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 4201 – 4400 of 4944 Newer› Newest»Tarot: *looks surprised*
I'm sorry, I don't know what you mean . . .
*whispers into his ear*
Tarot: *eyes widen*
Ohhhhh.
*shakes his head*
No, I'm not a Dead Man. I'm a dead man.
*sticks his left hand through his spleen*
See?
(I feel extemely bad now....I feel bad for even wanting to as to take John to the Ball...*frowns*
*looks extremely grossed out* Ewww okay wow I'm a Necromancer I can revive you fully
*idly plucks a blade of grass from the ground*
*pauses, and sniffs deeply*
Ah, good, you're not screaming in pain, then.
*Feeling tears prick at the sides of her eyes, she puts her arm under warm water, almost screaming*
*She bites her lip, drawing blood*
(No y'alls can't, Z-Gurl. Bro's an echo-stone, yo, and bro's gotta stay dead as heck all 'cause bro's gonna be like totally PLOT POINT, of' shizzle.)
(Heh... Blade of grass)
(*clutches head in her hands*
Writing that gave me a migraine.)
It is a lovely term, Ms. Dark.
(Oh...nows I know...I believe I'm out of it today)
(*cackles* The blade! Te grass!
((There is no need for negative emotions of any kind on your behalf, Zafira. There is nothing to be done for it, and you've done nothing wrong.))
*appears in the midst of the ice, waving a book excitedly around in the air* *laughs wildly* Ahahahaha!! I found it! I found it!
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Reading it had a similar effect. I pray you never weaponize those talents, Ms. Barnosky.
(Dear God, I'd kill myself and all my loved ones if I weaponized that talent.
*locks it in a lockbox*
*tucks it out of sight*)
*gasps*
*slips on the ice*
Niccolo!
Ahem. Niccolò have you lost your mind? (I'm really thinking trying to get John's name through y'know. I'm determined...I have legit spent the snow days thinking of ways!
*She carefully brings her hand from the warm water, drying it off, and putting some ointment on the scar to help with the burn as it stings and throbs*
*She shuts her eyes tightly*
*Faintly, she recalls the echo of the voices talking* *Her lip wobbles and she begins to cry quietly*
*blinks, as from a distance all he sees is a teleporting, book-waving Mr. Croatoan*
*contemplates walking over*
*decidedly decides to decide against it*
*whirls around* Precocious! *blinks, confused* Why are you falling?
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Tarot: *steps in front of Precocious's splayed-out form*
*although it doesn't do a scrap of good*
What is the meaning of this, good sir?
It's fine, Uncle! I was just startled!
*curses*
I've been so twitchy these days.
Niccolò, what have you found crazy scholar?!
*She runs back to her medical room, finding actual bandages to cover her arm with*
*She falls down in the corner, burying her head in her hands, on the verge of losing it again*
*turns and yells towards Sir* Hello, good Sir! Wonderful news! *waves the book in the air with even greater vigor*
*addresses Tarot* Well, as you may not have known, I was missing something, and now I've found it! *laughs again* Ah, this is wonderful!
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Tarot: *leans down to Precocious*
*whispers* He's a lunatic.
As am I.
Tarot: Ah.
*straightens up*
Well, that's alright then.
What have you found, my good Niccolo?
*sits up*
*to Zafira* *appears positively thrilled* I found a sock! A single, bright blue sock! *waves the book around again* Inside this book, of all places!
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Niccolò, if you...start hugging people I reserve the right to offcially declare you insane
*blinks*
*and sighs*
Oh, blast. This means I have to go out on the bally ice, doesn't it...
*sighs once more, in a put-upon manner, and walks towards the people*
((I just want you all to know how hard I am laughing right now. Oh gosh.))
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A....sock? And what is the....revalent matter of said sock in said book? *nods and speaks in Spanish to self* Yup he has lost his ever loving mind
*raises an eyebrow*
A . . . a sock? One sock?
Surely you need two in order to have a celebration?
Tarot: *nods*
Yes, what she said.
*replies to Zafira in rapid Cantonese* *waits eagerly for a response*
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(Ari I just fell on the floor I can't breath from laughing I had to re-read that and I'm like....a....sock....the 1500's scholar is screaming about... A....sock...I cant breath!)
Not entirely. You see, if you are missing only one sock, than finding one other is certainly cause for celebration.
*She fiddles with the small vial around her neck*
*She pops the cork, then downs the fluid inside of it in one little go*
*She nods, then falls to the floor*
Nic can you speak in English Italian Galic or Spanish? *cautiously goes to Nic and hugs him*
*clicks fingers*
*points at Sir*
You have a point, Sir.
*whispers, voice threatening to spill over with excitement* This sock may very well save the world. It is so BLUE!
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Yet I quite doubt that is Mr. Croatoan's situation, my good Doctor.
(I'm afraid I'll be force to depart in two hours, minus one hour, and then with one-half of one hour taken away again.)
(*forced)
Blue?
What's the significance of blue?
Tarot: I'm afraid I don't know.
But you should probably stand up, now.
Oh, yes, of course.
*stands up*
*spins Zafira in a circle, tosses her into the air and then catches her, setting her down* *points the book at the clearly grey and cloudy sky* And the sky is also so BLUE! There must be a correlation!
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*very quietly to Sir and Precious* I realize he isn't in his right mind...did he take his meds this morning?
Ah, but Ms. Barnosky, are the second two time allotments in parentheses, as a single function? For that entirely changes the time you have left.
*Her eyes open*
..
*Throws the vial as hard as she can at the wall, shattering it*
(Good point, Sir. I've never been good at algebraic linguistics.
The first two allotments ought to be in parentheses, as a single function.
I believe.
Unless I am incorrect.
*looks concerned*)
*throughout the entire thing is extremely happy* But Nic that sky is grey! Woah...Nic *pokes* Did you accidently let a name out?
BOO!!
I am not certain what "meds" are, Zafira, but I can assure you that this is a groundbreaking discovery!
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(Hello, Jubi *waves*)
*Adra rubs the sides of her head*
And look at that.
I can't even off myself without something going wrong.
It hardly matters to debate particulars, in any case.
Now, we hardly know if the sock's shade is significant.
It most likely is not, but the point stands.
*looks at Niccolo*
*wonders if that's what she looks like to other people*
*looks down at her tramp-like appearance*
*nods sadly*
Niccolò, meds are medicine. Are you alright? That book is grey and blue socks are- what year is it?
*lets out a slight yell and jumps at Jubilance's "Boo", dropping the book* *stares at her, wide eyed in fear, then turns and sprints away*
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(Welcome to the Blogland Madhouse which insane person would you like to speak to, Miss Glee?)
*She crawls back to her corner, curling against the wall, feeling her hurt slink up upon her mind like a shadow in the corner of her eye*
*runs after Nic* Niccolò come here!
*frowns at the good Doctor*
Ah, how rude of me, I never properly greeted you two.
Greetings, my good Doctor and Ms. Kerias, you both look lovely as always. And who is this gentleman...?
*looks curiously at Mr. Tarot*
Greetings, Ms. Glee.
*sighs*
ADRA!!! ZAF!!! COCO!!! ANNIKA!!! SIR!!!
HAI!!! *supermegatacklehugsofdoom*
Hmmm
well if you MUST know.. I've always wanted to speak to those voices in my head... And, y'know, ask them why they wanted me to kill the guy standing in front of me in that line at the grocery store...
(Oh Hell no Nic is mine Annika. mine (ahem when i am asleep)
((Wow. Oh wow. TAROT YOU LITTLE SHIPPER! I did not see that coming. Hm. *is still laughing wildly*))
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Tarot: *glances at Precocious*
This is . . .
Yes, this is Sir Reingington.
Tarot: *bows low*
*in an elegant manner not used since the 18th century*
Pleased to meet you, Sir Reingington. My name is Doctor Tarot. I would shake your hand, but I am rather corporeally challenged at the moment.
(Well currently Mr. Insane Niccolò Croatoan is having a mental meltdown. He is unavalible. He needs his medications.)
I agree Ms. Tesla, Mr. Tarot seems quite devious like that.
(I deleted the comment, but yes. I'm afraid Tarot is quite the little shipper.
*laughs*)
*Her heartbeat begins to quicken, and she notices the early signs of an asthma attack. She gets up, running for her room and falls on the floor, gasping through her strangled tears*
Oh dear...
how unfortunate
(Oh god I'd love to see what he'd say if John and Zaf were near each other...that hasn't become a ship)
(I'm very sorry about Mr. Croatoan's condition. We shall be sending him back to his room.)
*feels the weight of the blue echo-stone*
*heavy in her pocket*
*looks at Tarot*
*and wonders what it would be like to be corporeally-challenged*
...
*blinks*
Well, a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Tarot.
*bows, equally lowly*
And perhaps you are simply more corporeal than the rest of us, and we simply have not caught up yet.
Very wise of you, Miss. Kerias.
And on that happy note, I MUST BE DEPARTING!!!!
So long my friends! *Supermegagoodbyetacklehugsofdoom*
(Bai Jubi!!)
Good bye, then, Ms. Glee.
Tarot: *eyes widen*
*gives Precocious a sidelong look*
*opens mouth to say something*
*closes it*
*opens it again*
Um . . .
Yes?
*leans away from him*
Why are you looking at me like that?
Tarot: *takes a deep breath*
I think you should do it.
. . . What?
Tarot: *maintains purposeful eye contact*
I think . . . I think you should do it.
And soon. Start tonight.
What . . ?
Tarot: *glances at her echo-stone laden pocket*
*looks at her eyes again*
Tarot: *quickly looks at Sir*
*and smiles*
That's a point of view I haven't heard before, Sir. May I call you Sir?
(Goodbye, Jubi)
*She breathes into a bag, slowly getting her breathing back*
*Remembers Trip, and hopes she didn't wake him*
*She leans against the wall, absently crying*
*comes running back and grabs the book* I very nearly forgot this. *notices Precocious* Oh, hello. I've been looking for you, Miss Precocious. Provided that you do not mind the intrusion, I have heard tell that your name has been giving you some trouble, and although I can promise nothing, I may be able to assist you in some way, depending on what exactly your situation is.
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*goes back and mutters something* *normal voice* Niccolò, is it wise? What if Alastair decides to come out? You do not seem to be in a state of...sanity
Tarot: *breathing heavily*
*excitedly*
*a new light in his eyes*
I . . . I don't know, Niccolo. I don't know!
*drifts a bit higher*
I . . . I think . . .
*holds out his arms to Precocious*
I . . .
I . . .
What?
*looks at him*
*shocked*
What?
Tarot: I . . .
I . . .
*slaps himself*
Of course!
I need Oscar Neurotic's cell phone address.
What!?
(AHAHAAH I HAVE FIGURED IT OUT!!!! Maybe. NICCOLÒ I THINK I FIGURED OUT HOW TO SEPARATE JOHN AHAHA I DID IT maybe)
*laughs loudly* I've not been even remotely sane for over 500 years, Zafira. I've merely lost my ability to appear sane as of late.
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(Right... Er, I might just go for this evening... Goodnight. It was nice reading you.)
WHAT!?
Tarot: *swoops down*
Trust me! Trust me, please, trust me.
I . . .
Tarot: Promise me, alright?
What . . ?
Tarot: Promise you'll . . .
*looks at Niccolo*
*and Sir*
*and Zafira*
. . . do the Thing. Promise me you'll do the Thing.
Okay, okay, I'll do the Thing, but . . .
Tarot: *claps his hands together*
Thank you, thank you! Oh, Sweetheart, my Sweetheart!
*orange light blazes from Precocious's pocket*
*Tarot's time, for today, is up*
Tarot: Sweetheart, I think-
*vanishes*
. . .
*looks deeply shaken*
(Farewell, Adra!)
If you insist. Ahem. Well out of curiosity is it possible to keep a memory away from any of your names? Like a secret one of them can't know?
((Alright- goodnight then, Adra. I hope I've not neglected you.))
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*sighs*
Honestly. I'd have thought the week's bizarre would have stopped with the IKEA zombies...
*closes his eyes, and rubs the bridge of his nose*
(Oh right... I've nearly forgotten.)
*Adra slides down the side of the wall, so she is lying horizontally*
*Her tears fall into the wood floors, and into the earth below*
*Her sleep is scarce, and when it does happen on her mind, it is riddled with shadows and darkness where Pain and Suffering resides*
Only one name? No. It would only be possible to block a memory from all of my names at once.
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*looks dizzy*
I . . .
I . . .
. . .
I should go . . .
Khasiis: Six days, six days, six days left!
Better be quick with that echo-stone!
*slips a hand into her pocket*
*clutches the blue echo-stone*
. . . I can do this.
I can do this.
*begins to walk away*
Precocious. I know your name is making contact with you, taunting you somehow. As I mentioned earlier, I cannot promise anything, but there is a chance that I may be able to assist you in some way. I can steal names, and on several occasions I've been able to manipulate them without changing them completely or stealing them. I may be able to do something of the sort for you.
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*serenely*
*silently*
*in a world full of sweet, gentle orange light*
*a consciousness floats*
*quietly thinking to himself*
Tarot: Neurotic . . .
Neurotic . . .
It all comes down to him . . .
But . . . but what if I can't convince him . . .
(I must now depart, my friends.)
Ah, one moment?
*calls after the good Doctor*
In some cultures, it is entirely acceptable to serve pineapple-upside-down cake right-side-up!
(Night Anni)
So...if I asked you if theres a way I could take John to the Christmas Eve Ball and allow you to take Ari...would you block the memory of the conversation from the names? I want to surprise him if its possible
((Goodbye then, Annika.
Sir, although I hesitate to leave you on your own, I fear I must go as well.))
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(Can I ask you then tomorrow Nic?)
Worry not, Mr. Croatoan, Ms. Kerias also remains. But I do suspect she shall also egress soon.
(I can stay up Sir I'm not going to be awake til about 8am tomorrow so I can easily stay up...
((I shall reply to this comment, Zafira, but then I simply must leave. My apologies for having to do so abruptly.))
I would have to block the memory from myself as well, and then I would have no knowledge that we had made such an arrangement. However, I am unsure of how such circumstances might be possible at all. I suppose I shall have to discuss this with you at a later date. Do enjoy the sock. *vanishes*
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(Alright Nic! Whenever you come on again I'll talk to you about it)
(On second thought me bed calls)
If you insist, Ms. Kerias.
Hello? [hugs]
Haven't read through comments yet, so sorry if this is a bad time, but I want to say something 'cause you always lave right around now...
Or earlier than now...
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last day of school for the year tomorrow and we're spending it at the beach... it's gonna be a great day for it, since it's gonna be 38 degrees c, and that's rising all the time...
just presented the SRC's project for the term to the grade and got a great response. :)
SAPHLE LAFEL!!!
Hiiiiii! :D
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FABI DABI!!!
Oookayyy
SNOW BOW TIE HI
HI SAPH
[hugs both]
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Riiiiiiight.
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*Hugs Fabigail*
*Goes to hug Steve-the-cactus but decides against it*
[hugs Saphy]
"Hidden away in a scorching place, the Cactus has seen things he can never unsee. You can try to help, but help is limited. Do not, whatever you do, consider hugging the cactus."
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what about this?
forgot the of...
Roobrik sunset :')
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omg, fabi, this is so you: The Final Golden Dancer Who Justifies Winter
Adra: Acrobat, with Locks of Coral and the Diamond Knife
Riiight.
YES. I FIGURED OUT HOW TO GO TO SEAM STREETS! :D
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Where are you getting these?
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Saph (maybe): Emperess who is the Dark Explorer
Zaf: The Miserly Ever-changing Elder That Hates the Inquisitor
trip: The Sixth Shadowed Emperor of Time and Magnificence
7th sanctum.
Fabi (?): The Traitor who Is the Bloodstained Poet
Ooh, I'm a traitor now? How delightful.
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XD *hugs fabi*
Beauty of the Hidden Oubliette
Firey Queen with a Soul of Gold That Plans in the Black Battlefield
Infernal Oblivion
Marquis who is the Burning Assassin
Prince Unholy Joviality
The Marquessa with an Eye of Garnet
The Agile Astral Thief
The Agile Emperor Who Misses Hopelessness
The Final Hidden Czar who Was Not a Princess
The Intelligent Explorer Who Questions Fortune
The Magic Contemplator
The Ninth Marquessa of Vision and Oblivion
The Silver Duke
The Single Spectral Harradin Who Seals the Elder
The Sixth Nun who Left the Dutchess
The Third Traveller That Obtains the Dancer
The Unknown King
The Unspeakable Seeker
The Vicious Tsar
Trident of the Canyon
Bloody Chief in Minutes
Chief Magnificence That Locks the Eternal Demense
Flask of the Astral Keep
Glaive of Dreaming
Glory of the Dungeon
Indigo Hate
Magic Prince with a Mouth of Jade
Raiment of Frost
Sultanna Wielding the Chalcedony Scimtar and That Oversees the Spire
The Murderer That Stops Illusion
The Secret Tsar Holding the Amethyst Glaive and That Oversees the Shadowy Oubliette
The Blue Hunter
The Compassionate Eternal Heir
The Corrupt Sultan Wielding the Gold Pick and Who Makes the Titanic Shrine
The Crazed Profane Queen That Immolates Blood
The Cunning Mystic Emperess
The Desecrated Teacher
The Final Mentor Who Rejects the Architect
The Foul Tsar
The Vicious Wicked Imposto
"The Agile Foul Grandmother Who Desires Nothingness"
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Don't make me laugh so much
I'm choking on my dinner XD (Which, by the way, is the reason I'm distant)
I rather like my new title... Although it suits Adra more.
*pokes saph* saph, you are now: Queen Grand Always, The Infernal Beginning with a Soul of Jet Who Designed the Eternal Cenotaph
I love the 'Infernal Beginning' part :D
One minute.
*pokes Queen Grand Always, The Infernal Beginning with a Soul of Jet Who Designed the Eternal Cenotaph*
XD
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we all have the best names.
But I think yours is the best, Fabigail :P
"Soul of Jet"
"Soul of Airplane"
"Soul of Former Gymnastics Teacher"
Ohhhhhhh
"Soul of Jet Black as in the Color"
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Thank you [hugs]
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:))
okay, this. :)
Cool!
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Wording on that last bit is funny. I'm gonna fix it...
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Liz's eyes spring open to find she's in a dark room, more of a closet, really. The ceiling is lower on one side than the other, so maybe it's a closer under the stairs. It's also empty. Liz is alone, unless you count a dusty hat stand in the corner and some clothes hangers.
As she sits up, she fully realizes how small the space is and her claustrophobia sets in.
She stands slowly. There' about an inch between her head and the ceiling, on the taller side. No space to do anything acrobatic. She looks for the door, then realizes that duh, that's where the little light is coming from. She pushes it open and finds that it is indeed a closet under the stairs, in a front room, in a house, which is very unlike a cell in a dungeon.
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I HOPE YOU KNOW HOW MUCH YOU MEAN TO ME. A LOT, OKAY? [hugs]
I'm gonna reuse this as the ded http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YHO19KzP7X4
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*hugs fab*
Hello? Forgotten Detective That Steals Oblivion And Informs Death of Solitude? Grand Queen Always, Infernal Beginning with a Soul of Jet Who Designed the Eternal Cenotaph?
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And in the time it took me to type your titles, you'd already commented. XD
[hugs back]
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lol...
what do you think of my new pic? i just made it.
Hey, sorry for disappearing, had to wash up. I'm only back now because I've lost the sponge somehow. Msd if my family ever come home :)
I love the new name, Forgotten Detective! Suits you ;)
*Goes to look at ded*
Video-ded loading.
And Forgotten Detective? I looked at your profile picture and suddenly, for some weird reason, I was trying really hard not to cry. *hugs her* You'll always have me, too. Both of you, even if you don't believe it.
*hugs back*
[hugs Snow and Saph tightly]
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i g2g you 2! *hugs both* byee!!
Bye Snow... [hugs]
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Bye Snow-sister *huggles*
*hugs Fabs back just as tightly*
Internet being its usual stupid self, so video's taking a while to load.
Okay...
[Threatens Internet with a glitter machete]
You don't have to watch it now, though.
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I want to D:
Interesting. The Internet appears to be scared of your glitter machete- it's mostly behaving now XD
(Note to self; glitter effective threat against internet)
Yay! XD
Wbd, writing some Liz RP.
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I should probably do my own RP, but I'm too lazy right now.
That's okay. I can keep up a conversation, too. Probably.
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We can try, but I haven't really been at my most sociable these past few weeks XD I think I'm beginning to forget what a conversation is.
I met my friends at the beach today (first time this summer! Yay!) but we didn't talk a huge amount. We did a lot of hand-signalling though, which felt a little strange.
"So you're awake."
Liz whirls around to face the same person who was outside her cell. It's a youngish guy with sandy blonde hair and dark eyes.
"Who are you?" Liz wonders briefly if she's being rude, then decides she doesn't care. This crazy random weird person might have just doomed Effie and/or Fabi. Not cool.
"You can call me..." He trails off, like he's deciding which alias to use.
Liz glares slightly. "Okay, don't answer that one. Why am I here?"
"I owe some people favors."
"Well, that's specific."
"Why don't you just talk to Effie? She's an illusionist. She can help you fake it or something."
"WHAT?"
"Her death. She can help you fake her death, so that Ioux will leave Ab-Fabi alone."
"Who are you, seriously?"
"You can call me Rook."
"No, who are you? Anyone can say any name."
Rook nods slowly, then shakes his head. "I'm not even sure how to answer that."
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I've been less conversation-y as well...
Hand-signaling? Cool.
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Rook.
That sounds like a good taken name/ alias... *muses*
I like how the plot's going so far, with all these twists and turns.
Hah, thanks. It's pretty fun, especially when we get something wrong. I just love silence :)
[Nods]
It's actually the name he considers himself, though perhaps it would make more sense to the reader if he used one of his others...
Ack, I just actually watched my video, and the music's off! D:
Like, it's off by an even amount, so it sort of works, but I had it the way it was supposed to be for several months and it sounds wrong now. :-/
I redid the music because it sounded all static-y when I recorded it playing on my laptop..... I thought I checked it, but OH, THE TITLE. SHIT.
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It still won't play -_- Videos. No surprises there.
(Ignore that, Kiwi joke)
Eh, don't worry about the title.
That's what made the music timing off, though.
I suppose it's fine for everyone else, but IT IS NOT THE WAY IT HAS BEEN SINCE SEPTEMBER OR OCTOBER OR WHENEVER I STARTED THIS THING.
IT TEARS AT MY EARS LIKE THAT OPERA SINGER'S VERSION OF SANTA CLAUS IS COMING TO TOWN WHICH ISN'T BAD OR ANYTHING BUT THERE ARE ALL THESE EXTRA RUNS AND IT IS NOT HOW I HAVE HEARD THAT SONG FOR YEARS AND SO I CAN'T LISTEN TO THAT VERSION BECAUSE IT'S TOO WEIRD.
So I should probably not watch my own video again or it will drive me insane.
...
Sorry. It just really annoys me. :-/
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I know the feeling. Like when you learn a song off by heart, and then you hear someone else sing it and it just somehow sounds wrong.
Yeah.
Or if you've spent the past couple weeks learning a dance to a movie soundtrack suspense-ish piece and then you have to do the same steps to "Royals."
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Yep. Change is annoying and scary sometimes.
Liz waits.
"I mean," Rook continues thoughtfully, "I'm a lot of people in a lot of places, but just saying that sounds overdramatic and insincere."
Liz nods slowly. "So is there anything you can actually say?"
"Well..." Rook hesitates. "Although he isn't the reason I did it, Ioux did order me to rescue you."
"You take orders from him?"
"Theoretically. He'll likely stop by later today, so I'd recommend you clear the area. And don't go back to Hailey or any of your other enemies," he added. "Next time Ioux will probably break you out in person and use this armband he's invented..." Rook shuddered. "It's a last resort."
"Right." Liz nods slowly. "That was very informational."
"Sorry."
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Yeah...
I'm used to my sister being taller than me, though, and not being able to wear my favorite sweat pants anymore without tying them really tight, and the kitchen remodel and some other stuff...
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*very...Informational."
Msd, sleepy.
Roleplays are cool...
I don't get used to much. I don't like to be too attached to anything physical and breakable, even just symbolically. There's no one thing that my life revolves around.
Hope you sleep well :)
Night-night, sleep tight, don't let the bedbugs vote. :) (Don't ask.)
(But seriously, don't let them vote.)
AND WE CAN LEARN TO LOVE AGAIN!
ahem... i mean... hi
'Sup Snowy! *hugs*
Hey, where were you getting these title things from earlier?
7th sanctum.
msd, on sneakily XD
Okay :)
I'm deciding between;
Chance of the Grave
Celestial Fire
The Seventh Architect Who Seals the Rogue
The Sacred Heroine
Gauntlet of Possibility
The Golden Grandfather with a Mouth of Sapphire That Holds the Key to the Crystal Tomb
The Caring Wanderer That Questions Lies
I'm leaning towards the last one
Either of you still here?
Apparently not.
*disappears*
Actually, no, I've had an epiphany and I'm staying on here because I might want to discuss it with some poor willing martyr.
Herrow? Anybody home?
#ChaseForBook9
Hi there!
-is ALWAYS lurking-
*has nothing to say*
#ChaseForBook9
Fine then. How are you this...afternoon?
Hungry. Yourself?
#ChaseForBook9
Anxious. And why don't you just get food?
Khasiis: Five days, five days, five day till-
Oh, shut up.
I'm just happy that Sir said I COULD serve pineapple upside-down cake right-side up.
(Hullo, Blogland.)
I could, I just don't. Apathy strikes at inconvenient times.
Why are you anxious?
#ChaseForBook9
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