Glancing back at old Blog entries, I happened to notice that on December 23rd of 2012 I had 13,320 words of LSODM written. This was a good thing to notice. It means that, with 18,504 words of Book 9 already spewed forth onto the page/screen, I am well ahead of where I was last year — and I finished LSODM in PLENTY of time, did I not?
Well, actually, no, I didn't. It was pretty much down to the wire, as they say. I couldn't afford to make ANY mistakes with LSODM, because I had no time to do anything resembling a significant rewrite. But at least I know it can be done. At least I know I can do it. Now all I have to do is hope I DO do it.
Pressure pressure pressure... It's everywhere. I don't actually mind pressure. It's a handy tool to make you sit down and write, after all. And I have no one to blame for these onrushing deadlines but me, because I'm the one who agreed to them in the first place. I'm the one who said "Hey, let's collect all the short stories, and I'll write a few more brand new ones, and we can publish in the summer before the final book!" And what a wonderful idea that was. What a magical, wonderful idea, to schedule the writing of short stories at the same time as I've scheduled the writing of a book. How clever that was.
I had wanted to include ten new stories in the collection. I STILL want to do ten — but the fact is, I might not be able to. I may only be able to do five. I want to tell a tale of the Dead Men during the war. I want to tell the tale of Billy-Ray Sanguine and what he did when he was recovering from the sword-wound that Valkyrie inflicted on him in The Faceless Ones. I want to show you how Val met Caelan for the first time. But most of all, I want to go back to Skulduggery and Valkyrie, back before the screaming and the killing and the darkness. I want to see them having fun again, before the death and the destruction and the heartache and the loss. The collection will be out mere months before the final book, after all... I want you to enter into Book 9, fully aware of how good it used to be between them.
And then I want to shatter what remains of your souls.
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«Oldest ‹Older 2801 – 3000 of 4974 Newer› Newest»Adra if I use my phone in wifi and go on safari i dont use data correct?
Right? Man.
But my road is still taped off
Do you have unlimited? Idk- I don't have a contract, I pay as you go
HOLY FUCK
okay my brother tried to open the window- and we didn't see this- and the alarm goes off I SHIT YOU NOT IM SHAKING LIKE A TERRIFIED CAT
Jesus Christ I'm so done rn
Well it doesn't have me seeing the 4g thing instead it actually just has the wifi signal so i guess I don't use data
I don't knoweeeeeeweee
Sorry
Tis okay
*sits by the fire*
*walks over to* Hey
*manages to smile* Hey there
You seem tired or something today...
*her smile drops* Yeah, tired sounds about right..
Work overload?
((Actual quote from my mother: "Honest to God, I'd just go bat-shit cray and kick the fuck outta someone... I mean, I think I would really become a badass...mofo kinda thing and scare the peeps away, or they'd have to shoot me"
I swear, my mother..))
((Shit msd my poppy is in the hospital I wanna know if he's okay...))
Among other things, yeah.... But don't worry about me... *her gaze drifts lazily to the woods* *said distantly* I'll be fine..
((Okay- *hugs* I hope he's okay))
Something is gonna happen....Niccolò's disappearence...
((Keeping him overnight....24hrs of heart monitoring....D:))
((Do they know what happened?))
*rolls her eyes* *looks down at her papers and writes*
((He felt chest pains and drove to the doctor))
*is quiet*
((Well then send him my best please..))
*hums a little Slavic hymn under her breath*
((*nods* ))
*sighs getting own papers*
Ravel: *comes into Blogland still in Elders robes* Zaf....!
*finishes a few documents* *keeps going*
What?
Ravel: We..well....Mevolent
((Sorry I poofed for a second my brother came home))
*nods*
What....do we do?
Ravel: Find him. Now
*Adra yawns slightly, feeling drowsy*
Adra?
Ravel: *watches quietu furious*
Mmmmmmm?
You okay?
Yeah...
You ure? ((Ugh msd))
(I'm not sure if I'll be able to finish it, though it's likely, but is now a good time for that solo RP you two planned for me?)
Yeah...
((If you want, Anni))
(Well, in the event that I cannot finish it, or y'all have to go away, I will definitely be posting it on Superflous Adventures when it is through. Besides, it'll give me something fun to do this evening.)
(Hello, all! I am going to do a solo RP. It’s not as off-the-wall and wacky as I usually like to be, but I am certain you will find it thoroughly enjoyable. I have it planned out, but I’m writing it live, so bear with me. When I asked for random things to incorporate, the requests were:
Osmosis
Al Capone
Osmosis
The Axis Powers
Osmosis
A TARDIS
Osmosis
A parrot
Osmosis
A cactus
Osmosis
Dynamite
and Osmosis,
so I’m quite certain I’ve delivered on all counts. It’s quite good. Oscar does some time-traveling, Al Capone does some flirting, Precocious does some wheelchair acrobatics, and it’s all jolly good fun.
*uses her monster truck rally voice*
ARE YOU RRRRRRRRRREADY?)
Osmosis
----The year is 1941, and the day is September 7, a day that would be known hearafter as the London Blitz. The unsuspecting Londoners know nothing of this however. Indeed, at this very moment, quite a few of them were gathered in a seedy jazz club, enjoying a nice brandy. There is a singer on stage, wearing a costume Broadway recently made popular. It’s called a ‘sequinned tuxedo jacket.’----
Singer: Tangerine, she is all they clain
With her eyes of night and lips as bright as flame
Tangerine, when she dances by
Senoritas stare and caballeros sigh . . .
X: Hey, what’s a nice girl like you doin’ in the corner all by yourself?
Thinking, I suppose. Listening to the song. *sighs wistfully* I love this sort of music.
X: Yeah?
Yeah. Hey, you don’t sound like a Londoner.
X: Nah, I’m an American.
*holds out hand*
Alphonse Capone.
*shakes hand*
What are you dong in London?
Al: I ain’t exactly welcome in the States anymore.
Can I buy you a drink?
You can buy me two.
Al: WELL then . . .
*goes off to get drinks*
Man
MAAAAN
Al: *comes back with drinks*
Singer: Tangerine, she is all they say
With mascared eye and chapeaux by Dache
Tangerine, with her lips of flame
If the color keeps, Louis Philippe’s to blame . . .
Al: You wanna dance?
. . . No.
Al: C’mon! Pretty girl like you shouldn’t be sitting in the corner all the time.
. . .
*peels back the tablecloth*
*she’s sitting in a wheelchair*
I do a lot of sitting, Al.
Al: *taken aback*
Oh . . . oh.
What?
Didn’t think a woman could be in a wheelchair?
Al: I didn’t think-
Go away.
Al: But-
Go away!
And thank for the drink.
Al: *hurriedly departs*
((:000000))
*air raid sirens split the silence*
Singer: And I’ve seen clothes on Tangerine
Where the label says - OH MY GOD, NAZIS!
Random Citizen: The Nazi’s are bombing us!
*the jazz club empties*
Hey! HEY! I need some help!
*awkwardly tries to wheel away*
*it doesn’t work*
Help! HELP!
*but the club is empty*
*nobody remains*
*not even Al Capone*
Damn it. Damn it!
*sirens even louder*
*she can almost hear the planes in the sky*
*and street-level sabateurs throwing dynamite*
What to do . . . what to do . . .
*tries to push herself*
*but it’s not that sort of wheelchair*
((I really want to help pleaseeeeeeer))
(And as this whole story is really VERY important for Precocious's past and Oscar's future, I will be posting it on Superfluous Adventures. I probably mentioned that already . . .)
(And you can't help, because I've got some CRAZY stuff planned. MWA HA HA!)
*kicks off from the wall*
*shoots across the room*
*slams into the stage*
*the sequinned tuxedo jacket, left discarded by the singer, falls onto the back of the wheelchair*
*she doesn’t notice*
Ow!
*pushes off again*
*wheelchair falls over*
*tumbles*
*and does a graceful flip before landing on its wheels again*
. . .
. . .
THAT WAS AWESOME!
Can I do it again?
*tries*
*fails*
OW!
(I WANT TO HALP))
(No . . . MWA HA HA!)
What’s this?
*picks up sequined tuxedo jacket*
Oh, this must have belonged to the singer.
It’s sort of pretty.
*puts it on*
Gosh, I feel ridiculous.
Doesn’t help me get to safety, any.
But still . . .
You never know what might happen when you put on a sequined tuxedo jacket.
*MEANWHILE*
*HIGH ABOVE THE CITY* *A BLUE BOX WHIRLS THROUGH THE NIGHT*
----Inside the blue box, two men stare down at the carnage. One of them, the owner of the box, is blond. He is wearing black jeans, a black hoody, and a red dog collar. He is tapping a repetiative drum beat on the wall.
The other is wearing a black suit, with red gloves. His hair is neat and black, with a white stripe through it.----
The Master: You’re sure this is the place?
Oscar: Yeah, yeah this is the place.
Master: Remind me again why I bothered to take you here?
Oscar: It’s . . . it’s a story. A story she told me once. And it never made sense to me, but it makes sense now. I think I HAVE to come here, at this date and time.
The fate of my Evil Scheme (patent pending) may be at stake.
Don’t worry, the League will compensate you for your actions.
Master: And why should I care about some human league of supervillains?
Oscar: *looks at him*
Because I can hear the drumming too, Master.
*they look at each other*
*silent understanding*
Master: Well then, out you go.
*pushes Oscar out of his TARDIS*
((*dies*))
*Snickers* Poor Oscar...))
((*throws up rainbows*))
Good evening, Blogland.
*MEANWHILE*
*BACK ON THE GROUND*
Okay . . . I can do this . . .
*braced herself*
*pushes herself off the wall*
*and goes into a tailspin out the door*
AHHHHH!
*outside, street-level bombers are throwing dynamite*
*and cackling*
*evilly*
*and Precocious is in the middle of the street*
Oh, oh this is bad . . .
*dynamite sails past*
AH!
*looks around wildly*
Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear . . .
Parrot: Hey, over here!
What?
Parrot: Hey! Hey hey! Listen! Hey!
I beg your pardon?
Parrot: Hey! Hey! Listen! Hey hey!
WHAT!?
Parrot: . . . dynamite at 12:00.
*dyanmite sails into Precocious’s lap*
Oh, oh, OH!
*jugles the dynamite*
*and hurls it away from her*
*blowing a hole in the street*
ACK! I’m so confused!
SIR! *jumps up and hugs*
((Anni ONFG)(
I gotta hide . . . I gotta hide . . .
*looks around wildly*
*sees a potted cactus nearby*
*picks it up and holds it in front of her*
*as she rolls across the street*
If I’m behind this cactus, NOBODY will notice me!
Parrot: . . . You look really stupid right now.
SHUT UP!
*buildings are falling*
*streets are exploding*
*sirens are wailing*
*planes are flying*
*and Precocious is panicking*
*an explosion rocks the street*
*and she finds herself alone*
*and friendless*
*in the middle of a war-torn city*
Oh God . . . oh God help me . . .
*beginning to really panic now*
Get me out of here . . . please . . . please . . .
Anyone . . .
Anyone at all . . .
*someone is running down the street*
*panicking*
*he’s tall*
*with jet-black hair*
*and a long white lab coat*
*eyes widen*
H- h-
Hershel?
Hershel: *skids to a halt*
*wide-eyed and shocked*
D-doctor?
Doctor Precocious?
*eyes narrow angrily*
What are you doing here?
Why aren’t you at my hospital?
Hi Sir....
*looks around* Wish I could see Niccolò
((*hits Anni* STAHP))
*almost ready to cry with happiness*
Hershel . . .
Hershel, you came to help . . .
Hershel: *looks up at the sky nervously*
*eyes widen in panic*
Oh Hell . . . oh hell, there’s more . . .
They’re coming . . .
*begins to sweat*
They’re going to hit us, THEY’RE GOING TO HIT US!
*holds out hands*
Hershel! Hershel, I can’t move on my own!
Hershel: *backs away*
I can’t die, I can’t!
*beginning to shake*
Hershel!
Hershel: *looks away*
Hershel!
I’m going to die!
Hershel: . . .
. . .
. . . I’m sorry.
I’m so sorry . . .
*runs*
Hershel!
HERSHEL!
*watches him go*
*tears beginning to drip down her cheeks*
*whispers* Hershel . . .
. . . I thought you loved me.
*sirens blaring*
*bombs falling*
*and as Hershel disappears into his hospital, a plane soars overhead*
*screams* HERSHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEL!
*but the bomb falls*
*and in less than ten seconds*
*the hospital is ashes on the ground*
((...*jumps off a cliff*))
(Ohhhh, just you wait. It gets so much worse and so much better.)
*sobbing uncontrollably now*
*hating herself*
*cursing herself*
H-h-hershel . . .
What . . .
W-why . . .
. . .
. . . AUUUUUUUGH!!!!!
*buries her hands in her hair*
*and screams*
*and doesn’t see the plane overhead*
*and doesn’t see the bomb drop*
*and doesn’t see the face of the man who grabs her chair and heaves her into a nearby shelter*
*safety*
*protected from the bombs*
*and she doesn’t notice*
*because she’s still screaming*
*the image of Hershel leaving her to die playing again and again in her mind*
. . .
. . .
. . .
. . . COWARD!
COWAAAAARD!
I will NEVER become a coward like you!
NEVER!
((0smosis))
Sir...?
*half frowns*
Oscar: . . .
*silently watches her nervous collapse*
*shaking*
*screaming*
*crying*
*letting go of all the agony at once*
*and it is a long*
*long*
*time*
*before she stops*
. . .
Oscar: . . .
. . . hic . . .
Oscar: . . . What happened to your legs?
*her face in her hands*
*sniffing*
. . . What?
((0sm0s1s))
. . .
There was a man . . .
Oscar: . . . Go on.
He hurt me . . . again and again . . .
*grinds her teeth together*
He nailed me to a wall . . . and he heated brass switchblades over a fire . . . and tore up my legs.
And I’ve been here . . .
For fifty
damn
years.
And I will never for give him.
Never.
*throws her head back*
NEVEEEEEEEEER!
Oscar: . . .
. . .
. . .
. . . Please.
Try.
((*is dead*))
Right...
*backs up a little*
*turns and walks towards the path, keeping her head down and her books against her chest almost protectively*
You. Zafira.
Javier what do you want?
Oscar: . . . Did you love him?
. . . W-what?
Oscar: The cleric. The cleric who died in the bombing.
Did you love him?
. . .
*quietly*
*very quietly*
Yes.
Oscar: . . . Don’t judge that man,
the man who did this.
*gestures to the chair*
Don’t judge him to harshly.
He was . . . is . . . young.
Give him time.
He will change.
. . .
. . .
Oscar: Your cleric, the dead cleric, he couldn’t heal you.
. . .
*crying silently*
Oscar: He couldn’t heal you, because he’s not a Life-Giver.
There are no Life-Givers.
Not anymore.
They’re gone. They’ve died out. They’ve left.
Left, like Hershel.
Everybody leaves.
*finally snaps*
*and screams at the sky*
EVERYBODY LEAVES ME!
EVERYBODY!
EVERY- what the hell are you doing?
Oscar: Hold still.
*lays a hand on her leg*
*and brilliant golden light fills the room*
What did you do sending us into a bloody battle?! *slams into tree* did't I say you'd do that? Didnt i??
*kicks in shin* Get off of me!!!!!
*Stares at Javier calmly and crosses her arms over her chest* Excuse me, dear. Unhand Zafira and no one gets hurt.
((Annika can I hit u))
*she stops in the middle of the van, watching the ground* *takes a deep, slow breath*
No! I want you to tell me why!
Like hell, Rose
*sighs*
Honestly.
*Walks forward and glares softly at Javier* Unhand Zaffy before your head goes pop.
. . . oh my God . . .
Oscar: Here.
*holds the back of the chair*
Try standing.
Wh . . . what . . .
Oscar: I’m serious.
Try standing. I’ll hold you up.
*gingerly lifts her out of the chair*
*and she falls over*
OW!
Oscar: Try again. It’ll take some getting used to.
Ow . . .
*slowly*
*very slowly*
*climbs to her feet*
*balancing on a wall for support*
*looks at Oscar in wonder*
*eyes brimming with tears again*
Who . . . who are you . . ?
Oscar: . . . I’m not really sure anymore.
*looks down*
*shocked*
*at her own legs*
I can walk.
Oh, stars above, I can walk.
I . . . I can walk!
*begins to laugh*
(SIR!! *Tacklehugs* HI!!))
*winces* fine. *lets go of and focuses on Zaf*
*falls to knees screaming and is frozen in fear after a moment*
Oi! None of that, you son of a bitch. *Pushes Javier away an stands in front of Zaf* NO ONE HURTS MY FAMILY!!
Greetings, Ms. Rose.
((Osmosis bby))
*she stumbles upon a decaying swing set*
*she carefully sits on the swing, her feet touching the ground*
*she gently pushes herself absently*
*sighs* You really don't know when its hopeless *focuses on Rose*
*laughs louder*
OH MY GOD, I CAN WALK!
*takes a few steps*
*laughs*
*like a child discovering something new*
*and turns*
*and hugs Oscar*
Oh my God, you’ve done it, you’ve healed me . . . I didn’t think . . . I didn’t think I’d ever walk again . . .
Oscar: *tenses up at the contact*
*then relaxes*
*and slowly puts his hand on her waist*
*and pushes her away*
Oscar: You need to walk. You’ve got to.
There are some very important things that are going to happen in your future, Doctor Precocious, and you’re going to need to run away from a lot of monsters.
Plus, without legs, you won’t be able to operate a creepy black van.
. . . What’s a creepy black van?
Oscar: *corner of his mouth twitches*
Oh, you’ll find out.
My face really hurts... I it bands on my braces yesterday... Ow...))
*stands* you get away from her Javier
((God damn it Annika
GOD DAMN IT))
((I don't miss my braces at all....off since July))
*swallows*
I can’t see your face clearly, it’s so dark in here . . .
*reaches for a light switch*
Oscar: *pales*
No!
*pushes her away*
No! You can’t see me.
What?
Why?
Oscar: Because you never saw me. You never knew who I was. You tried to find me but couldn’t, and-
*remembers time-travel*
*shuts up*
I . . . I have to go.
*runs out the door*
*hiding his face*
No!
*outstretches hand*
Don’t leave me!
. . . Everybody leaves me.
*stands*
*for the first time in 50 years*
*in the middle of a filthy old shelter*
*and thinks about Hershel*
*and the stranger*
*and for the first time in her long, long life*
*she begins to forget things*
*Whimpers softly* No... It's not real... It's fake... *Stumbles forward towards Javier and falls to her knees in front of him* Ugh... No...
Don't like it? Shall I continue? *laughs* Zaf you know what I can do
((Osmosis bby why do you hurt me like this))
(Almost through, just a couple more to go . . .)
Oscar: *running down the street*
Where is he . . . where is he . . .
*furiously grinding his teeth*
Where is he . . .
*a blue police call box sits on the corner*
*and the Master is tapping a drum beat on the wall*
Master: . . . Well?
You through yet?
Oscar: Yes, I . . .
*voice trails away*
*thinks for a moment*
*makes the hardest descision of his life*
*and looks back at the Master*
No. I’m not done yet.
Master: *raises eyebrows*
How far back to we need to go?
Oscar: About five minutes.
*Adra switches to a soft Bulgarian hymn*
*she hums*
*glares and runs at Javier whipping shadows at him* Get away from her!!! I swear to god I hope Niccolò finds you one day! And gives you Hell...jealous aren't you? I told you-
((WHAT ARE YOU DOING))
What was that-*loses focus* Damn you!!!
Fuck you... Javier... *Gasps and winces* I know it's fake... It's fake... *Gets back to her feet*
(My sister and her perfect boyfriend just broke up after last night... :/ ))
Precocious: *almost ready to cry with happiness*
Hershel . . .
Hershel, you came to help . . .
Hershel: *looks up at the sky nervously*
*eyes widen in panic*
Oh Hell . . . oh hell, there’s more . . .
They’re coming . . .
*begins to sweat*
They’re going to hit us, THEY’RE GOING TO HIT US!
Precocious: *holds out hands*
Hershel! Hershel, I can’t move on my own!
Hershel: *backs away*
I can’t die, I can’t!
Precocious: *beginning to shake*
Hershel!
Hershel: *looks away*
Precocious: Hershel!
I’m going to die!
Hershel: . . .
. . .
. . . I’m sorry.
I’m so sorry . . .
*runs*
Precocious: Hershel!
HERSHEL!
*watches him go*
*tears beginning to drip down her cheeks*
*whispers* Hershel . . .
. . . I thought you loved me.
Hershel: *disappears into hospital*
*running down the hall toward the basement*
*the door is locked*
*frantically finds the key and turns it in the lock*
*wrenches open the door*
*and Oscar grabs him by the lab coat and slams him against the wall*
My sympathies, Ms. Rose.
*Shakes her head, clearing it* Thanks Zaf. *Sends a kick to Javier's knee*
((Oh my bby Osmosis))
*Adra slowly gets to her feet, drawing a shuddering breath and begins to walk again, leaving the swing set behind her*
*laughs and vanishes* You will never get away from me
*she walks for her lab, holding her emotions back as she walks for her doors*
*jiggles at the door, opening it*
Oscar: WHY DID YOU RUN?
*slams gloved fist into Hershel’s gut*
Hershel: *gasping for breathe*
Oscar: WHY?
*slams knee into his crotch*
WHY?
*hurls him to the ground*
WHY THE HELL DID YOU RUN!?
Hershel: *breathless and choking in agony*
Bombs . . . the bombs . . . falling . . .
*gasps desperately for air*
I . . . could . . . be . . . killed . . .
Oscar: DAMN RIGHT YOU COULD BE KILLED!
*picks up Hershel by the collar*
*slams him into the wall*
*again*
*and again*
*before letting him slide to the ground*
*blood dripping from his nose and mouth*
Oscar: *bends down to look him in the eye*
She LOVED you.
She loved you unconditionally. You couldn’t even HEAL her for God’s sake, and you’re a CLERIC.
Do you have ANY idea what I would give . . .
*stops himself*
*and smiles*
Do you know what I’m going to do to you, Hershel Coin?
((I'm dead Annika. Thank you for killing me.))
*the door falls off it's hinges and she jumps back*
What the hell?
*there's a puddle of dark blue looking liquid on the floor*
(I think I may vanish... Sorry... I'm not in a good mood right now... All because my sister threw a dog toy at Troy and Troy threw his phone at her and she got winded... :/ ))
Oscar: WHY DID YOU RUN?
*slams gloved fist into Hershel’s gut*
Hershel: *gasping for breathe*
Oscar: WHY?
*slams knee into his crotch*
WHY?
*hurls him to the ground*
WHY THE HELL DID YOU RUN!?
Hershel: *breathless and choking in agony*
Bombs . . . the bombs . . . falling . . .
*gasps desperately for air*
I . . . could . . . be . . . killed . . .
Oscar: DAMN RIGHT YOU COULD BE KILLED!
*picks up Hershel by the collar*
*slams him into the wall*
*again*
*and again*
*before letting him slide to the ground*
*blood dripping from his nose and mouth*
Oscar: *bends down to look him in the eye*
She LOVED you.
She loved you unconditionally. You couldn’t even HEAL her for God’s sake, and you’re a CLERIC.
Do you have ANY idea what I would give . . .
*stops himself*
*and smiles*
Do you know what I’m going to do to you, Hershel Coin?
+
Hershel: *breathing ragged, desperate breaths*
*terrified*
Kill . . . me . . ?
Oscar: NO.
*grabs him by the coat*
*drags him towards the basement*
I am going to bring you to the basement, where the bombs won’t harm a single hair on your precious little head.
And I’m going to lock you in.
And leave you there.
*violently tugs Hershel’s coat*
DID YOU HEAR WHAT I SAID?
I’M GOING TO LET YOU
LIVE,
HERSHEL COIN.
Because that’s what she wants.
But you are never,
ever,
ever going to tell her,
or show yourself to her.
That’s the price.
You get to watch the only woman who will EVER love a bastard like you live her life thinking you’re DEAD.
*whispers* Coward.
*hurls him into the basement*
*and locks the door*
((I wouldn't blame you if you left...))
((*huggles* it's okay Rose I understand))
Once again, Ms. Rose, I extend my sympathies. And I would not blame you in any form if you chose to leave, as such matters take precedence.
((Man, Anni))
*she looks around and steps back, not wanting to go in again*
*she sits^
Hmm. *throws a snowball at Sir*
*sighs in disappointment, and the snowball proceeds to disappear in a gateway*
*MEANWHILE*
*IN THE PRESENT DAY*
Y’know something, Mihos?
Mihos: Quack?
I can’t imagine life without my van.
*accelerates*
Y’know? It’s like a little slice of my soul, it really is.
Mihos: Quack.
Stop complaining, I’m driving you to a lovely hom for things that breathe fire that shouldn’t normally breathe fire. Isn’t that lovely?
Mihos: Quack.
No! Don’t chew on my lab coat! This, this . . .
. . .
. . . This is the only thing I have left of Hershel.
I found it, in the wreckage of his hospital.
*takes a deep breathe*
*exhales*
That was the day I stepped out of my wheelchair, Mihos.
The day I could walk again.
And it’s all thanks to a Life-Giver, who cares enough to heal me. Just a stranger. Never knew his name, never saw his face.
But I hope he’s okay. Wherever he is. I hope he’s alive and well.
I miss Hershel, Mihos.
Mihos: Quack . . .
I do. I miss him.
But he betrayed me. He left me to die.
So why do I still miss him?
. . .
. . .
I don’t know, Mihos. I don’t. Sometimes, love makes one do the strangest things . . .
*drives off into the sunset*
(The End!)
*home
That was mean, Sir
((*applause* ANNIIIIIII OMFG))
Excellent writing, Ms. Barnosky.
Ms. Dark, so was the act of tossing a ball of snow at my person.
*huffs* Well I didn't get to talk to you yesterday! You were busy!
(*bows gracefully*
Thank you, thank you.
I'll be posting it on Superfluous Adventures as well.
I hope I caused emotional trauma.)
((Yeah a bit))
Well, I apologize, Ms. Dark.
You are here now, so what do you wish to speak about?
Well I haven't a clue now! I did yesterday, but when I meant "talk", I meant "hang out" because that's what friends do and such!
*pauses* Eat any good fish lately?
...
'hang out'?
Oh come on, you aren't that out of the loop, are you?
You do know that what is, right?
....
Maybe?
... No, Ms. Dark.
I do not.
(I must depart.
I'm glad you enjoyed my flashback/time-travel/character development/London Blitz/romance/thriller/adventure tale.)
Very well, good bye, Ms. Barnosky.
..
Oh dear lord.
*clears her throat* Well. I suppose, it's equivalent would be going for a walk in the park with friends.
It is simply spending time together with your friends. *nods*
Yeah
Hanging out.
And no, I don't know why it got that name
((Bye Anni! *cuddles*))
(Adra and Sir are making me and my little brother laugh.. Also making my face hurt... Good job.))
...
Ah.
Well, I suppose we can... 'hang out'.
Right, I won't be using that term.
We can certainly spend time together now. There is little use obsessing over the... past.
((Mission accomplished))
The past? *she gets to her feet* What do you mean?
((My face...))
Well, I am certainly glad that Ms. Dark and I could spread some humor into your lives.
Well, you just stated irritation at me not spending time with you, yesterday.
Not irritation, per se, but... Hmm... I can't seem to think of the word...
Disgruntled is too harsh. I'm not sure. Not sad either
Eh, I don't know.
But as I said, you were busy with Doctor, so *shrugs* I can understand
Erm.
*frowns ever-so-slightly*
What is there to understand, Ms. Dark?
The good Doctor and I would have been entirely happy to bring you into the conversation.
Er... No...
*shakes her head and her thoughts away*
In any case. Is there anywhere in particular you'd like to visit?
Worry not, Ms. Dark. There is no need to expend your energies, I have already visited a variety of wonders in your dimension.
I doubt seeing one more shall let me reach enlightenment.
(( omfg... i just typed my whole blog name into google images (the one i have right now) and... the only two pics that came up were one of Embers pic's and one of fab's pic's...))
Oh really?
Well good for you, I happen to know of a top-secret place that isn't part of this dimension
((Hi Snow-))
(( hi... *hugs both sir and adra* distant, but i'll be reading your RP stuff like a stalker XD ))
((Here just distant))
Greetings, Ms. Snow.
Ms. Dark, while I am interested, I do hope this place shall not endanger your person.
(( *hugs zaf too* i'll be a stalker to your RP stuff too ))
*pauses* Why ever would you think that it would be a danger?
Well.
*his mouth twitches*
Inter-dimension travel DOES tend to be dangerous. Extra-dimensional travel even more so.
Well no worries about that. This place is rather special.
*she quickly draws a portal- but this one looking completely different than her usual ones*
*she touches it and it lights up blue, a watery sheen filling the circle*
I'm assuming you'd want me to go first?
Well, considering I most likely do not know this place, it would be better for you to guide me.
((Meh I have no idea what I'm rping to be honest))
Ravel: *has Zaf in arms* He did that to you?
Yes I said this a thousand times
Ravel: Zaf you really need to get him.
No I'll not-
Ravel: Zafira you are a brilliant woman, you truly deserved to take over, but sometimes you are brain dead.
Of course
*does a graceful and unnecessary flip through the portal, rolling across the ground, popping up and smiling*
Woo hop, man. *they're standing below lots of floating mountains of rock and tall trees* *There are three suns glittering in the sky, as well as three moons, and the day is both dark, yet light*
*Adra smiles and waits for Sir*
*intently studies the portal for a few moments*
Well.
*steps through, and immediately blinks a few times*
That wasn't too difficult, now was it?
*sighs deeply*
Please do not taunt me, Ms. Dark. I understand that you know what you are doing, but my nature entails that I treat these things with caution.
Taunting? *pauses* I wasn't-
I any case, are you alright?
(( 3 suns and moons? cool. ))
I apologize, Ms. Dark. I misinterpreted the meaning of your words.
*shifts the subject*
Now, then, where are we?
(( you know, i'm beginning to love sir's character (aaf)... an inter-dimensional gentleman... ))
*does a little spin*
*smiles*
I have no idea!
No one has actually told me what it's called. I mean, I'm 400, for Christ's sakes. AND STILL.
*harrumphs*
But what I do know is that my energy resonates strongly with life here. I'm not sure if you can feel it. Most people can't. It's like a tingling im your fingers, except all over
Well, thank you, I suppose, Ms. Snow.
*looks rather aghast*
Ms. Dark! You do not merely... Stumble into planes of existence that you do not KNOW about! Especially as a... A...
*sighs, and slumps slightly*
Well, I cannot feel a single thing, in any case.
As a...?
And do not worry! I'vehad years of practice. Most people so not even understand what an Over Soul or Chakra is..
((From Les Miserables or Jekyll and Hyde what song should I do besides Confrontation and Dangerous Game)$
((Confrontation/Confrontation mashup))
((Explain....because remember I'm not the best technologically....I wouldn't be able to mix songs but I know them both by heart...I mean I could...Jekyll confrontation...music and instead of Jekyll I could do bits of Javert
Well... A..
Honestly, it does not matter.
And while I have heard of chakras, I have not heard of an... 'over soul'.
((Yeah! That could work, Zaf.))
Oh, it's a long story...
A loooooooong story.
Involving Ralph Waldo Emerson. Great lad. Transcendentalist.
But it is, however, a story for another day. *she gestures forward* Would you like to continue exploring?
Ah, well.
*looks back at the portal*
While this plane certainly is intriguing, I doubt it shall effect me the same way it does you. And I have so many errands to run...
Oh.. Right... Of course. *nods, smiles* I understand. Will you need help getting back?
*snow sits under a tree near the bar, trying to avoid people*
((Hell not working give me a legit song not mash up I don't have paitence for that))
Ah, no thank you, Ms. Dark. I need to go somewhere else, but I thank you heartily for your time.
*opens a gateway to a dilapidated street, with shuttered windows on all the buildings*
*smiles awkwardly at Ms. Dark before closing it behind him*
((I don't know! I'm awful at these! Look it up on the internet! Scream and Shout Les Mis is pretty good))
*she stands there*
God damn. I freaked him out again. *she snaps her fingers and her portal temporarily shuts*
*she walks down the beaten path towards a large lake*
*breaths out heavily* i need to get away for a bit...
(( at the moment, this is set before snow (or her reflection) got poisoned, FYI))
*criticizes herself as she walks, mumbling* *takes her shoes off by the lake, dipping her feet in*
*she then sits*
((Okay Snow!
I actually may suddenly disappear soon..))
*she focuses on her chakras, allowing herself to quickly be pulled into a meditative state, thinking*
A
*her phone rings and, with a sigh, she answers it* what?
*pause* amazons? really?
*another pause* fine. FINE! whatever... *hangs up*
(( oh you little...))
((Heh))
*tries to pick out the creepy things about her to remove*
Hmm...
*her eyes still closed* hmmm
((Man, Fabi...sounds hectic. I know the feeling.))
(( lol fab... people are confusing...))
((i ded to this song:
The Doctor's stuck in the Pandorica,
Amy might be dead and Rory's a Roman with a gun inside his hand -
Seems like things aren't going as planned
River's in the TARDIS,
The TARDIS is on fire,
She's feeling the heat,
On repeat she'll require,
Someone she can trust,
Someone with a bow tie,
But he's been locked up
And left to die.
Oh my God what will they do
Seems impossible to get through,
My mind is blown I bet yours is too,
Well I guess this is Doctor Who.
Rory's quite distressed and he starts to sob
When the Doctor appears with a mop,
"Get me out of the Pandorica."
"But you're not in the Pandorica."
"Yes I am, well, yes I was, it's complicated but I won't explain it now because... "
Then he disappeared into a hazy fuzz,
That man I can't explain why he does the things he does.
Oh my God I don't I don't have a clue
These paradoxes are hard to construe
My mind is blown I bet yours is too,
Well I guess this is Doctor Who.
It's the Big Bang Two and I need to review what on earth just
happened before my eyes.
Time has gone askew the universe has too
I'll try to explain to you the Big Bang Two,
The Big Bang Two.
The Doctor's got River's vortex manipulator,
Which he'll use to meet Rory 2000 years later
When they find Amy after her sleep in the box.
They realise the sun is really the exploding TARDIS.
Doctor saves River from the imitating star.
This woman watches back can't help but point out the obvious.
Oh my God he's wearing a fez,
Oh my God he's wearing a fez,
Oh my God he's wearing a fez,
Oh my God he's wearing a fez.
A Dalek pops up out of nowhere
Shoots the Doctor kills him quite unfair
He jumps back 12 minutes to the stairs,
He's dead,
And everyone despairs.
Little do they know the Doctor lies
He's gone stopping the universes demise.
Amy says her last goodbyes,
Doctor flies up into the skies.
The universe is back it's true
But the Doctor's said his final adieu,
Maybe he'll come back if she remembers you.
It's the Big Bang Two and I need to review What on earth just happened before my eyes.
Time has been renewed the universe has too,
But Amy still can't help but cry.
Someone's missing, the question's who.
Then she remembers -
Something old
Something new
Something borrowed,
Something blue.
And that's the Big Bang Two.
I hope it didn't confuse you. ))
Did Castle on a Cloud NOW FOR ON MY OWN
*snow's phone rings again and she answers grumpily* What now?!
*there is a laugh at the other end of the phone then a deep voice says:* i think you have me confused with someones, detective.
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