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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*She gets hit*
BOI
*She runs at him, ducking under his arm and throwing her body weight at him, to knock him into the snow*
Ooh, purple, thanks. *puts it on* Thanks again.
#ChaseForBook9
*grins and laughs a bit because Tadra, then backs away and begins to discreetly make a pile of snowballs*
#ChaseForBook9
Olivia: *giggles and throws snowballs at Ari* KA-BOOM
Anytime, Trip.
Yes, you could say that, but we're not linked anymore. I tried- *abruptly cuts self off* *sighs* Well, you know how stubborn he is. Anyway, it's good to see you. How've you been?
#ChaseForBook9
*flicks a handkerchief and disappears. A moment later he land on Adra's back*
#ChaseForBook9
((Ah, I have to leave for dinner now. See you all!!))
#ChaseForBook9
*Adra screams, hitting the ground*
TRIP
TRIP
*She flips over and does her best to stuff snow into his face*
(Bye Ari! *hugs*)
*Lorcan starts walking towards the lake again. He can't seem to stay away from there. He had just been to see how Chase was. He was silent. He had put Em's body in a crypt behind their house. Lorcan couldn't bear the thought of going around to it, not with the guilt slowly killing him. He starts to cry. Again*
(Bai Ari...)
Damn it I hope she comes back...
[Appears in Blogland, frowning at an encrypted text message she received]
#ChaseForBook9
((Thanks Ari [hugs] Bye))
#ChaseForBook9
Alexis: *sits on tree branch*
[Sees the Tadra snowball fight and laughs]
[Puts phone away]
[Sits on a rock and watches]
#ChaseForBook9
(Back). Arg! *smashes snowball into the side of Adra's head*
#ChaseForBook9
*watches Tadra*
(Hello!)
You think you're funny
HUH
DO YOU
DO YOU THINK YOU'RE FUNNY
...
You're hilarious. *She flips them over into a snow drift and jumps away onto stable ground*
yeah I'm gonna go...
*acts like a tortoise stuck on it's back*
Help me! I'm stuck!
#ChaseForBook9
(What? Why, biggums?
Okay it doesnt have the same affect/effect/ I give up trying to know the difference)
(Plz nu Em. You just got here, and we haven't spoken in ages.)
#ChaseForBook9
*She laughs at him, then puts the second ball of snowman on the snowman, then reaches to put the head on top*
*She finds that, like Priya, she is too short*
*Shiftily glances at Trip*
((hugs Em))
#ChaseForBook9
But you two are having your little Tadra moment and you haven't had that for ages and I don't want to interrupt that.
(You don't have to goooo Em!)
I haven't had much for ages, like anything with you! I haven't rped with you in ages. We'll always have Tadra moments, they happen all the time. In fact interruption tends to be the only way they end anyway. Also, Trip doesn't even know Em is dead yet.
#ChaseForBook9
(I have Alexis...
(*points up*)
*Shrugs, and tries jumping to put the head of the snowman on top*
Well then the mopey head of Lorcan is your only way to find out where you are lol
*Lorcan sits at the lakeside and puts his head in his hands and cries again. He was getting tired of crying but he couldn't stop himself either*
*laughs and gets up* Need some help?
#ChaseForBook9
Alexis: *goes to Lorcan* Lorcan! (Hey Lexi knows!
...Yes
*Lorcan looks up at Lexi*
Lorcan: I can't do this Lexi, I can't be around here, pretending that I did nothing wrong. It's killing me...
(Lorxis :'D)
*tries to stop himself grinning, fails*
So you can save the world, but you can't put a head on a snowman. *laughs, taking the head and firmly planting it on*
Okay, watch this. *uses energy to cut a bit of his hair off, crushes it up to get the pigment out, mixes it with some snow and paints a smiles face on the snowman*
#ChaseForBook9
Alexis: Lorcan....and you know what? It's rather frustrating. Yes you did it. But it doesn't give you the right to mope I get you regret it but...Lorcan....if you live your days moping it won't help. Do something!
You're a show off, you prat. *she pushes him jokingly* I am dignified with my height.
Which isn't to say that I find it extraordinarily weird that you just made paint out of your hair.
*Lorcan stands, his shoulders tight and his fists balled up*
Lorcan: You want me to do something?! How about I go and tell my dad what I did, how about I just let him kill me. Is that the kind of something you want me to do Alexis!!!
Really? I think it's cool. I did some calculations, and if you cut all my hair off, you could paint An area of roughly 8 meters squared.
#ChaseForBook9
Alexis: That's not what I meant at all! I mean....oh never mind! You know we could bring you back if he killed you and if you don't have to hold it in you. How do we know he will kill you? Just...never mind. Continue moping.
...
Oh my gods. How about not... *She reaches up, running a hand through his hair* Strangely enough, I quite like it, so let's not.
I like yours too. It's, really beautiful Adra.
#ChaseForBook9
*She smiles at him, then takes her scarf off, putting it around the Snowman*
All done. Wanna go ice skating?
#ChaseForBook9
Er... Alright..?
You don't seem convinced.
#ChaseForBook9
Convinced of what?
Right guys, half an hour and I gots to go to bed. Just so you know...
*Lorcan sits back down but his anger doesn't falter*
Lorcan: You just don't understand what is happening inside me right now Lexi...
About going ice skating.
#ChaseForBook9
Alexis: No I don't. But I hate sitting here seeing you so....upset!
(Okay Em... :/ *cuddles*)
I was just surprised, that's all. *She takes his hand* But I would love to.
Awesome. *starts to walk down to the lake*
#ChaseForBook9
(Same here. Probably.)
#ChaseForBook9
*She follows after, humming*
(Adra Em we are all having a Skype call of Christmas okay? NJ we'll drag out from the North. It is happening.)
Lorcan: Well how do you expect me to be Lexi, I killed my mother with my bare hands. I'm a monster...
I'm very lucky, to've met you, y'know. You really changed me for the better.
#ChaseForBook9
*She wraps her arms around his shoulders, and leans forward to kiss him* And it has been my pleasure to know you.
*kisses*
Really?
#ChaseForBook9
Alexis: Oh. My advice is talk to Niccolò....he can relate. But Lorcan...I just really want to be with you...I mean ee have the Christmas Eve Ball....
Of course, silly. I don't think you realize how much I need you in my life.
(Good. And Em, I will make sure to drag you by your Dublin arse on if I got to...maybe if we threaten China's life NJ'll come on)
((SHIP SHIP SHIP))
#ChaseForBook9
*smiles, takes her hand and keeps walking*
#ChaseForBook9
*She goes back to humming, pulling her sleeve over her arm again*
I'm sorry guys, I just can't wait until yous arrive. I have to go.
Glad you got your Tadra moment.
Maybe another time.
(:/ sleep tight, Em *hug*)
We were just about to arrive..
Bye Em. See you soon, okay?
#ChaseForBook9
*She picks a little flower off the side of the road, then weaves it into her hair with expert skill*
*With a second thought, she begins to make a crown out of mistletoe*
*arrives at the lake* We are now at the lake. This Trip terminates here.
#ChaseForBook9
Er.... Yes?
*She carefully sits down on a wooden bench*
(*almost dies laughing*
What the hell
*snergy skates form under their shoes* Let's skate!
#ChaseForBook9
*She ties her shoes on, and skates after him, nearly falling* WAIT FOR ME
(Trip do you have KFC in England? Or Taco Bell?)
(omg)
I can't! I'm no good at this remember? *is skating rather quickly in a very large circle*
#ChaseForBook9
*She cuts across the lake to catch up to him, grabbing his arm and doing her best to slow him down*
(Everywhere has KFC. EVERYWHERE. No Taco Bell though. They aren't that big here really. People'll have a taco every once in a while, if at all.
#ChaseForBook9
(Kentucky Fried Chicken... In England. Ya. Makes sense.)
Thanks. *skates at Adra's pace, calming down a little*
#ChaseForBook9
(Becky was Tweeting about it and I'm like....what da hell
(People like fried chicken! Especially cheap fried chicken.)
#ChaseForBook9
*slowly trudges through the snow*
*she looks dreadful*
*like a tramp*
*or a junkie*
. . .
Khasiis: Six days, six days, six days to die.
*slowly trudges through the snow*
*reaches into her pocket*
*and pulls out a glistening orange echo-stone*
*reaches into her other pocket*
*and pulls out an electric blue one*
(Hullo, all!)
(Cheap usually means unhealthy, though. At least, in the fast food industry.)
*She giggles at him* And you laughed at my height.
(Hello, Anni!)
(Herrow! It's good to read you!)
#ChaseForBook9
(Indeed.)
Be thankful I don't do it more. The amount of a verbal hammering I could give you would be unreal.
#ChaseForBook9
*orange light blossoms from the orange echo-stone*
*shifting*
*twisting*
*and consolidating into a short gentleman with orange hair*
Doctor Tarot: Oh hon . . .
I . . . I'm falling apart.
I may be going mad . . . I'm not sure.
Is this what going mad feels like?
Tarot: *looks like he desperately wants to hug her*
Death, death . . . it isn't so bad.
*spreads arms*
Look at me!
Please, Uncle, just . . . just stay with me. Until the end.
(Hi Anni)
*She glares at him* Don't.
(Hullo Trip, Adra, and Zafira!)
Tarot: You . . . you believe me, then? You remember?
No. I remember nothing. But . . .
*tears well up in her eyes*
I . . . I want . . .
Tarot: *looks despondent*
I want . . . I want so desperately to be loved . . . and you . . . you're the only person . . . whose love . . . has always been there . . . for me . . .
*hiccuping now*
I'm s-so sorry . . .
Tarot: Oh, sweetheart, of course I love you. I've never done anything but love you. I've loved you all my death.
You . . . have always been such a good uncle to me.
Tarot: That's why I made the echo-stone, you know.
I wish I could hug you.
Tarot: The feeling is mutual, sweetheart.
. . .
*draws herself up to her full height*
Talking of echo-stones . . .
Very well your highness. Oh, pardon me, your lowness.
#ChaseForBook9
*Adra hits an icy patch, and goes sprawling*
*Her right arm skids across the ice, getting an ice burn over her scars*
*She hisses, pulling her sleeve waaaaaaaaaaaaay down*
*She trips him as well*
(:'|)
#ChaseForBook9
*holds up the blue one*
I think . . . I think I may make one. An echo-stone, I mean.
Tarot: *looks at the stone*
But . . . but for who?
For . . . for anyone. Anyone who'll miss me, somehow. They could have an echo-stone. An Echo-Precocious.
Tarot: *winces when he hears his brother's name*
*then relaxes*
You do what you want, sweetheart. It's your choice to make.
*looks at her lovingly*
. . . I don't know if I've told you this, but I'm so, so, SO proud of you.
You . . . you are?
Tarot: You've . . . you . . .
*stops*
. . . Never mind.
*holds out a hand to take hers*
*it passes straight through*
*but they hold their hands like that, as if they were touching*
I'm just so proud.
Thank you, Uncle Doctor.
*She mumbles into the ice* You little shit
*does a comidically large flailing fall and smashes back on the floor* Garh!
#ChaseForBook9
(ANNI)
Hush dear. There're emotions afoot.
#ChaseForBook9
*She takes a deep, deep breath*
I'M NOT SMALL YOU PRAT. I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE.
Wha..
Are you going to leave me?
Tarot: *shakes his head*
I was their at your birth, and I will be there at your death. It is my lot in life. Or death, rather.
*smiles*
Thank you, Uncle.
Tarot: *smiles*
Can I buy you ice cream?
What?
Tarot: Or take you to the circus? Or the zoo? I don't know. I don't know where you want to go. I never got to play with you as a child.
*laughs*
Well, I don't know of any zoos in the area . . . but how about this:
Would you like to go skate? On the frozen pond?
Tarot: *looks down*
*ashamed*
I can't skate . . . I'm an echo . . .
Well, it should be easy, then!
Tarot: *laughs*
*laughs*
Both: *run off toward the frozen pond*
Khasiis: *whispers in Precocious's head*
Six days, six days, six days till death.
Please, I need to comcentrate.
#ChaseForBook9
...
My word, Ms. Dark. Using italics AND bolding? You certainly know how to ask for someone's attention.
*appears beside Precicous* Miss Precocious, my sincerest apologies for the intrusion, however I cannot help but to have overheard tell that you have experienced some difficulty with your name. Am I mistaken?
#ChaseForBook9
I certainly know how to yell at someone, Sir.
*She crosses her arms and glares at Trip*
The emotions... They change, they're getting closer...
#ChaseForBook9
AUGH!
*falls through a snowdrift*
Tarot: AUGH!
*a snowdrift falls through him*
N-N-Niccolo, I didn't see you there!
*furiously brushes off her disheveled self*
Don't do that!
*She looks at him curiously now, pulling her gauze from her bag, and working on wrapping her arm up while he seems to be concentrating*
*She glares at the leftover scars of the word of hatred carved into her skin*
*She eventually gets it wrapped up*
*looks ahead*
*and sees the frozen pond*
*she smiles shakily*
L-look! Adra and Trip!
Tarot: Adra?
*looks up*
I'm eager to meet this "Adra" you've spoken of.
Niccolo.... Yes... It must be him... The change, a mask, hiding a greater thing.... Dread, aye... The dread, it draws near........ NEAR.....
#ChaseForBook9
(Oh I need yo Croatoan! Well when you're free
*hurriedly tucks the blue echo-stone into her pocket*
*whispers* Don't tell them.
Tarot: *looks at her sadly*
Sweetheart . . .
Uncle.
Please.
Tarot: *bows his head*
. . . alright.
*She hears her name and glances over and sees Anni, along with Niccolo*
Er...
*She looks disapprovingly at Nic, then smiles to Anni*
*sits up, eyes glossed over* Annika, and an echo. Annika has a problem, and Nic is here. *smiles*
Nic is here...
#ChaseForBook9
*She looks strangely at Trip*
What?
*smiles shakily*
Hullo, Adra . . .
Tarot: *drifts forward*
*bows in a courtly 18th century style*
If it is quite agreeable with you,
I was hoping to play on the ice with my niece.
What?
#ChaseForBook9
*stares at Anni* what....?
*Adra curtsies to him* Oh course, sir. Although you'll have to excuse my boyfriend, he, er... I'm not even sure at this point.
Yeah. *hugs Anni*
Oh, um hello Annika, and, her... Uncle.
Annika, what's wrong?
#ChaseForBook9
*nods to Zafira*
Hullo, Zafir-
Tarot: *drifts over to the lake*
*whips back to Tarot*
Not so fast!
Tarot: Oh, come on!
*drifts across the ice*
*pretending to do complicated ice-skating maneuvers*
It's fun.
*smiles wistfully*
You can be such a child sometimes.
Tarot: That's no way for a little girl to talk to her uncle. I'm 150 years older than you, young lady.
Yes, yes, of course.
*steps onto the ice*
*jumps a bit, as if frightened by their falls* *glances about for a few seconds, reassures self that no one is being attacked, and mutters quietly to self for several moments* *seems to remember why he appeared there*
Ah, of course, my apologies. I'm afraid I've been slightly out of sorts as of late. However, I had to know whether what I have heard about your name is, in fact, correct.
*stares at nothing for some time* H-have I done something, Trip?
#ChaseForBook9
*gives Trip a look*
Everything is quite alright, Trip.
Khasiis: *in her head*
*sing-song voice*
Liar liar pants on fire!
Everything is quite well.
Tarot: . . .
*She frowns, making her own observations*
*To herself* This'll end well..
*looks at Nic* Hey. You're here. *grins* And sane.
Aro: That shall be my cue to hide
Quite the opposite Niccolo! Where've you been? *gets up and bear hugs him* It's been months!
#ChaseForBook9
It is no trouble that I did not bring upon myself, Niccolo.
*slips on the ice*
*skids around*
Oh, oh, OH!
Tarot: *holds out arms to catch her*
*falls through him*
Damn!
Tarot: *blushes*
I'm sorry . . .
Fat lot of good YOU were!
Tarot: I said I was sorry!
You can't lie about your emotions to one who sees them. You dread something. Something great. It is consuming you, and you conceal it with a thin layer of nostalgia, joy, entertainment. But you are not okay. Something is going on...
Oh, what's this? Denial?
How interesting Annika...
#ChaseForBook9
And I thank the gods that he doesn't do that to me...
*snaps* Back off, Trip!
*immediately looks guilty*
I'm . . . I'm so sorry, Trip.
*tries to push herself up off the ice*
Ugh . . .
*sways*
*bows her head*
*and retches blood onto the ice*
Tarot: *stands in front of her*
*blocking her from sight*
*hands behind his back*
*and whistling an aimless tune*
*coughs up more blood*
*swallows the rest back down*
No . . .
(I have just been informed we have a 2hrs delay tomorrow. I love when they do that the night BEFORE. It makes me happy I can be up til 10pm because i get up at 8 for the delay. Hahaa i love life
(*applauds Zafira*
Being a homeschooler, I don't know what that feels like. But I bet it feels lovely.)
I cannot target this Adra, I see everything you feel too. *grins*
#ChaseForBook9
*twitches slightly when Khasiis speaks to Precocious* *is still staring straight ahead* I can see names, Miss Precocious. Yours as well as everyone else's.
*is hugged by Trip* Oh, I've been... To Hell and back, literally, and- *voice wavers slightly* and then... Some... I am unsure whether or not I really ought to explain...
#ChaseForBook9
*watches from a suitably safe distance*
This shall only end one of two ways, and either one shall most likely be quite entertaining.
*She winces* You can?
...
Well then I feel sorry for you.
*She frowns again at Niccolo, confused*
*laughs suddenly*
Can you see her, Niccolo? Can you see her skipping in the darkness, singing, laughing, taunting, sneering, la la la la la?
*laughs*
Sh-she's somewhere. Not here! D-d-d-damn that Precocious, damn him to Hell!
Tarot: *warning in his voice*
Sweetheart . . !
*offers hand to Anni through Tarot* Prehaps, you should whisper it to me? No offense, Mr. Uncle, but telling someone... Not dead, might help.
#ChaseForBook9
Wait Nic you can see names? But what about mine if Justaria and I are the same....what do you see?
(Anni the feeling is this: I now can get 2hrs extra of sleep and not be awake before sunrise)
D-d-don't "sweetheart" me!
*wrapped her arms around her knees*
Six day ago, I was happy and healthy, and now I've got six days left, don't you see? Half my life over, half my life still to come!
*pounds the ice*
Come, Death, what's taking you so long!
Tarot: *kneels beside her*
*insubstantial hand on her shoulder*
*buried face in her hands*
C-c-can't think-
C-c-can't sleep-
C-c-can barely breath-
*trembling all over*
Kh-kh-kh-kh-
(I dedicate this page to all my Blogland friends...yes Nic I include you. And...to John Smith. And uh...the hope to take him to the Christmas Eve Ball.
Yes, I am perfectly capable of s-seeing... Names... And I can s-steal them, and hear heartbeats... And... *trails off*
#ChaseForBook9
Your emotions are... Interesting Adra, I'll give you that.
#ChaseForBook9
*She walks to Niccolo, looking him in the eye*
*quietly* What happened?
*She looks back to Trip* The best kind.
Tarot: Sweetheart, it's okay. Everything it going to be okay.
N-n-no!
*grabs his echo-stone and holds it threateningly*
Your d-d-damnable brother! Hassle Precocious! Th-that man broke me, split me apart, and now I'm only half a person!
*laughs wildly*
One part Doctor Precocious, one part Khasiis! Trapped in the body of the little girl you said you loved, Uncle! Skipping through the darkness, skipping through my mind, taunting, tearing, ripping, hurting, replaying memory after memory and God almighty make it ST-ST-STOP!
Tarot: *looks like he's ready to cry*
*is physically straining to not be pushed back by Anni*
#ChaseForBook9
*sighs* Haven't you heard? He won't make the link to Ari and I can bet the names are giving him problems. I bet Alastair is. Little bastard.
*clutching her head*
*hyperventilating*
When I'm dead . . . when I'm dead . . . will it stop?
Will she go away?
Answer me, Uncle! Answer me!
Tarot: *wildly* Yes, yes, it will go away!
*looks dizzy*
What about my echo . . . would the voices be with her too . . ?
What-
God-
I-
Oscar-
Uncle-
Uncle!
Tarot: *puts his arms around her*
*neither of them can feel it*
It's okay.
It's okay.
Please calm down.
*slowly*
*breathing heavily*
*calms herself*
*Is straining to get words out* In... deed Adra. Interesting, is, best.
#ChaseForBook9
*continues to stare into the distance for a few seconds* *finally focuses on Adra* Oh, hello Adra. Lovely to see you again. *looks around* Oh... *glances back to Adra* If you can do so without troubling yourself, could you please explain to me how I got here?
#ChaseForBook9
*looks up with bloodshot eyes*
*now, more than ever, she looks like a lunatic*
*or a tramp*
*her usually-immaculate lab coat looks like it's been dragged through a war-zone*
Tarot: *smiles*
There. Do you feel better?
You look gorgeous.
I . . .
I . . .
I'm so sorry . . .
*looks horrified with herself*
I don't know what came over me . . .
*drops to knees, breathing heavily*
#ChaseForBook9
*stares at Nic* What the hell happened to you. *realizes he pobably doesnt know I exsist*
...Trip, darling, are you alright?
And yes. Hello. You appeared next to Precocious... *quieter* Do you need new symbols?
Oh... dear. *kneels by Trip, feeling his forehead*
*glances briefly at Trip, and then Precocious* Ah, perhaps I ought to just... *takes a step back and vanishes*
#ChaseForBook9
*She sighs, noting Nic's absence* Well I do hope he comes back for a renewal of his symbols...
*sighs irritably* So he comes. Ignores my freakin exsistance....oh who cares I fucking exsist. *storms off*
Alexis: *shakes head*
Tarot: *looks very, very, very pissed*
I . . . I'm sorry.
For what?
Tarot: Putting you in that ghastly Lockswitch house in the first place. What that . . . that AWFUL Algernon boy did . . . and Oscar . . . and all of them!
And I'm sorry about my brother.
I really and truly am.
None of it is your fault, Uncle.
*slowly pushes herself to her feet*
None of it.
*She looks at both Zaf, then Anni*
*Precocious
damn
Tarot: *smiles encouragingly*
Maybe you'd like to skate?
Or have a play-date with your little friends?
. . . I'm not a child. They're not "my little friends."
Tarot: *shrugs*
But yes, I'd like to skate.
Tarot: *smiles again*
*drifts off across the lake*
*begins to skate in slow, methodical figure-eights*
Alexis: I believe she is a tad upset. I can read her thoughts and they are a lot of...well she's hurt she was ignored but everyone else acknowledged. I think she's a tad...unhinged.
*She waves a hand in front of Trip's face* Helloooo
*appears behind Precocious* *speaks shakily* Precocious,IcamebecauseIknewyouwerestrugglingwithyournameandnameshappentobemyareaofexpertiseinasensesoIhadhopedthatImightbeabletoassistyouinsomewayandI'msorry,Iknowwhatitfeelslike *takes a deep breath* Zafira, I'm sorry. I just- *vanishes again*
#ChaseForBook9
Nicc- *watches him vanish* god damn you teleporters!
That wasn't unhinged, by the way.
That was just melodrama..
*She carefully puts one of Trips arms around her shoulders, and does her best to lift him up*
I'll be back in a sec...
*slips*
*nearly falls*
Tarot: Are you alright, sweetheart?
I . . .
Yes. Yes, I'm fine.
*stands there for a moment*
*unsure of what to do*
*so she thinks really hard*: Thank you for the offer. It is good to know I am not alone.
*continues skating*
Alexis: Adra I'm not an expert on reading emotions remember! I'm 15. Not that close to my Surge.
*She calls out* I will be back, Anni!
*She realizes how disproportionate she is to Trip, and by gods, if she'd let him get hypothermia from laying out on the ice*
*She stumbles for the lab clumsily*
Khasiis: *hums softly*
*filling Precocious's head with a melody that sounds suspiciously like David Bowie's "Fame"*
. . .
*skates faster*
Khasiis: *whispers* Lockswitch.
*faster*
Khasiis: Tarot.
*faster*
Khasiis: Precocious.
*faster*
Khasiis: Coin.
*faster*
Khasiis: Carrow.
*faster*
Khasiis: Dark.
*faster*
Khasiis: Reingington.
*faster*
Khasiis: Neurotic.
*faster*
*faster*
*faster*
*hits a tree*
*follows Adra* need help?
(BABY)
I've got it...
*She kicks at the door to her lab, and shuffles in, breathing rather heavily from the amount of snow, all but dragging Trip*
*She deposits him into a separate bedroom, pulling the covers up over him*
I swear, I'm not short...
*She rolls her eyes, squeezes his hand before jogging back for the lake*
AH!
*toddles dizzily away*
*falls into a snowdrift*
*leaving a Precocious-shaped imprint in the snow*
Tarot: Sweetheart? Where'd you run off to? You've got my echo-stone!
*holds up a hand*
I'm right here!
Khasiis: Sweet, loving, dear little Doctor Tarot, who never did anything but love you.
Shut up.
Khasiis: Do you remember how he died?
Shut up!
*drags herself out of the snow*
*and onto the frozen lake*
*lies there*
*on her stomach*
*her head buzzing with pain*
*She slides next to Precocious*
*She looks at her*
...
Are you hurt?
*somewhere far away* *paces wildly, muttering quickly to self while twenty different pens scribble onto twenty different pads of paper* *paces faster* *draws a knife and slices deep into right hand* *carefully brushes a clean paintbrush across the slice and carefully adds some detail to a large canvas painting of a pair of red and golden eyes*
#ChaseForBook9
Khasiis: *laughs*
*skips across time and space*
*red balloon in hand*
*dark coat fluttering in the aether*
I wonder . . .
Shut up!
I wonder what Oscar and Trish are doing right now . . .
SHUT UP!
Tarot: Sweetheart?
*hurried over*
*tries to help her up*
*can't*
*looks disgusted with himself*
Are you alright?
I am FINE!
*aggressively climbs to her feet*
We are going to SKATE.
We are going to have FUN.
NOW.
Tarot: *holds up hands*
Oh, okay.
I'm FINE, Adra!
*looks horrified with herself.
I mean . . . I'm fine, Adra. Don't worry your little head about me.
*pats her on the shoulder*
I just want to skate, and . . . and have fun with my dear uncle.
Tarot: *nods*
*bows once again*
My name is Doctor Tarot. You must be Adrasdos Dark! Enchante.
Prescious....*tilts head*
*She looks disapprovingly at Precocious*
*She curtsies to Tarot* How d'you do?
(Nic.....Do try to stay uh semi-sane
Tarot: Well enough, for a dead man.
*smiles pleasantly*
*She nods* I know the feeling.
Wait-
*She curses under her breath*
I apologize for another moment, I forgot to feed my pets..
*She runs back to the lab, going to get some meat from the fridge*
Well so you're a dead man? I'm engaged to one of the Dead Men.
Tarot: *face falls*
She just . . . ran off! Did she not like me?
*looks in concern at his attire*
*his eighteenth-century attire*
Is it my clothes?
*checks his hair*
My hair? I thought women nowadays LIKED gingers.
*smiles sadly*
You look lovely, Uncle.
Tarot: Really?
*strikes a pose*
Do you think I'm pretty?
*tries not to laugh*
*laughs*
Yes, I think you're pretty.
Tarot: *laughs*
*laughs*
Tarot: *laughs*
*laughs*
((I've gone far past sane, Zafira. So, so far beyond sane. I was barely sane before I found myself in Hell, and so much has happened there and since I returned. None of which were positive happenings.))
*in the midst of painting, carefully sets the brush down, then strides over to one of the pads and pens, aggressively tearing off the top sheet* *reads the first few lines, then crumples the sheet and incinerates it, dropping the ashes into a small container of paint* *takes a deep breath, wipes away a few tears, and methodically stirs the ashes into the oil paint, staring intently at nothing in particular*
#ChaseForBook9
Ehhhhhhhh *she pulls some steaks out, placing them on plates, and going to the dragons' room, placing them on the floor*
*She unwraps her arm, looking at the scars and the burn*
...Fuck this hurts..
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