer, but feedback always helps me be more evil, y'know.))
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i... shocked. just shocked. *huggles* you, my friend, are the queen of drama.
I have exams in 2 days...
How much study I have done:
I read half a book
I looked at the cover of my maths book
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