Ohhh, all those lovely Doctor Who stories, all in one place! And look what ELSE arrived in the same box...
Toys! Wonderful, wonderful TOYS!
I was indeed a happy writer.
So what else have I been up to lately? Well, I've been writing, amazingly enough. I have taken two weeks off Book Nine to focus on coming up with new stories for Armageddon-Outta-Here (haw!) which'll be out next summer.
As a sample of what the new stories will feature, we're talking the Dead Men in the Wild West, the story of how Valkyrie met Caelan, a Billy-Ray Sanguine solo adventure, and Skulduggery Pleasant and Gordon Edgley at a horror-themed masquerade ball, set 25 years ago.
Time is tight, deadlines are onrushing, but I'm having FUN, so none of it seems quite like work. And hopefully it never will.
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«Oldest ‹Older 3001 – 3200 of 4944 Newer› Newest»In our school, if we get less than 80% in your test it is a sin and you should probably go and cry -.-
So we're made to learn really hard stuff :/
Meh.
Deathhhhh! *hugs* *pokes back*
EXPLOSIVE ZAF
Thanks Adra *hugs* XD
Lots of people didn't learn the table yet so I'm kind of scared for them :/
(Hello Rose *waves*)
@Mara: You won't need to know every single element in a test, presuming yours are similar to ours . . . :)
Do you have different levels of tests? Like, higher and foundation?
#ChaseForBookNine
*explodes stuff*
Knowing the majority of them would be really useful, though. *nods*
#ChaseForBookNine
*explodes Zaf* :)
#ChaseForBookNine
*explodes Star*
Hopefully Star, haha :P
I know most of the table off by heart, anyway. Most of it I slightly know. Meh.
Annnddd I'm not sure actually. When you get into 2nd Year I'm sure there's Honours Maths... Idk. Haha.
*Adra carefully gets up, too cold to stay outside, and walks back to her lab*
*Once there, she goes to her kitchen, rolling up her sleeves- aware that the carved words on her arm are showing, and cooks some dinner*
@Mara: Ah, the Honours thing like American people. :)
@Zaf: I'm already exploded. :P I live in England, remember?
SO HAH.
*is not quite sure why that merits a 'hah', but still*
#ChaseForBookNine
((I'm gonna cheat and cut the music shorter. :-P))
((I never had to memorize the periodic table... I mean, I had to know a list of the commonly used elements and where they were, as well as where and what each group was...))
#ChaseForBook9
*feels Ravel kiss me*
Hey *kisses back*
Msd :/
We've got this really nice substitute Home Ec teacher and everyone else hates her and I DON'T KNOW WHY :P she's really nice and funny and gives us breaks between double classes. And my friends say "but she gives us so much homework!" but if she didn't give us homework we wouldn't learn as much as we needed to know for the Christmas Tests! :P
People confuse me.
((*hugs Mara if she goes*))
((awh i've got a cute harralie moment i need to do but i kind of forgot that harry and ash and kenzie got kidnapped :P))
*She stirs some vegetables into a broth, pulling her hair back, thinking quiet thoughts*
*She feels a tear slide from her eye and hastily wipes it away*
(OMG Mara lol)
@Mara: :( Characters can be annoying. :P
That's like with my French teacher. :) Well, slightly. People hate her because she gives us loads of homework, but I like her because we really learn loads.
The girl I sit next to in French says she doesn't like her, and she thought at the beginning she was nice but she isn't, although she admitted that she would get us through the exam really well. She said "Oh, I think she'll get us through it, but . . ."
It depends what you're looking for in a teacher. :)
#ChaseForBookNIne
*She has to stop cooking, feeling her throat squeeze, and her stomach tightening all the way to her heart*
*A chokes sob comes out, and she has to pinch herself really hard to stop and get back to work*
Memorised 452 words . . .
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((Adraaaaaaa. D':))
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I'm suddenly realizing how hypocritical this animation is...
Hopefully that's not what it reads as, though...
Cute Harralie moment! I like cute Harralie moments!
#ChaseForBook9
@Lantern: :( I'm sure it isn't, and if it is, that's not all bad. :) Negatives equal positives.
And - most people like cute Harralie moments! :)
I need to get roleplaying . . . :P
#ChaseForBookNine
Tempted to leave the other 860 for tomorrow . . .
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Ravel: *picks Zaf up8
(With Ez and Hunter?)
*Adra looks over her pan, the steam drifting up into her eyes*
*She has to look away from the sting, taking a long, deep, shaky breath*
@Adra: You didn't call them Ezter! :)
*remembers that it's not ME who's really pleased about this, even though I'm the only one here and I was reacting in my way*
*so I was really pleased*
*even though I wasn't*
*groans* THIS IS CONFUSING.
Um. Yes. Roleplay with them.
But -
*points to over eight hundred words to memorise*
I use the words 'conflagration' and 'solicitude' in one sentence. :) *tries to remember how to spell them*
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okay i'm going to say something i've been meaning to say for a while. this isn't directed at anyone, this is just what i've been thinking about for a while :)
so.
did you know that 87% of the female population hate themselves?
yeah.
that's a bit wrong, don't you think?
that's a lot of girls.
and did you know that 52% of them self harm?
that's a lot.
if you go on instagram, literally one of the first things you will see is depression accounts. They are everywhere. Tbh I'm fine with depression accounts. Like, I look through a few of them a lot. But there's a lot of them. And it's scary when you think about it.
Listen.
You are living.
You take up space.
Therefore,
you matter.
Honestly, who gives a fuck what you look like? If I want to make friends with someone, I don't look for a good looking person. I look for someone who has a nice personality.
I am insecure about myself, I'm going to be honest. I do look at myself in the mirror every day and hate myself. But I'm trying to change that. Some people told me I should go get help. But I don't want to. I want to try and get out of this on my own. By myself. And slowly, it's working.
Like, Blogland. When I first came on here, I had depression. I tried not to show it. And then, after a while, me trying to hide it actually kind of turned into me not having depression. At all.
And when I joined instagram, I made so many friends. Izzy is perfectionary. She's currently one of my best internet friends. And damn she's gorgeous lmao. But yeah.
And when I started secondary school, my God it was hard. I remember coming home feeling empty. I used to cry at least three times a day. I remember that weekend, I cried for two hours straight. It was because it was so hard. All my best girl friends were gone, all of the boys who I used to trust in and who I could depend on to give me good advice and just be there for me, were gone. My best friend who did come with me changed completely. She started acting better than I was and started spreading rumours about me. I started to get depressed again, and thought about suicide a lot more.
But then I found Jenny.
Her cousin was this guy in my old class. He was the person who actually got me reading Skulduggery Pleasant. (Thanks Bill, you're sound out lmao). And she knew a bit about me, and I knew a bit about her. I soon realised we were almost literally the same person. She is one of the nicest people I have ever met in my life. Like honestly. She is so sweet and kind and just caring, you know?
But yeah.
The point of this is,
No matter who you are,
No matter what you look like,
No matter what,
Someone cares about you.
They're probably caring right now and they don't even know they are.
So keep your chin up, princess. Don't let your crown fall off. And remember, stars need darkness before they can shine :)
Now I'm off to bed. Nanite x
Ezter!
#ChaseForBook9
(I get that. As much as I ship it, I feel bad about having them angry with me..)
What Ravel?
Ravel: I'm trying to get you to be cooperative!
I'm-*kisses gently*
Ravel: good i finally got you. *holds close* We have a wedding dearest.
When?
Ravel: When shall we? Christmas Day.
*smiles and kisses*
(Mara.... Thank you *hugs tightly*)
[hugs Mara]
That was beautiful.
#ChaseForBook9
Mara, what you just said is absolutely perfect <3 and you're perfect too, all of you <3
@Mara: I'm crying. *hugs* You're amazing. :) :) :)
Look, you said that everyone cares, and I'm a fairly caring person so I would probably care about you even if I didn't like you that much, but I wouldn't love you, and there are multiple reasons I love you, because awesomeness cannot be fully defined into a few words, but that speech is part of the reasons I love you. *hugs*
@Adra: They're not really angry with you. :) *hugs*
@Lantern: Yes. :P
#ChaseForBookNine
And if I DIDN'T like Mara all that much -
I would not be a bubble
because I would not be deserving of the awesomeness of that title.
@Flora: Hello! :) *hugs* You're perfect with us. :)
(Althoguh I'm the most perfect because I'm a bubble. *nods*)
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@Adra: They find you irritating, but they're not really angry at you, because there are bigger things to be angry about, like skyscrapers.
I mean, at least you're not scraping the sky.
I LIKE the sky. :(
(Um, that was mostly hunter speaking, there . . . :P)
#ChaseForBookNine
*Hunter
#ChaseFOrBookNine
BUBBLE BUBBLE BUBBLE
(Flora! *hugs*
And still, Star... I hate being irritating.)
Ravel: Zaf...?
*is kissing him*
*She pours herself some soup into a bowl, Picking up a spoon*
*She glances at the empty table around her, remembering a time when those seats would have been filled. The loneliness gnaws at her like a bloodthirsty creature*
*Pushing her bowl away, she buries her head in her arms against the table*
@Zaf: YES! :)
@Adra: They irritate each other. :P It's fine. :)
And look, they're pretty used to being shipped. They've had people shipping them for many decades, so you'd thought people would think we'd have got the message and approached the subject now, and we HAVE approached the subject multiple times, and we've come to the conclusion that we don't like like each other, and DAMN, people can be so stupid sometimes.
Hunter, stop typing with my hands.
Would you prefer me to type with your toes?
. . .
My point being, they're used to it. :P Sometimes they meet someone new, and then sooner or later the new person gives them this look, and at that people Hunter and Ez glare at them and synchronisedly say something like "We're not romantically involved, and we're not planning to be romantically involved. We've had decades of people thinking we are, so after all that time you'd have thought we'd have discussed this, and we have, and we've come to the conclusion we don't want to be romantically involved, so you can stop looking at us like that."
It doesn't translate quite smoothly from the thought-speak of my head to words. I might have to tweak the words a bit.
But my point is, they're used to it. It doesn't bother them as much as it used to. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
(I'm terrified to see how they we're when they used to be bothered)
It's odd. You think you think in words, but when you're thinking of a story, so much more of it is visual than you realise, even when you're hearing people think about the visuals, and often you don't actually think the words, you just often think the intent and have a few words floating along with it, and it all makes perfect sense because the intent is there, but when you're writing, you have to fiddle with the words to make them show the intent . . . and in your head, you can just blur past so many details ("Details blurry, lost them too early
Welcome to the family
Not long ago, you found the answers were so crystal clear . . ."), but when you're writing, you have to grab them and straighten them and make them all make sense . . . you have to actually construct the scene around you, rather than just wishing it into place.
Yeah . . .
#ChaseForBookNine
*Adra pushes away from the table to go outside, grabbing her cloak. The snow crunches underneath her feet*
*She kneels by the two stones in the ground, pulling her good up over herself*
((... Whoa))
@Adra: Well, you see, they act so much . . . like, everything they do, they don't mean it, even when they do. And you can't really put it into this-is-acting this-is-real very well, because it's all tied together.
Like, all the white holds on the rockclimbing walls go grey with dirt, and all the black holds on rockclimbing walls go white with chalk, so when you're climbing a wall with both of thme telling them apart if a nightmare ("Now your nightmare comes to life . . .")
So they act more bothered than they are, now, sometimes (here, at least), but before they were often pretending not to be bothered . . . although often they weren't. Idk.
Obviously, also, the longer they knew each other, the more shippable they became.
And if they're at work, they can just threaten people, and when they were places with people that wasn't work, they were constantly acting anyway . . . although they're more themselves when they're not at work, beacsue they act there too.
It's like, at work they act to hide themselves, and then not at work they act to hide the self they are at work.
And they're both parts of them.
. . .
I think I invented characters who act so much because I'm really honest with who I am, although you never really know who you are, and you change depending on the situation and stuffs, and that;s always fascinated me, so . . . :P
#ChaseForBookNine
*grey
The white is grey and the black is grey.
It's so irritating. D:
#ChaseForBookNine
(I think they're just lovely okay okay I will make sure they are together forevereeeeeeereeeerrrrrrrr even if they aren't a couple.)
(:P I don't think Trip's coming back...)
(That's so true)
Yes.
So when they were at work, they mostly just threatened people, and when they weren't, they were often pretending to be different people so that was okay, or trying not to attract attention.
Although, they probably did get very bothered.
That's very interesting to think about, actually.
You know, I need to go to sleep like NOW, so I think I'll think of that when I'm trying to go to sleep. :)
Fours!
#ChaseForBookNine
*hugs Adra* Thank you. :)
They'd really appreciate that, actually. :P
*NOW leaves*
*sorry, but it's eleven at night on a Sunday and I need to hopefully wake up early and memorise English*
#ChaseForBookNine
(Oh... Goodbye, Star. Sleep well.)
*Slowly, Adra lifts her head from where it had been bowed, and she traces the words on her arm, her cheeks stained with tears* *She turns back for her lab*
Sorry I disappeared! Was getting ready for bed :)
(Hello, Flora! But isn't it a school night?
Hello!
I'm back from uni! So it doesn't matter for me!
(Oh well look at you fancy schmancy person :P
What are you studying?)
American Studies :)
(That's right! Oh I apologize, you have said that to me before, yeah? Sorry, my mind is cramming a year's worth of information into my head right now... :P)
No worries! :)
Erm, I'm not entirely sure if I've told you before! :P
Wait, is it you that lives in Baltimore? Or someone else?
*Adra comes in and walks straight for the kitchen, to fetch herself another bottle of vodka*
*Priya blocks her way*
*She frowns* Priya, get out of my way. *moves to go around the girl*
*Priya glares at her* "Adra, one night is enough. You're smarter than this, and you of all people know that alcohol is a depressant and will only make you feel worse!"
*Adra shakes her head* Not the stuff I'm getting. It isn't a depression, it's morphine for the mind.
*Priya blocks her second attempt to go around her.*
Priya...
*The other girl pushes Adra back so she's sitting on the couch* *She signs to her* "Adra, you have to let me take care of you, not supplements."
*Adra crosses her arms*
*Priya kneels down next to her* "Adra, when I first came to after you saved me from the front lines of the war, you stayed with me for months, making sure that I was okay. Since then, all I have seen you do is take care of people. That's what you do.... I know it's hard that you don't get a lot back, but please... Once in a while, you have to be taken care of, too."
*Adra sits there quietly*
(No, that was Jubi. :P)
O.O I just had my mom give dating advice
Ahhhh, okay :P
Well, anyway, it doesn't if I've told you before or not: I've told you now! :)
ANYWAY, I'm actually going to go to bed know - getting tired :(
Might be on tomorrow! See you then!
*bows and exits*
(Bye Flora! Sleep well *waves*)
*Slowly, Adra nods at what Priya's saying, and her friend nods firmly, before disappearing into her room, the door shutting behind her*
*Adra slowly rises to her feet to collect her dinner, but finds her meal to be cold, and she wraps it up to eat for another time*
*sighs* I need a dress
*Adra wakes up on the floor*
*She looks around, confused*
*walks around my room looking for a dress* What are the odds of Adra willing to help me find a dress?
*She gets up, more and more confused*
*Her stomach growls, and she nods* Low... Blood sugar... *She dives into her cabinet and begins to go at her food*
*Gnawing at the food, she feels a little better*
*She glances out the window*
*She retreats again, wiping her eyes, doing her best to hide her puffy and red eyes*
*She pulls a cashmere sweater on to cover her arm*
(Adra. Help. Guy I like had my number. He gave me his just now. What. Do I. Do!!!!!
(Er... Don't talk to me and continue talking to him?)
*Adra sits down with a pad and paper, drinking some tea*
(I'm here holy shit wbd
(O...kay...
.... *continues to haunt England*)
(Sorry Adra. I realy like him and my Mom says he likesme
*texts Adra* So Ravel is taking me out, i own not one dress. Help
(Of course...)
*Adra looks at her phone, and grips it tightly, feeling her heart tighten*
*She carefully texts back* "When is it?"
*replies* Tomorrow night. He just told me today.
*She rubs her forehead* "Then go shopping tomorrow. It's late."
*sighs ad replies* Yeah I guess if I can get out of work early I'll go.
Good luck, then.
*sighs and feels Ravel grab me*
(Okay mini rant: Fucking brother is an idiot!!! He fell and hit his head on the pool and he wont get it looked at his fiance sent us a pic and it even looks really bad.
(well, yeah. He might have a concussion.)
*She stands up, not wishing to be alone any farther. She walks up to the bar, and sits back down on the steps*
[Sighs and sits on a rock]
#ChaseForBook9
(He text me anf I swear he does
Ravel: Zaffy *smiles*
Hey *is shaking*
Ravel: *puts her coat on her* Lets go walk *they walk past the bar* Hey Adra
Good morning, afternoon, or evening, Blogland.
Hello...
(Too many lolly cars... *Laughs* I want more... If I have more, I won't feel sick... *Goes out to get more lolly cars*))
(I'm not sure what that is..)
Hello Sir, Adra, Zaf, Deathy.
#ChaseForBook9
(ROSE SIR FABI)
Hey Adra... Aren't you cold?
Greetings, Ms. Fabienne, Rose, Kerias, and Dark.
Ms. Rose, I am not entirety certain that is how things... Work.
*Pauses for a moment, thinking about an answer* No.
I LOVE LOLLIES!!! And Ovaltine!!
AND SUGAR!!!
Ravel: Looking for Trip?
*smirks*
(And my tongue is really cold... Hmm... That probably ain't good...))
(Rose....*tackles* lets not go on a sugar rush Aussie
...Is something funny?
(Too late, Zafles... *Hugs lollies* Nom nom nom...))
No. Nothing.
Ravel: ignore her Adra. I basically woke her up
(What I would oay to hear you going crazy right now...)
Okay then... *She goes back to fumbling with the edge of her sleeve*
(LOVE YOU!!! *Starts laughing*))
Something is wrong. *sits next to* whats up?
(Rose baby you need to breathe
((I think maybe I should be leaving now........))
#ChaseForBook9
(I CANT!!! AND ITS FUNNY THAT I CANT AO I LAUGH EVEN HARDER!!! XD))
(I never really understood sugar rushes.... I always just get headaches :P)
Nothing, Zaf.
(Okay, Fabi *hugs tightly*)
... If you believe it prudent, Ms. Fabienne.
(Omg Rose you and I should Skype
Really? It doesn't seem it
*Curtly* Please stop asking.
*She gets up, taking a swig of her tea- which she had snuck a bit of vodka in earlier- and goes to her swing, sitting down*
Whatever. I'm trying to help *gets up*
*She half shrugs, and finishes the rest of her tea*
*takes Ravel's hand sitting near the swing*
*She glances at them, then hastily looks away, trying to swing*
Ravel: *uses air to give Adra's swing a push* There you go *lets Zaf lay her head aainst srlf* Hey...
*She looks confused that she's swinging*
*In a few moments, she comes back down to a standstill, and looks up at the sky*
*closes eyes falling asleep*
Ravel: Hey Adra...are you like everyone else and dont trust me?
Vengeous: *steps into the clearing center of Blogland* So where can they be?
No, Ravel...
*She folds her hands in her lap, pulling her sleeves lower over her arms*
*She looks at the snow*
(I apologize for the short delay- I had to check on my dinner)
Ravel: someone is here.
Aro: *jumps down from a tree* Vengeous....he's here...
Vengeous: *tracks the Sense-Warden* Well....I found two and a half
...
Was that a joke.
I'm not short.
Vengeous: Well I consider you a half. Pity.
Ravel: Can you go? I'm spending time with Zafira
*She sighs*
*She gets up and walks for her lab instead*
Vengeous: *turns on Ravel*
Aro: Baron....it's Zafira's reflection
Vengeous: if you're lying
Aro: I'm not
Vengeous: *leaves*
*She gets to her staircase, taking slow, deep breaths for a few minutes*
*She goes in, doing her best to channel her pain*
Ravel: she's asleep
Aro: keep her asleep
Ravel: .*takes genty to her room
*She walks in a circle, before shouting and swinging as hard as she can at a wall*
oh jesus mary and joseph
*She bites her lip, leaning her forehead against the wall*
Ah... It is a clear Sunday evening, I have the entire world at my fingertips... Tonight, the possibilities are endless.
*a few hours later he is watching a new layer of paint dry in IKEA*
Ravel: *sits down and pets Smokey* Hey kitty.....
*walks in* Hi
I resonate with that on a spiritual level, Sir...
*She goes out into the snow, to stick her hand in the cold, to numb it*
Guuuys you don't understaaaaand. I ship Remquesse (Remnant Tan and Darquesse spool bad,I Otp it. Okaaay?) Just spreading my ship out these
Ànd ëllœ my people
Ravel: awake? Amazing.
Hey *kisses*
Ravel: *kisses back* in a loving mood eh?
So you say
(Hello Nev)
*She closes her eyes at the snow, hissing slightly*
*suddenly blinks, realizing that he has no idea of how much time has passed*
*goes to check his pocket watch, but it isn't there*
...
IKEA cultists? HONESTLY?
*Laughs slightly at Sir* They rise
Ravel: so you say my love....*takes and sits her down*
Hey!
Ravel: how do you feel?
Sick
*She sits, her hand already turning red from the cold*
Ah....
Ravel: you always feel sick
I am....I truly am'
Ravel: *pulls closer* Well I got you
*ducks behind a nearby washing machine, as he hears someone approach*
*it is a man, yet not a man*
*his eyes are vacant, unblinking, constantly staring forward*
*he shuffles in a bizarre, inhuman fashion, one leg dragging behind him*
*his coarse hair is unbrushed, and in fact, he looks (and smells) as if he has not washed in weeks*
*yet, worst of all is that he is wearing a purple shirt under orange overalls, and a tie*
*his name tag reads 'Hi, my name is Uuuuuugh'*
Ah, I stand corrected. IKEA /zombies/.
Though I suppose there are a few cultists raising them up.
...
I wonder what having respectable foes is like.
*She looks around for Sir*
(Oh my gods I'm sobbing Sir)
And I'm glad
Ravel: i love you.
Love you too
Ravel: this...date tomorrow, I'll get you from work?
Oh gods....
Ravel: I'm allowed there?
I never said act against you
a
Si
I dedicate this page to not dying of boredom. Oh and to Rose that she is enjoying her sugar rush, ah the Aussies. Love 'em. Also to the lunatics here.
*She takes her hand out, and cautiously wraps her knuckles up* *She gets shakily to her feet*
Well, I suppose I should save the neighborhood and burn down this blasted establishment.
*blinks*
Wait, from what? It is hardly like these lobotomized individuals could survive long in a location without at least 2 pieces of houseware in a surrounding cubic meter.
*walks out of the store's fire exit, whistling merrily as the alarms go off*
(*raises the glass* Hear hear)
*Adra hears alarms in the distance*
*She carefully walks towards it*
(*Giggles and raises her bowl of lollies* Here here!))
*jumps* Alarms!
Ravel: outside now cam down Zaf *hugs closely until both fall asleep*
(Zaffy sleep
(Heya Aussie
(okay, Zaf. Nighty night. Sleep well. *waves*)
*She holds her hand closely to the side*
An excellent dedication, Ms. Kerias.
*sees Ms. Dark, and gives her a short nod in greeting*
You hardly wish to go that way, Ms. Dark, it is just an IKEA. Most likely with the dullest cultists you shall ever meet, but still.
(Rose before i sleep i gotta say we need to finish our MC chapter
(Zaffy sleep now
*She looks confused* I... I'm not sure I want to know.
It wouldn't affect any aspect of your life if you did, anyhow.
In any case, how are you, Ms. Dark?
I... I'm fine, thanks... How are you? You appear to be particularly... Jovial today. If that's even the correct word.
You used the word correctly, have no fear, Ms. Dark.
In any case, I just nearly avoided indoctrination into a mind-numbingly dull cult, so I believe I have some reason to act as such.
Well... Yes, I should expect so. Rule number one is- never join a cult without blood initiation.
Quite, Ms. Dark.
*She clears her throat*
I-
*Pauses*
*laughs* Nevermind. Care for some tea?
...
It hasn't any vodka in it
...
Well, that was a bit of a non-sequitur.
In any case, no thank you.
*She shrugs, pulling out a thermos, and drinking from it*
So- any advancements in your search for people found in the snow?
(*Evil laugh*
http://www.quizyourfriends.com/take-quiz.php?id=1312152154044829&a=1&
))
(...I'm afraid of clicking that link)
Thankfully, I have found no one yet, Ms. Dark.
That is good to hear... *She feels her hand give a slight throb, and she winces, looking at it*
I apologize that our conversation has been brief... But I appear to have to go back to my lab to tend to my injuries, and... Well, it's quiet boring, so I might have to leave you for a bit
...
Injuries? Oh, for stars' sake, Ms. Dark. Well, I wish you a speedy recovery.
*She smiles* Thank you, Sir, much obliged. Goodnight, I suppose... And rest well, when you do..
*She gives a slight curtsy before going into her lab, and to her bag, sitting with it and getting to work, acutely aware of the hole in the wall.*
Indeed.
Hrm, what to do...
*stops himself from looking back at the IKEA*
*She hums for a bit as she sets the knuckles of her hand, wincing every so often as she accidentally hits the break*
*She eventually gets it set in the correct place, and wrapped up*
*She retreats off to her quarters, skipping the change of clothes and going right to bed, where she will lie, awake, for many hours to come*
*Priya, from the balcony of the lab, aims a snowball gun at Sir, before firing multiple times before retreating back inside, laughing*
*Priya draws up a rather good picture of Sir as a snowman, folds it up, and sticks it into a snowball, before firing that at him as well*
*frowns as multiple snow balls pepper the ground around him*
*turns*
*and is treated to a snow ball directly to the face*
...
*Priya covers her mouth, realizing that she got a headshot*
*She hits the deck, doing her best to not laugh*
*sighs, and brushes the snow ball off of his face*
*She figures that the paper got lost somewhere in the snow, and sighs*
...
Harrumph, frightfully rude.
*She nods in agreement, aware that he most likely can not see her* *she lays perfectly still, save her wiggling toes*
*rubs the bridge of his nose, and sighs again*
*Suddenly terrified, Priya wiggles back towards the door*
*carefully surveys the area*
*Quietly, she opens the door, and it makes the loudest humanly god-awful door squeak*
*She goes the rest of the way in and dives underneath a mattress*
...
Hrm.
*walks away*
(Actually, I do apologize, I really must go get my rest now. I hate to leave you, but... Yeah. :/
And if you so wish to happen upon the paper, I forgot to mention that the words "ha ha" were written underneath the picture of the Snowman-Sir.
So yes.. Goodnight! *hugs*)
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