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You win.
Ravel: knew it it's hard for you to stay solid...
Not true
Well then, perhaps you ought to check in more often... Seventeen is a, ah, influential age
*she pulls her coat tighter*
Ah, she's got Sellacious with her. They'll be fine.
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Of course
*glances at the door*
Is it locked?
No idea. *tries to open the door. It's locked*
It's locked. *unlocks the door, lets Adra in*
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*curtsies* Thank you good sir *she walks in, taking a seat*
((I think I might be back now...))
((We shall see...))
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*follows, closing door*
]
What would you like?
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((Okay!))
Er... Red wine, please
What vine, year? Any preference?
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....Red. And it tastes good. I'm not sure- just pick one
*laughs* You guys sure aren't picky!
*disappears down stairs*
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*she carefully takes her coat off, setting it on the seat beside her*
((Of course, now that I'm here, I don't have anything to say... :-/))
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*calls after him* Alcohol is alcohol!
*laughs, rubbing her hands together*
((:O Oh... Well... I wouldn't know? :/))
*comes back up, holding two bottles*
A bottle of ethanol would beg to differ! *hands her a bottle of wine and a red wine glass. Puts down tumblesoz bottle and shot glass.
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*pours herself a bit* *drinks it quietly* *nods* Good! Lovely darling, as always
Glad you like it. I'm just gonna pop upstairs, and make the call, I hope you don't mind...?
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Of course *leans over and loses his cheek* I'll be here
Thanks. *hurries up stairs*
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*calmly drinks her wine, crossing her legs*
((Shrugs))
((Vanishes again))
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((*hugs Fabroo* :/))
*returns about 20 minutes later, sits down*
Well, Kindred is fine. They're in Japan, she got kidnapped for a while, by witches, would you believe, and then Salacious came and saved her, but they were fighting at the time, so they didn't talk for another week, and then they made up in Tokyo. They hunted down a murderer to celebrate, it's all very cute. She says she was sorry she didn't call me, and I said it was fine, and didn't exactly expect her to give me daily updates, yada yada.
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And.... You aren't worried anymore, then?
I'd be a madman not to be worried. They're going monster hunting in Mongolia next.
But after the kidnapping, they've decided that after Mongolia, they're going to call it in. Come home.
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... So what do you want to do?
What do you mean?
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Are you going to wait? Do you have a bad feeling about Mongolia? Anything?
I have no feelings on the matter. I normally have feelings on things, but not always. No, no feelings. *downs a shot of Tumblesoz*
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*opens her mouth to say something*
Trip... *she reaches over, taking his hand* You should go to her
Why? It's none of my business! She'll be fine.
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*takes another sip of her drink* Trip, you're blocking something. Whether it has anything to do with her or not, I don't know. But I think that you are... Uncertain, perhaps on the next course of action. For example, you keep saying she's fine- like you're convincing yourself more than me
I know what I'm doing. I'm assessing my own actions, I'm ashamed of how laughable readable they are really. I know I'm convincing myself. I'm just gonna keep working as I was, because Kindred is powerful, and more than capable of keeping Salacious safe.
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Well okay then... She will be okay. *she nods*
(I beg your pardon. Is there anybody on?)
Yeah. *drinks another shot*
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((Hugs Adra))
((Hugs everyone))
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(Yeah I just havent bothered Tadra because its pointless
Perhaps you shouldn't be drinking. Drinking whilst one is troubled is... Well, a bad habit
(Hey Anni. Yeah, have fun with your opinion Zaf, just don't be a dick about it.)
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((Hi Anni! *hugs*
*hugs Fabroo*))
(I will not spoil anything, because that is a very great crime in any fandom. However, I will simply say this:
The Doctor Who 50th Anniversary.
That is all.
Carry on.)
True.
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(And I won't intrude just because I am not sure where you are right now, and I don't feel like Trip (RP) or Adra (RP) would appreciate it.
I may do something by myself, I don't know.
Maybe I'll do a flashback. Or a solo RP. Or just one of those *walks down the street in search of adventure* stories.
Or maybe I'll do nothing.)
*sighs* You mind if I stay here tonight? And don't feel obligated to say yes. I just... Feel like you shouldn't be alone.
Not at all.
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(I'm here if you want
(Do what makes you most comfortable, dear)
(I kind of just had the coolest thing ever happen. So my mom went to a huge festival where they sell healing stones and other very eastern spiritual things, and she buysa wand, which is about two feet long. She pulls it out for me and I take one look at it, feel a pressure in my ear, then just start sobbing.
Apparently, the wand pulls bad energy out of people.
It was just so cool!!))
((Annika, I've been thinking. If you want to just pretend that Precocious doesn't have the tracker, you can. Or she can keep it. I don't want to make you feel obligated to return it at any point. I can sort of rewrite things and make there another way of opening the box.))
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Okay then. *she leans over, pulling him to her, and kissing him*
(I kind of want to do a flashback.
But I have to think of a flash to back.
. . .
That was an odd sentence. But I rather like it.)
*kisses back, softening up* I'm sorry I was so tense, I just...
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(Hmm . . .
Let us assume that {because I did return to the box at one point, recall,] that at that point in time, I dropped the tracker. It is now lying beside the box, in the forest.
I am going to go into flashback mode now.
Imagine everything I furiously type as tinted in sepia-tone.)
Good morning, afternoon, or, as I suspect the case to be, for the majority, at least, evening, Blogland.
((OMG okay Anni :3))
*she is carefully running her hands through his hair* Don't be sorry- I know the feeling.
((Hey Sir!))
----The year is 1507, and the mansion in thr country is enormous The property is fringed by mountains, an azure lake pools in a grassy ravine, and leafless trees spiderweb white against the crisp, frosty blue sky.----
Doctor Tarot: *takes a deep breath*
Well, here it is.
----A six year old child clutches her teddy bear and looks up at the mansion.
It . . . it’s huge!
*smiles* I love you, so much.
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((Alright, Anni.))
((That works brilliantly.))
((Hi, Sir...))
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Hey Sir.
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*looks him seriously in the eye* I know. *Star wars music plays from somewhere*
*she kisses his cheek*
Greetings, Ms. Fabienne, Mr. Castalan, Ms. Dark, and Ms. Barnosky.
*is here* bleh I'm kinda bored I wish sometimes I could see Ari but se somehow is always busy
Is Threepio gonna come in now and ruin the moment? *smirks*
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(I apologize. I'm a slow typer today.)
Hassle Precocious: *holds tightly to the girl’s hand*
I know thou’s nervous, but, please, try to calm thyself. Thou shall enjoy it here, I think.
I . . . I hope so.
Tarot: Of course thou will!
Thou will love it here. It belongs to my good friend, Ms. Lockswitch.
Hassle: *mutters* VERY good friend.
Tarot: Please, not in front of our neice.
Does she have children?
Hassle: Three.
Tarot: Yes, three. And one of them is about thee’s age.
Thou shall love them, I am certain.
Come on. We’ll help you get settled in.
. . .
*looks behind her*
Tarot: *looks too*
What art thou looking at?
Nothing!
*behind her*
*a few yards away*
*stands a little girl*
*with a red balloon*
X: Yes.
Go inside.
Meet the family.
They will, all of them, utterly loathe you.
So you’d better try to make a good impression.
‘Kay?
. . . ‘Kay.
That would be... Awkward. If anything, I hope an Ewok. Those are adorable teddy bears
Greetings, Ms. Kerias.
*frowns*Before they came into contact with the rebellion, ewoks brutall captured and cooked off-worlders.
They are hardly, adorable teddy bears.
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The looked the part, however. I would hug one. Tell me you wouldn't, though
Hi Sir
I would not hug an Ewok, lest it use it's claws to tear great chunks out of my back.
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----The living room is massive, beautiful, and absolutely horrible. Every surface is dusty, except for a bowl of peppermints on a table in the corner, and everything is a dark, dark red, or else ebony black. It is a frightening ghastly sort of room, with eyes that follow our intrepid little heroine as her uncles plop her on the couch and sit on either side of her. Hassle crosses his legs, Tarot crosses his arms, and both take peppermints and begin loudly chewing them.----
*doors opens*
Ameliorette Lockswitch: Hello.
I didn’t see thou come in.
Tarot: Helloooooooo Ameliorette.
Hassle: Please, not in front of our neice.
Tarot: *looks sulky*
Amy: *sits in an armchair*
*adjusts her blood-red dress*
We will of course be THRILLED to accept the child. What is her name?
I haven’t picked a-
Amy: We will call thee Eliza.
But my name is not Eliza.
Amy: Eliza, I would like thou to meet my children.
*gestures to the top of the staircase*
Of course, thou understands that thou must respect them, obey them, and love them uncontidionally as thou’s own siblings, as well as serve their every whim and cater to their every need.
It is the least thou can do, since we are taking you in.
Tarot: I beg your pardon?
Amy: *looks seductively at Tarot*
Hmm?
Tarot: . . . Nothing.
I like your dress.
Hassle: *grimly looks up at the three children on the staircase*
I would ask how you fare, but for the fact that you have already made it clear.
Trip, most large bear-like animals could do that.
Though I suppose you do have a point
Yeah I wanna flip because I do an RP i said i'd be offline for a lot of today and they replace me
Exactly, Ewoks are small grizzly bears with weapons tactics territory and a social hierarchy! It's terrifying!
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So are humans! They have poison gas! And tanks.... And then the throw people into mass graves without a second though, picking people off like matchsticks...
*she stops*
*Shakes her head* Sorry about that
----There are three children on the staircase. One of them is tall, and very attractive. He is seventeen, with jet black hair, and a clipboard. He looks as if he would like to be anywhere else. In his arms he is gingerly bouncing a baby girl, who is waving her little fists and giggling. The third is a boy, probably ten, with black hair and a narrow-eyed, fixed sort of stare.----
Amy: Eliza, meet Algernon, Lily, and Oscar.
They are now, for all intents and purposes, your family.
Hassle: Thank you very, very much.
*stands up*
We’ll be going now.
Tarot: *grabs Hassle’s arm*
I beg your pardon?
Leaving? Now?
But shouldn’t we say goodbye to our darling neice? See that she’s properly taken care of?
X: *plays with her red balloon*
*and for the first time*
*”Eliza” realizes no one else can see X*
X: You will never be properly taken care of.
But maybe not for the reasons you think.
Hassle: I would like to go home, Doc. I have a duck in the oven.
Tarot: That is your excuse? What, are you a housewife?
X: These two men will be the most important people you will ever know.
Tarot: It is difficult to overcook duck. You’d have to try very hard.
Hassle: I would like to go home. This house sickens me.
Tarot: Amy’s house sickens you?
X: Say goodbye, “Eliza.”
Tarot: *looks at “Eliza”*
Why are you looking at us in such a way?
X: These are the only men who have ever, or will ever, love you.
Hassle: You look a bit pale . . .
X: Say goodbye.
You will never see them again.
Hrm... I cannot claim to fully understand the situation. But in any case, they are hardly 'replacing' you, Ms. Kerias. After all, each human being is unique.
It's okay, I guess. I think I need to go to bed, I'm rather tired. You?
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Yeah I am a bit... *she hops from her chair, yawning*
True that Sir. *shrugs* How are you?
I am as well as I could be expected to be. Thank you for asking, Ms. Kerias.
Of course Sir. Hmm I must admit I am sorry for the fact Hyde visited
*gets up, moves closer to Adra, places hands on her hips, leans in, kisses Adra*
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*blinks, surprised* *wraps her arms around him, kidding back*
Indeed, that man deserves to be drawn and quartered.
*adjusts his opera glasses*
*turns his attention back to the role-play currently unfolding*
Lily: Algy! Algy!
Algernon Lockswitch: *swears very loudly*
Amy: Algy, not in front of the baby.
Algy: Mother, I’m sick of staying home and looking after the baby! How will I EVER get through law school if I’m not studying 24/7?
Amy: You can study WHILE you mind the baby.
And don’t forget, we have a new member of the family.
*points to “Eliza”*
Algy: *looks bitterly at “Eliza”*
You little bitch.
Amy: Algy!
Algy: I don’t like her.
X: See what I mean?
Nobody likes you.
Nobody loves you.
The only people who ever loved you were your uncles.
And look!
They’ve gone.
They’ve already walked out the door.
Leaving you here.
. . . If you knew your true name, you could squish Algernon.
Squish him like a grape.
*giggles*
Like a grape.
Amy: What?
Nothing!
Amy: . . . Hmm.
Well, as you know, I am a busy woman. I have no time to play mother. That duty will be deligated to Algernon. Look at him as your new mother.
Algy: *smiles wickedly*
Amy: Now then, if you’ll excuse me . . .
*departs*
Algy: So . . . It looks like it’s just you, me, and the baby here.
. . .
Algy: Hmm . . . what to do to entertain a six-year-old . . . and myself, of course . . .
Oscar: Want to come play outside?
Algy: . . .
. . .
Algy: . . . Oscar?
Oscar: *points at “Eliza”*
Want to come play outside with me?
We’ve got a swing set.
I’ve never played with a swing set.
Oscar: Oh, it’s good fun! You’ll love it!
Algy: Yes . . . yes, you go do that. Go play outside with the other runt.
*disappears into the nursery*
*still holding the baby*
Oscar: *looks at “Eliza”*
*looks at Oscar*
Oscar: . . .
*face breaks into a wide smile*
Come on, then!
*smiles shakily*
*for the first time since her parents died*
Oh . . . okay!
((Osmosis btw
Aww Sir has opera glasses!))
Ah Sir...yes I wish he was hurt
*breaks off, pulls away* Goodnight, dear.
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* Smiles* Night. I'll be here if you need me. *she nods, carefully sitting down in one of the chairs*
Oscar: *sits on the swing set*
*and swings*
*back and forth*
What’s your name?
. . .
*sits on a swing next to him*
*and swings*
*back and forth*
Oscar: Don’t want to tell me?
I’ll tell you. My name is OSCAR.
And it’s GONNA be Oscar Unstoppable when I grow up!
*giggles*
Oscar Unstoppable?
Oscar: Yeah!
Mommy says that your name should describe you.
And I’m gonna be unstoppable when I grow up.
So that’s gonna be my name!
That’s nice. I like that.
Oscar: Me too!
But don’t tell anyone.
*whispers* It’s a secret.
*puts finger to her lips*
Okay.
Oscar: What’s your name?
It has to describe you!
. . . I don’t know.
X: Sad. Pathetic. Abused. Miserable. Unloved.
. . . Lonely, I think.
Or Forgetful.
Oscar: *giggles*
No way!
Your name has to DESCRIBE you.
I think it should be Pretty. Can it be Pretty?
Do you think I’m pretty?
Oscar: *shrugs*
I guess so.
Aw!
*tries to hug him*
Oscar: Nooooo, you’ll get cooties on me!
Whoops!
Oscar: Ack!
*they fall into a mud puddle*
Ewwwwwwww!
I got mud all over me!
Oscar: *laughs*
What?
Don’t like dirt?
What kind of silly person wouldn’t like dirt!
*throws mud at her*
Ha!
Ewwww!
*throws mud at him*
Oscar: Ha ha ha!
*they throw mud at each other*
*face softens*
Come on. It's a big bed. *takes her hand*
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(PG guys PG)
Indeed, Ms. Kerias.
Ms. Dark, I do hope that I cause no large amount of disappointment?
*takes his hand* Alright then... *carefully follows him*
((No? It's just cool!))
Sir what is your uh magic? *shadows curl around my necklace*
*slides under the covers after taking off shoes*
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Oscar: *scoops up a big handful of mud*
*laughing* No! No! Don’t you dare!
Oscar: *throws it*
*mud hits her in the face*
Ewwww! Some got in my mouth!
Oscar: Awww, sorry.
It’s okay.
*spits out mud*
Yuck! I’m all dirty!
Oscar: We could jump in the lake!
*leans forward and whispers conspiratorially* I think there’s a SEA MONSTER in it.
*gasps*
A sea monster?
Oscar: *nods solemnly*
One day, I’m gonna catch it, and put a saddle on it, and ride it away.
Really?
Oscar: Yep.
Can I help!
Oscar: Sure!
I like you.
You’re not a meanie-pants like Algernon is.
Algernon IS a meanie-pants.
*they nod solemnly in mutual hatred of Algernon*
Magic? I can't do a bally thing. I rely on patrons, of course.
*puts her own shoes and eighty pairs of socks on the floor and snuggles in next to him, taking his hand* *inside her stomach, are velociraptors*
((Anni I gotta say- throwing up rainbows here))
*squeezes her hand, but nods off very quickly*
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Ah...what? I rely on not sure....
*smiles, eventually falling asleep as well*
((...Awh, that was lovely))
Well, since I cannot do magic to save my life, I make deals with other entities, who all do it for me. In exchange, of course.
(G'night guys)
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Oscar: Hey. Hey. Hey.
*gathering mud in his hand behind his back*
What?
*not looking at him*
Oscar: Hey. Hey, look at me. Hey.
What?
*looks at him*
*gets hit in the face with mud*
*very hard this time*
*hard enough to knock her rolling down the hill*
*and she falls*
*and tumbles*
*and skins her elbow very badly*
*she begins to bleed*
Owwww!
*a little girl with a red balloon walks up to her*\
X: He hurt you.
He didn’t mean to!
X: But he did hurt you. Look at you. You’re bleeding.
Oww . . .
X: If you knew your true name, you could heal yourself.
What?
X: If you knew your true name, you wouldn’t have gotten hurt. Algernon wouldn’t hate you. Your uncles wouldn’t have left you here, and your parents would not have died.
But . . .
X: But what?
But Oscar wouldn’t have played with me . . .
X: But you would need Oscar. You wouldn’t need anyone. No one. Not ever.
Not EVER.
*sniffs*
*trying to hold back tears*
*blood dripping from her arm*
X: Accept it.
Accept me.
Let me tell you your true name.
Oscar: *gets to the edge of the hill*
*looks down*
I’m sorry I-
*gasps*
*he can see her*
*the girl with the red balloon*
Oscar: Who are-
X and “Eliza”: GO AWAY, LITTLE BOY!
Oscar: *eyes wide and brimming with tears*
*he doesn’t get yelled at*
*ever*
Oscar: *runs away*
Oh. I can do magic I am actually....*quietly* Was born in Roarhaven. But we moved to America during the war. I worked with the Dead Men a few times
Good night, Mr. Castalan. Sleep well.
((Anni you need to stop this no))
(Night! *hugs*)
Ah, interesting, Ms. Kerias. The Dead Men... Well, they certainly were pesky, back in the war, but certainly are interesting people.
X: *kneels in front of “Eliza”*
I am the only . . . thing . . . that is ver going to love you.
*tears filling her eyes*
*in a tiny little voice* No.
X: Yes.
But not just that.
I can become anyone you want.
*turns into a short man with red hair*
I can be Tarot,
*a tall man with white hair*
Hassle,
*a lanky boy with a baby in his arms*
Algernon,
*and a little boy with black hair*
and even Oscar.
I can play with you every day if you want me to.
And you’ll never be lonely.
Not ever, ever again.
Would you like that?
*turns into her father*
I can be . . .
*her mother*
. . . anything.
*back into a little girl in a black coat with a red balloon in her hand*
And all I need is one teeny, tiny, little favor.
*the sky is growing darker*
*the sun is setting*
*the sunset a blood-red slash against the black-and-gray sky*
*like an open wound*
X: *leans forward*
*whispers* Let me tell you your true name.
And you will be the most powerful little girl in the world.
And everybody,
EVERYBODY,
will love you.
((Ah gods I forgot I'm getting up early tomorrow. Goodnight, my friends! *hugs* Sleep well)
Very well. Good night, Ms. Dark. Dream well.
*looks up at the sky*
*looks back at X*
*somewhere*
*a baby named Lily is crying*
*somewhere*
*Algernon is trying to do his homework*
*somewhere*
*Doctor Tarot is wishing he’d had the guts to say something to Amy*
*somewhere*
*Hassle Precocious is basting a duck*
*and somewhere*
*a little boy named Oscar is heartbroken*
. . .
. . .
Okay.
X: *smiles a bloody smile*
Such a pity.
Such a pity.
I'm gonna go to bed night
(And I am going to end my flashback on that lovely cliffhanger.)
Well, good evening to you, as well, Ms. Kerias.
Excellent technique, Ms. Barnosky.
(Thank you. I think cliffhangers are a very good tool if you don't overuse them.)
Indeed, though I can hardly claim to know much about writing.
(Well, writing is my hobby, apart from fencing and watching rather too much Doctor Who.
. . .
. . .
Everyone sort of dropped off to go to bed at the same time. Are we the only ones left?)
...
Harrumph. I believe so. That is odd. Well, I suppose they deserve their rest.
(That's strange. I suppose they were all just waiting for the role-playing to end. Oh well.
I'm going to drop the parentheses.)
Ah, that feels better.
So, how have you been?
((I NEVER DROP OFF))
AUGH!
Adra, you frightened the living daylights out of me.
As well as I can be expected to be, I suppose. And you, my good Doctor? Have you remembered more than... Blackberries?
((Damn right))
*takes a deep breath*
*exhales*
. . . No. I haven't remembered anything else. Nothing but blackberries in the summertime.
But the nightmares are worse.
Yes, I finally got to sleep. I think I'm starting to prefer the sleep deprivation.
... Quite, Ms. Dark...
In any case, you have my sympathies, my good Doctor, for whatever little they may do.
(On Long Island Medium, Teresa is reading the mom and sister of Talia Castellano... This is gorgeous))
Well, sometimes sympathies are all that can be offered. Thank you.
But, really, it's not your concern. These are my problems, after all.
(That sentence was nigh unintelligible to me, Adra.)
Indeed. I do hope you overcome them, my good Doctor.
(By the way, I found a picture the other day that rather reminded me of you, Sir, from what I know of your background.)
Thank you.
*sighs and begins playing with a yo-yo in her pocket*
((A medium picked up the soul of the girl, Talia, who had cancer and did all of those makeup tutorials? I believe Ellen and Covergirl sponsored her but she was gorgeous and- she's just a beautiful soul :) ))
(. . . Well, I don't know how I feel about that, Adra.
*wonders how she feels about that*)
Really, Ms. Barnosky?
They are just words, my good Doctor.
((Well... It was just heartwarming. I saw this medium before at a show she did. She's popular, and-
Ah
It just occurred to me that you might now believe in mediums
Hell I don't think you even know half the things I do believe in so this might sound wild
Er..
*hides* I'M NOT A WITCH I SWEAR))
(I did. Would you like to see it? It's actually quite adorable.)
Well, words have toppled governments.
They've set whole words ablaze.
They've broken hearts, and mended them.
So I feel that when words are intended to heal, they ought to be acknowledged. Just a little.
*spins yo-yo up and down*
Even if they ARE largely useless.
*chuckles*
Apologies. I'm getting all sentimental. I won't make you listen to me, of course.
*bounces yo-yo*
We've all got more important things to do than be sentimental.
(I am a Christian. I believe that most mediums are shams, but I also believe that there are proper witches out there.
I also believe that I should have absolutely nothing to do with them.)
It is fine if you are, Ms. Dark.
My good Doctor, I suppose so. But you hardly wish for me to stand here, debating you.
I would indeed, Ms. Barnosky.
True . . . true . . .
(Here it is. It is a Gentleman Cthulhu.
----->)
((I'm not a witch though... My mom and I just believe in a more eastern culture. Er, not to slam Christianity- believe me, I have the utmost respect for it, and I most certainly agree that Jesus Christ was a charismatic and worldly man, but I always believed that he was more... Higher thinking. As in, Hinduism, Over-Soul, 7-12 chakras (depending on how far you go out) thing.
Yeah, my mom and I believe a lot of healing of she soul and energy of the mind and cleanliness of the entity thing. It's quite interesting.
I personally do not believe in God in the ends that he is a man who lives up in the clouds, but God as life itself, and we are life- everything is life, you know?
Similarly, I believe that after I die, my soul will go move on somewhere else, and that energy will make life in another thing.
But I don't know, I only know of a few dimensions...))
((God damn I went off on a rant again))
((Apologies for that.))
That is a lovely picture, Ms. Barnosky.
Ms. Dark, people love to bring their passions to others.
((Er, yes. I understand that, but I know the Chrostian Churches are very, well... Anti-what I just said.
If I offended you or anything, Annikna- please don't take it wrong :/))
(( I AM ADDICTED TO SEWING ))
. . . Hmm. I'm a bit hungry.
Would you like something to eat?
*walks down the hall and enters the kitchen*
*shutting the door behind her*
*opens cabinets*
*looking for food*
*and humming a nonsense tune under her breath*
Dum da dum da dee, da dum da do da dee . . .
*coughs*
Dum da doo dee . . .
*coughs*
Dum da-
*coughs*
*coughs more and more violently*
*blood splatters on the floor*
What the-
What the-
*covers her mouth*
*blood spurts out between her fingers as she continues coughing*
(I am not offended.
I agree with absolutely nothing you said in that rant.
But I am not offended at all, and my high opinion of you has not changed.)
(( :O ))
(Whoops.
Gotta change my profile picture.)
(( SEWING IS FREAKING AMAZING ))
Greetings, Ms. Stormberg.
Ah...
My good Doctor, are you entirely alright?
((Each to their own *nods her head*
I must be off- ta! *waves*))
*a voice echoes in her head*
*a loud, strong, familiar voice*
*raking through her mind as if with claws*
X: Time to pay the piper.
*coughs*
*more blood*
X: You've put this off for too long.
*coughs*
*more blood*
X: You don't have much time.
You're dying, Doctor.
Is dying as much fun as you'd hoped it would be?
Will death be as pleasant as you dreamed?
*coughing violently*
*more blood*
X:You have twelve days before the sickness kills you.
I expect to be paid
in full
before then.
Ciao!
*and the voice is gone*
*coughs violently*
*blood dripping on the front of her shirt*
*cries out hoarsely* I'm fine! It's all good! Just looking for a snack!
*coughs up more blood*
(( this is what i just finished making in sewing. isn't it cute? ---> ))
Good bye, Ms. Dark.
...
My good Doctor, you appear to be coughing up blood. That... Does not qualify as alright.
(That's lovely, Snow!)
(( hand sewn, it was so much fun to make.))
While it certainly looks adorable to me, Ms. Stormberg, I hesitate in identifying it.
How can you tell through the door-
*looks angry at herself*
I mean, not that you're right.
I am perfectly well. Just like alwa-HURK!
*coughs more blood into her hands*
*takes a deep, rasping breath*
*and tries to slow her breathing*
(( XD we had to make our own designs. i did this. ))
(( snows tree plot... *thinks*))
1) OMGG I'M BACK :D :D :D *attacklesqueezeglomps everyone*
2) OMG, we've actually got three posts in a row with comment room o_O
3) OMFDG I have so much homework to do now I finally have my laptop back...
(( SAPHYYYYYYYYYY!!!!! *TACKLEHUGOFDOOM* HIIIII))
...
If you must know, a series of gateways that begin microscopic, and increase in size while distorting light.
Frightfully rude, and I shall send you a personally signed letter of apology later.
Now, then.
*looks momentarily surprised, and a little impressed*
I thought that sort of gateway usage was bann-HURK!
*vomits more blood*
*grabs a towel*
*starts furiously trying to clean herself off*
*Hugs Snow back tightly*
(( right... so i promised a blogland parody to you anni. i intend to live up to that promise. what song should i do it to?))
Wbd, I have so much to catch up on...
(Something idiotic and popular.)
Oh, it is.
*walks down the hall*
*opens the door*
(( idiotic and popular... you mean :what does the fox say" ?? XD ))
*looks up sharply when Sir walks in*
*and she's standing on the kitchen floor which is covered in blood*
*blood all down her shirt front*
*and a bloody towel in her hand*
. . . I
am
FINE.
*coughs up blood into the towel*
(Yes, Snow. That is the thing of which I mean.)
...
No, my good Doctor.
No you are not.
(( right... i need to think of a song... wbd))
(Zafira goes Meh!
and Trip goes Adra!
and Snow goes Cactus!
and Precocious goes Tea!
but . . .
What does Niccolo say?)
(( i am not doing it to that moronic song.))
*Cracks up laughing*
(( LOL!! i was legit rolling on the floor then. people were looking at me like i was crazy...))
I hate you all.
Anni; And what does the Saph say? :P
Okay, gimme a minute for the ded.
((Hello...))
#ChaseForBook9
Snow; You are crazy, remember? You're friends with me.
*takes a deep breath*
*hoping she won't choke on blood*
I don't-HURK
*more blood*
Need-HURK
*more blood*
Your help-HURK
*more blood*
Confound it all, how much blood do I have!?
(( HEY FAB!!! what song should i do a blogland parody of?))
Around six to seven pints, my good Doctor.
Now, if your lungs have collapsed, there really is little I can do.
*takes a deep breath*
*holds it*
*exhales*
My lungs seem fine . . . I think . . .
*tries again*
Yes, my lungs are fine . . .
*voice echoes in her head*
X: Well, I can't kill you yet, can I?
After all, a gentleman always gives a lady time to respond to his request.
Twelve days. No more. No less.
GET OUT OF MY HEAD!
*coughs up more blood*
*as the voice fades away*
(( song song song....))
Fabi! *hugs*
Okay, I ded to all of the fantastic Bloglandians, because I missed you and you're awesome. I also ded to my birthday, in two weeks :3
((Annika, you are a truly brilliant person. It's a pleasure to know you.))
((SNOW. I don't know...))
#ChaseForBook9
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