I should have announced this yesterday, to be honest, but I was in Swindon, in England, doing writerly things like chatting to 600 people, signing all their books, and then travelling on to the WH Smith head office and signing 500 copies of LSODM, so you'll forgive me if I was a tad... distracted.
But, without further ado, to those who have not yet heard, the title of the short story collection out next summer is...
Armageddon-Outta-Here.
Bwahahahahahahahahahaha!
I swear to god, I never thought Harper Collins would agree to this. My first instinct was to call it Tales of the Dead Men, but that wouldn't have been accurate because there'd probably only be one or two stories featuring the Dead Men — not enough to warrant a title.
Harper came back with The World of Skulduggery Pleasant, which is, let's face it, a title far too boring to exist.
I suggested Armageddon-Outta-Here as a joke, expecting everyone to dismiss it. But the more I thought about it, the more I said it in my head, the more I loved it. And suddenly I became determined to be the writer who has a book with THAT title.
Amusingly, Harper Collins agreed. And I couldn't be happier.
And if that wasn't awesome enough, we should actually have a cover reveal early next month for you to gawp at. Could I BE any nicer to you?
No. The answer is no.
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No, that is totally fine. Just let me know if you ever get the time and I will e-mail it to you. Or you could look at it on There Will Always Be Monster Hunters, under Eliot Cross 1.1
And don't worry, Jubilance, I would need or expect grand, dramatic, and well-written feedback, or anything. Just a thumbs-up or thumbs-down, really.
Anyhow, I just thought I'd ask.
*salutes*
Gah, Silas Marner.
And my brother is auditioning for the Wizard tonight because they are doing the Wizard of Oz...
*claps* Itms astonishing how much he has improved. I'm so proud of him
Welp. Hello.
SEPTEMBER!
Maybe you ought to not do this if it cuts from your homework. I wouldn't do it as school is important not extra cirricular activites
SEPTEMBER I HAVEN'T SEEN YOU IN FOREVER AND A DAY!
I INSIST that you stay on and CONVERSE with me, young lady!
Heh! I haven't seen you in forever either. How're you doing?
EMBER!!!!!! *supermegatacklehugsofdoom*
HAAI!
I am doing well-ish, and I saw what you said about me on your blog and was made better-ish. Thank you.
*hugs Jubi*
Hello, deary!
I feel so bad because I'm never on when you come on.
*smiles* That's good. Anything interesting happening lately?
Ember! Happy bloggerversary! *cuddles*
What, for fantastic Annika or the amazing Doctor Precocious?
Well, I'm in Singapore now, so it's a tricky imezone. I used to be in Vienna. That was easier :p
Did you just call the blog an extra-curricular?
Blog is life
No way Jose
The fantastic Annika of course XD
*cuddles Adra* Thank you :D
Happy blogversary
You wished me a happy blogversary the SECOND before the 21st was over in blogtime
That requires TALENT. XD
*hugs Zaf*
I have done spectacularly few interesting things of late. I am hard at work in college, as always, and I have a final tomorrow. I read some good books. I wrote some good stories. I plotted some good plots. I ate some good food. I petted some good puppies. I fought some good fights. I listened to some good podcasts. I wore some good hats [many of them, in fact,] and I watched some good movies.
*smiles* thanks and I'm so tired and I don't wanna go to freakin choir I said I'm not even capable of stayig awake
Wait a minute, how old are you?!
I am fifteen. Why?
STAYIN AWAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAaaa
AAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAKE
WELL YOU CAN TELL BY THE WAY I USE MY SCORE I'M A CHOIR GIRL, NO TIME TO TALK
THE MUSIC'S TOO LOUD, ROOM'S TO WARM BEING KICKED AROUND SINCE I JOINED
IT'S NOT ALRIGHT
IT'S NOT OKAY
I WISH MY TEACHER'D GO AWAY
I CAN'T TRY TO UNDERSTAND
THE SCHOOL CHOIR EFFECT ON MAN
I'm 15 too in 10th grade probably a freaky homeschool thing that she's so ahead
*too warm
WHETHER YOU'RE A MOTHER
OR WHETHER YOU'RE A BROTHER
YOU'RE STAYIN' IN CHOIR
STAYIN' IN CHOIR
FEEL THE CHAPEL BREAKIN'
AND ALL THE PEWS ARE SHAKIN'
'CAUSE YOU'RE STAYIN' IN CHOIR
STAYIN' IN CHOIR
AH
AH
AH
AH
STAYIN' IN CHOIR
How are you in college already??? Or is college and university a different thing in America?
*mutters quietly* it is, isn't it
And yes, it is a 'freaky homeschool thing' as you say.
Also:
I am a little bit . . .
*looks around furtively*
*flips up her collar*
*puts on fedora*
*and sunglasses*
*whispers* . . . intelligent.
No, college is exactly the same in America.
I am, however, doing it online, which is a MAJOR contributor.
Plus I have buckets of financial aid.
And a father who died and left me more buckets of financial aid.
It's the only GOOD thing about him dying, really.
Well now, my voice gets low and it don't get high,
And if I can't get either, I wanna die.
Wanna leap out of these stupid pews
But then I'll get smacked--God I always lose
*snorts*
Cool!
Sad.
But still coll
And also yes, you ARE intelligent.
I'm so magical
It's not right
It's not okay
I can't sing any other way
We can try to understand
The words we sing but we just can't
Whether you're a mother
Or whether you're a brother
You're stayin' in choir
Stayin' in choir
Feel the church is breaking
And all the pews are shaking
'Cause you're stayin' in choir
Stayin' in choir
Ah
ah
Ah
ah
Stayin' in choir!
Im so exhausted its sad
(Understanding the stuff you sing is ALWAYS too difficult, because 95% of the time it's in Latin or German or Italian or French and we even had Chinese and Japanese one time.)
(We never found out what any of it meant, either.)
( hi hi... i am scarred for life... we had sex ed today and... *shudders*)
I'm goin nowhere, somebody help me
I wanna use a chair
We're getting nowhere, somebody help me,
Let's all get the hell outta here
*chuckles*
Oh, Snow, you will face far worse than sex education in your life.
*raises eyebrow* right... you dont have my class. my dirty minded class... my awful awful class.
Msd sorry choir and I have no school tomorrow
*to the tune of I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU*
(Oh
NUUUUUUUUUUIIIUUU
I ALWAYS HATE THOOOOOOOOOOSE )
Well, you can tell by the way I use my voice
I'm a choir girl and I got no choice
Music loud and churches warm
I've been training for this since I was born
And it's not alright
It's not okay
I wish I didn't have to sing Sunday
We can try to understand
The words we sing but we just can't!
okay... whats with the singing....?
We are spoofing Stayin' Alive, Snow. What else are two young ladies to do on a comment thread?
Whether you're a mother or whether you're a brother
You're stayin in choir, stayin in choir
Feel the church is breaking
And all the pews are shaking
Cos we're stayin in choir, stayin in choir
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Voice won't get higher
Voice won't get higher
Ah Ah Ah Ah
Voice won't get hiiiiiiii
iiiiiiiiiiii*gets higher*iiiiiiiiiii
iiiiiiiiiiiiiiigher!
*shrugs* a valid reason.
*claps*
And, on that note, I will depart.
i'll spoof a song sometime... wbd right now though
BYE EMBERRRRRRRR
I posted a Blogland parody of Last Friday Night that I wrote. I posted it here and one point, I'm not sure where. A different post, definitely.
i shall write a blogland parody. hey, i've written a minecraft one, it cant be much harder.
Bye Emby! *hugs*
Snow, can I ask you a question?
It . . . it's a little bit personal. I hope you don't mind. It's not really a question I thought I'd ever ask you.
Do . . . do you mind if I ask it?
BEST IDEA:
write a blogland parody of 50 ways to say good bye.
sure. ask away.
. . .
*takes a deep breath*
Snow . . .
. . . do you know the Muffin Man?
Good evening, Blogland.
Ah, like slipping in to an old coat...
hello sir.
the muffin man?
Hullo, Sir.
JESUS CHRIST ANNIKA
SIR! *hugs*
Yes, the Muffin Man.
*glances behind her*
*flips up her coat collar*
*peeks over her sunglasses at Snow*
*whispers* . . . he lives on Drury Lane.
*makes the sign of the cross* That picture speaks to me
oh, yes i know the muffin man.
Greetings, Ms. Dark, Barnosky, and Stormberg.
*looks furtively over her shoulder*
*looks back at Snow*
*whispers* . . . the raven crows only at midnight.
Dusk is for the rooster's cackle.
*gets into a mysterious black car and drives away*
I feel enlightened
*hits her book*
MARY ANN EVANS
LEARN WHAT A RUN-ON SENTENCE IS, WOMAN
Pardon, Ms. Dark?
o-kay.... *causally strolls away*
First- that picture speaks to my soul spiritually
Second- George Eliot ((Mary Ann Evans)) has THE LONGEST sentences I have ever seen
I take it you already know
Of tough and bough and cough and dough?
Others may stumble, but not you,
On hiccough, thorough, lough and through?
Well done! And now you wish, perhaps,
To learn of less familiar traps?
Beware of heard, a dreadful word
That looks like beard and sounds like bird,
And dead: it's said like bed, not bead -
For goodness sake don't call it deed!
Watch out for meat and great and threat
(They rhyme with suite and straight and debt).
A moth is not a moth in mother,
Nor both in bother, broth in brother,
And here is not a match for there
Nor dear and fear for bear and pear,
And then there's dose and rose and lose -
Just look them up - and goose and choose,
And cork and work and card and ward,
And font and front and word and sword,
And do and go and thwart and cart -
Come, come, I've hardly made a start!
A dreadful language? Man alive!
I'd mastered it when I was five!
Steady on, was there a picture that I missed?
*looks around for the picture that spoke to Adra spiritually*
I share your confusion, Ms. Barnosky.
"A less truthful man than he might have been tempted into the subsequent creation of a vision in the form of resurgent memory; a less sane man might have believed in such a creation; but Silas was both sans and honest, though, as many honest and fervent men, culture had not defined any channels of his sense of mystery, and so it spread itself over the proper pathway of inquiry and knowledge."
That was one sentence
If you must, Sir. My confusion has, is, and always will continue to be, my own.
*points to the little yellow tweety birds circling her head*
SIR'S PICTURE SPEAKS TO ME ON SPIRITUAL LEVELS
SIR'S
... Ah, my, that seems abundantly clear, in retrospect, Ms. Dark.
Er... Quite, Ms. Barnosky.
*looks at Sir's picture*
. . . that speaks to me on an aquatic level.
NO
SPIRITUAL
Perhaps we should shift this discussion away from this topic...?
sharks in hats with mustaches are... interesting, to say the least.
I don't really see how there's much to talk about.
. . .
I'm not sure how long I'll be able to stay around. I think I can remain for a while, but, you know, ANYTHING could happen.
Would anybody like to role-play?
Sir, what would you do if someone stole your moustache?
okay, does this make sense? i have to write a letter to the "water council" (made up)
Dear Council,
At the moment, water across the world is used in such a wasteful way. People seemed to think we have an infinite supply of it. But the facts remain. Places of this world are in states of water crisis! Places like Western Europe are suffering severe drought while people in South America waste precious water on things like amusement parks. I fail to see how this is helpful in any way, shape or form.
and i'll add more
Indeed, Ms. Stormberg.
Ms. Dark, I expect I would grow another.
*bobs head in noncommittal agreement*
It looks good, Snowy!
...how long does it take to grow a moustache?
It varies, due to the conjunctions of the stars and planets.
...
That isn't true
*takes a deep breath*
*exhales*
I have nothing to say . . .
*looks around the comment thread*
I am bored.
I shall go find a Thing to do.
Hola mes amigos
Very well, Ms. Barnosky.
That is quite perceptive of you, Ms. Dark. Indeed.
*puts her hands on her hips* You're mocking me!
Hello, Jubilance.
*steals sir's mustache* MINE!!
*runs away*
Greetings, Ms. Glee.
I was, Ms. Dark.
GREETINGS MY FRIENDS! *supermegatacklehugsofdoom all*
*puts mustache on jubi* *points* it's her fault* g2g
----A van rolls up to the curb, and Doctor Precocious steps out. She is not dressed as she normally is. No, today she is wearing a long black coat with a high collar, sunglasses, a black fedora, and all black clothing underneath. Her shoes, black Doc Martins,remain the same as they always are.
She is obviously hoping not to be recognized.----
*traipses down the street*
*in search of adventure*
Moustache?
DID SOMEONE SAY MOUSTACHE?!?! :D
*her frown deepens, beginning to move* *stops* *walks a way, getting distance between them, and sits*
*sighs, and a new one grows in its place*
Honestly, Ms. Stormberg?
*reaches into her pocket*
*feels the object hidden within*
*shudders violently*
*it is the third, and last, of its kind*
What to do . . .
What to do . . .
I need to destroy this . . .
Scorpia is still on my trail . . .
. . .
*snaps fingers*
I should go HAVE A SNACK.
Brb
Dinner
*paces the streets like a tin-plated cougar*
*sees Adra*
*hurriedly ducks into an alley to avoid being seen*
*ELSEWHERE IN TOWN*
*two gentlemen are pacing the streets like tin-plated cougars*
*both with black hair*
*one in a white suit*
*the other in white jeans and a white hoody*
*both carrying clipboards*
*and both looking very disgruntled*
I need . . . sanctuary . . . safety . . .
*wraps arms around herself*
*shivers*
And . . . more than that . . .
I need Cheese-Its . . .
*sees a Cheese-It store*
*runs inside*
*exits with a box of the delicious cheesy crackers*
Ah.
Much better.
Now to find somewhere to hide.
Okay Jubi
*flips open her phone*
*thinks for a long moment*
*then dials*
. . .
. . .
???: . . . Hello?
You live nearby, right?
???: Doctor?
Oh, honey, you called me back!
*takes a deep breath*
I'm sorry about . . . about all the pain I've caused you. IF you are who you say you are, which I still am not certain I believe.
But . . . I need a place to lie low.
???: Of course, sweetheart. My home is your home. Always.
. . . Thank you, Doctor.
???: Thank YOU, Doctor.
*sips her tea, glaring at the woods*
*flips phone shut*
*as two gentlemen with guns and legitimate grievances round the corner*
One: Hey! HEY!
Two: Stop!
*turns tail and runs*
*terrified*
*like always*
*runs through the streets*
*hopping fences*
*dodging lamp posts*
*knocking over small children*
*and eventually loses her pursuers*
*only to find herself . . .*
*in Chinatown, Blogland*
*approaches a tall, brick-built apartment block*
*and enters*
*all the apartments are broken, cheap, and run down*
*she climbs the stairs*
*all twenty-three flights*
*until she reaches the top*
*and knocks on the door to apartment 2006*
. . .
. . .
*the door opens*
*revealing an English butler entirely out of place with the crumbled, broken-down apartment building*
*swallows grimly*
*smiles*
Hello, Aubrey.
It's been a while, eh?
Is Doctor Tarot in?
((We have a Chinatown?))
*glances up at the sky and begins to map the stars out*
----The apartment is fairly spacious, but is almost impossible to move around in due to the thousands of computer terminals, monitors, keyboards, hard drives, laptops, iPads, telephones, televisions, toasters, and nearly every form of electronic device known to man. They are piled everywhere, and hung on the walls. The plugs are so overloaded that at any given moment, the building could burn down.----
*slowly enters the room*
*and looks around*
. . . Tarot?
Tarot: Here! Here! Sorry about the mess . . .
*stumbles out of a doorway*
*he is short-ish, with red hair*
*and he is smiling a ridiculously happy smile*
Doctor!
Oh, Doctor, it's a relief to know you're safe! I was so . . .
*holds up a hand*
Please.
Don't.
Tarot: *stops talking*
*steps forward as if to hug her*
*but stops just short of contact*
. . . So . . .
Yeah.
I just need a place to hide.
Tarot: . . . of course.
I'm sorry.
(Of course we have a Chinatown. Blogland has anything we need it to have. It's like the Room of Requirement.)
*sits down awkwardly in a beanbag chair*
Tarot: Aubrey?
Make us some tea*
Aubrey: *goes to make tea*
Tarot: *claps his hands*
*every electronic device in the apartment comes to life*
Would you like to watch something?
Or listen to the radio?
Or . . . or go on Twitter, or something?
No thank you.
Tarot: *drops his hands sadly*
You know, I'm always here for you.
I don't need a babysitter.
Tarot: But it gets so boring here without you. I practically raised you, after all.
. . . Along with Hassle Precocious?
Tarot: *swallows*
. . . Yes. Him too.
. . . I hope that you . . . I mean . . .
. . . He's still my brother. I love him too.
I know. I wouldn't expect anything less.
Tarot: *looks relieved*
Oh good.
Tarot?
Tarot: PLEASE call me Uncle Doctor again.
Tarot, I need to ask you something.
((I have Tarot cards...))
*pulls out her book and begins to read aloud in a soothing, rolling tone*
Ah, Chinatown. I knew him, you know. A fascinating super-villain.
Why won't you tell me what I've forgotten?
Tarot: *looks down*
Tarot . . .
Tarot: *looks up*
You have lived your entire life without my interference. I never forced you to do a thing you didn't want to. I never said a word all those years you were fighting that . . that Oscar boy . . .
*takes a deep breath*
Sweetheart, I love you more than anything in the world.
More than Precocious?
Tarot: Yes, more than Precocious.
And I need you to understand that that is why I can't tell you.
Besides, it's not my place.
Aubrey: *returns with tea*
Thank you, Aubrey.
*sips tea*
Tarot, I don't remember you. I am irrelevant to your life, and you are irrelevant to mine.
Tarot: You will always be relevant to . . . to me. I love you like a daughter.
Well, I have no need for a father.
Tarot: I won't make you do anything you don't want to do.
Just know that I love you, and I stand by any decisions you may make. I have your best interests at heart.
Though . . .
I DO have a question for you.
Hmm?
*continues reading softly, curled up against the tree* *Dimka walks over and she becomes more animated, acting the story out for him*
Tarot: Are you wanted by Scorpia?
. . . Yes.
Tarot: You do realize that if they capture you, they are basically throwing the ball in the League's court. The League will swallow up all the other criminal organizations and become one massive, sprawling criminal underground.
*nods distantly*
Led by Oscar Neurotic . . .
Tarot: *mutters* You should marry that boy . . .
*does a spit take*
What did you just say to me!?
Tarot: I want some grandnephews.
*wipes tea furiously off her chin*
Now you're just being silly.
Tarot: *sighs*
Fine. Fine!
. . . While you're here, can I buy you ice cream or something?
I'm not a child.
Tarot: I miss having a little baby niece that I could buy ice cream.
How about this: If I survive the next month, I will let you buy me ice cream.
Tarot: Deal.
*hears a noise*
Wait . . . what's that?
A bit of an odd super-villain, though...
Honestly, ransoming the world, just so that most major cities would have a section with his name in it...
Well, with the exception of Chinese cities, for obvious reasons.
I . . . I should go.
Tarot: No! We were just getting re-aquainted!
I need to go! Scorpia will be coming for me, and I . . . as much as I hardly know you, and only know you as my uncle through your word, I don't want to put you in danger.
Tarot: *stands in front of the door*
Please don't go.
I have no choice.
*looks at Tarot*
*takes a deep breath*
I'm sorry.
*and walks straight through him and out the door*
Tarot: *watches her disappear down the stairs*
Aubrey, go away.
I'm tired.
I . . . I should sleep.
*sadly dissipates into orange light that flows serenely back into his orange echo-stone*
((Er, yes. Chinatowns...reminds me of Sherlock))
*makes wild gestures, acting for her fox*
(Wa pa pa pa pa pa pow.)
(I apologize. It was a fox reference.)
...
What, Ms. Barnosky?
*runs down the street*
*hoping not to be seen*
*and*
*like all her stories seem to end up taking her*
*she finds herself*
*at*
*the*
*creepy*
*abandoned*
*swing*
*set*
*the one with half a slide*
*and she hides*
*like an adult does*
*in the climbing tube*
(It is a reference to a very silly and idiotic video that has been going around, purporting that foxes say "Wa pa pa pa pa pa pow," rather than the traditional "yip" as I've known them to chorus.)
(No)
*looks down and notices Dimka walking away, mid-way through her performance*
*frowns, a little sadly, bringing her hands down from their stretched position*
*pulls out two fans, and begins to dance*
(Well, I am through with that little side-story. If either of you would like to role-play with me, that would be welcome, but you do not have to if you do not want to.
She can stay in the climbing tube, if need be.)
... Well, while foxes do yip, one must never forget that foxes scream, as well.
(True.)
*as he walks near-by the small, dilapidated playground, he suddenly gets the irrational urge to slice the climbing tube in half*
*he ignores the urge, as per normal, and keeps walking by*
I HAS RETURNED
*dances alertly, flowing with the natural currents of energy, like a piece if seaweed in the ocean, drifting and spinning, yet graceful and floaty*
*she uses her fans as if they were her own arms, rather, extensions to them, waving them with elegancy*
Welcome back, Ms. Glee.
*breathes a sigh of relief*
((I will in a second))
Why thank you Sir *grins*
(Narrowly avoided getting sliced-and-diced just then.)
*stops her dance*
Hi Jubi.
*glances at the playground*
*carefully climbs up the tube*
*swings down in it, head first*
Howdy :)
Weeeee
*jumps so violently she whacks her head on the ceiling*
ADRA!
*pauses, as he hears a loud thump, and a muffled shout*
*shrugs*
*screams, barreling into Annika*
ANNI! *screams again, getting tangled*
(Doctor Precocious, FYI.)
Augh!
*struggles with Adra*
Adra!
I don't want to be found in an enclosed space with you in a vacant playground!
People might get the wrong idea!
I'm alive and can stay up just distant in car
PLAYGROUND?! I LIKE PLAYGROUNDS!!! *jumps onto a swing*
(It is abandoned and creepy and Tim Burton-y and only has half a slide, for those don't know the Abandoned Playground by now.)
((AH! Sorry!))
SHUT UP DOCTOR.
*starts shouting*
HELP HELP I'M BEING ATTACKED BY A MADWOMAN! *accidentally punches Precocious*
*elbows Adra in the face*
*grimaces*
Sorry about that!
*kicks her in the gut*
Sorry!
*slithers out of the tube*
*and lies on the ground*
*gasping for breath*
(I dedicate this page to good-time gamblers, their restless wives, and midnight writers out in the corridors on a Friday night.)
*falls out after her, landing on her* ARGH DOCTOR WHAT THE HELL
Oh...
BUT SWINGS ALWAYS ADD CREEPINESS TO PLAYGROUNDS D:
...
*looks at Ms. Dark and the good Doctor on the ground*
*very slowly begins backing away*
Oh, you're going to ask ME what the hell?
I should be asking YOU such a thing!
And do not shout my name so loudly!
*gestures to her attire*
I am INCOGNITO.
(Oh there are definitely swings. Three of them. But one of them is broken, and the others are rusty, so they squeak.)
*touches her nose* I... I think you broke my nose!
*hits her very hard across the face*
*continues backing up, and a gateway screeches open behind him*
(Oh ok... GOOD)
*Continues swinging on a rusty swing looking at Adra and the Doctor*
What were YOU guys doing o.O
*blood is dripping from her nose now*
What-
What-
What in the world is the meaning of this!?
*slams an elbow into Adra's chin*
NO! SIR! HELPPP
*kicks the Doctor backwards and chops at the base of her neck* STOP HITTING ME
PLEASE SIR I BEG OF YOU
With all due respect, Ms. Dark, there are some battles that one should never fight...
*looks over his shoulder at the gateway*
Well, I can tell you what I was doing, Jubilance!
I was being ASSAULTED!
*falls hard on her arse*
Ugh . . .
Erm.
Ms. Dark, from what I saw, you were the one who got yourself wrapped up in such a situation, in the first place.
*notices all the blood*
Oh... that can't be good
*hops off the swing and jogs over*
YOU WERE SITTING IN A SLIDE
WHO THE HELL DOES THAT
HELPPOO PLEASE *blood is gushing from her nose*
I was hiding!
And who in Dante's nine rings would mercilessly attack someone in such a manner!
A FRIEND of yours, too!
*tries to stop her nosebleed*
*twitches slightly, seeing the blood*
I WENT DOWN A SLIDE YOU HIT MY NOSE
*sneezes blood into her hand*
Oh my . . .
*pulls out a handkerchief and starts to wipe off her face*
*Stops a few feet away*
Why're you two fighting anyway?
Yes, ah, quite...
I was in a very tight and enclosed space with someone who was trying to HUG ME.
I feel completely justified.
And then YOU hit MY nose!
*does her best to stop the bleeding* Meanie
"we're all stories in the end, just make it a good one, eh?"
- the Doctor
((not here))
Okay guys I'm sure this is all some big misunderstanding
*Goes over to try and stop the fight*
*pulls out a moist towelette*
*continues wiping blood off her face*
Barbarian.
WE GOT TANGLED
WHY WOULD I GET THAT CLOSE TO A PERSON-unless they were Trip- IN SUCH AN ENCLOSED SPACE
AND I DID IT BY ACCIDENT. YOU ELBOWED ME ON PURPOSE
BITCH
*half-sighs, half-deeply inhales, his eyes firmly shut*
I simply hope that you shall not be hitting each other any more...?
(nevermind :P)
RUFFIAN!
*hits the ground so a huge rock wall blocks Jubi off from them*
MANIAC!
SCOUNDREL!
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