My Christmas tree is up. It actually went up a few weeks ago. It's not a REAL Christmas tree. I mean, it's real ENOUGH. It's not IMAGINARY. If you threw it at someone, it'd hit them. But it's made from assorted plastics and stuff. Also it's black. It looks awesome, but lacks that Christmas tree smell. But I don't mind that. My folks have a real Christmas tree up, and that's where Christmas happens anyway, so who cares if my house doesn't smell of pine needles? Not me. Not really.
Not... really...
Anyway, yes, the tree. It's up. The presents are bought. They're not wrapped, but they're bought. Most of them. Okay, I haven't a clue what to get my dad, but he's a dad. He'll be happy with socks. Fathers are simple creatures.
So... tree up. Presents bought. These are things I set aside time to do, because I needed to set aside time. I've been so busy lately that if I hadn't set aside this time, I just wouldn't get around to it. There are loads of things I just didn't have time for, like sending out Christmas cards. I love sending out cards. I try to combine it with answering all the letters from readers, so when I send off a reply, they get a Christmas card too. How lovely! But not this year. Answering all those letters, sending all those cards, would take two days at a minimum, and they are two days I can't afford to take off writing.
The writing is going well, by the way. I've been focussing on short stories these last three weeks, building up quite a collection of new stuff. Each of these stories will be told in a different "voice" than the one you're used to. You'll see what I mean when you read them.
One thing that I haven't decided on yet are the Christmas Skype calls I was planning on making. Essentially, I was going to take an hour one day and just fit as many three-minute Skype calls into that hour as I could. It seemed like a lovely idea at the time, but I'm not so sure anymore. Not everyone who wanted a call would be available on that hour, and so I'd have to field quite a few complaints. Then there'd be the people who'd want a one-on-one chat, when I'd only be comfortable chatting if there were two or more people in the room with you. Basically, my idea would end up causing a whole lot of hassle that I could really do without, so I just don't know.
Okay then, enough jibber-jabber. I have work to do.
Be cool, my Minions.
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«Oldest ‹Older 3401 – 3600 of 4953 Newer› Newest»Ah, hullo, Sir!
(Thank you.
I woke up ten minutes ago YOU KNOW WHAT I MEANT.
Grr.
It's up to you, Em.)
Well waiting for Trip we don't know if he comes on...he doesnt come on every night, so I get you wanma wait for him so its alright
And I agree, but sadly, I'm American.
*frustratedly straightens her waistcoat*
(Adra I woke up 5min before you and just fell back asleep
(Ay. Didn't America try to convert once? I think it failed...
Honestly, it would only take about 5 years for the country to convert, I think. Then we won't stick out like a sore thumb.)
Well thats the thing. I dunno if we should or not.
What if he doesn't come on for another 3 nights lol
Its up to you two, if we should continue, we can catch Trip up I suppose.
Em's the only non-American here right now, so...
Ay
. . .
. . .
*looks around shyly for something to do*
(I fail miserably with metric system so...I'd be screwed when / if I go to Ireland
It's not that difficult... I just memorize a couple numbers, and gauge what the temperature is based on those numbers
Either way, it's going to be a bit cold, I'd imagine. It was 14C when I was there a few summers ago, which I know isn't that bad, but... It's sweatshirt weather.
Greetings, Ms. Dark, Barnosky, Kerias, and Melody.
so???....
I went to a massive Christian youth camp in New York over the weekend. It wasn't much fun for someone who is bad at making new friends, but it was very fun to watch several moronic teenage boys try to zipline across the forest in sub-zero weather.
(Its possible in 2015 or 2016 and NJ is coming here 2015 i believe so I can kidnap my Northen Giggler for a week or so....*cackles*
Hey Sir!
So what? As much as I hate to say, it might be better to just have Trip catch up... Like you lot said- we don't know the next time he'll be on..
*looks around dejectedly for something to occupy herself*
. . . Would you like to see a card trick?
*performs a card trick*
Volia! Was that not amazing?
Yeah I was thinking the same Ads,
Its the lesser of two evils really.
They made you go outside? That's dangerous, no matter how wrapped up you all are- not to mention zip longing, moving quickly through the air feels colder
(Anni dear would you like Zaf or Ravel?
Em, yeah I mean I hate to go on but he comes on random times it could be 1am by you when he comes on it could be earlier)
Well, the whole point of it was that it was an outdoor winter camp. Beside, we of the mythological land called New England are used to the cold.
Our guest speakers were Californian though.
I felt rather sorry for them.
And no thank you, Zafira, I'll find something to do.
Maybe I'll go have a silly adventure.
Would you people like a silly adventure?
(Ay, I'm well adjusted to the cold as well, yet the cold doesn't care whether one is well adjusted or not when it gives one frostbite, is what I'm saying.)
I think one person did get frostbite, but she fell off the high-ropes course so she had other problems to worry about.
(If you wish.
And that's rather unfortunate. Even breathing in such cold air can be detrimental. Pneumonia. Hypothermia. Frostbite. A few others... It isn't pleasant, I'd know..)
*The next morning came inside Lorcan's mind.
The decaying corpse seemed different. Some of it's skin had come back and some muscles regrew on it's torso and arms. Some of its hair had grown back as well but even then it still looked rotting and decaying.
Tate stood outside the cave and howled worryingly*
*yawns*
I don't know what to do. I really don't.
. . .
. . .
Hm.
Well, I suppose I should jump into some parentheses.
(Ah, that's better. And so much warmer, too!)
Alexis: *goes over to Tate* Hey there.
*Tate points to the lake*
Tate: Look, the silver, it's overflowed its shore.
(Yeah you can hunt down my characters if you want they're both working on paperwork so..they'll be cool with being bothered
*Stirs, noticing how numb her arms are*
*Glances at the skeletal form*
*Nods* Right. It appears Trip may've been right about that...
*the world is quiet*
*dark*
*and silent*
*and it doesn't notice the black-clad shadow pacing the streets*
*slowly winding along a path to a mansion*
*a very big*
*scary*
*mansion*
*the figure fingers the cell phone in his pocket*
*and smiles*
*this will be easy*
Alexis: oh gosh....what do you do for an overflowing silver lake!? Unless...I'm a Sensitive so maybe I should be working where I can use magic....do you think its possible to destroy the silver lake?
*inside the mansion, a party is raging*
*a party to put the Great Gatsby to shame*
*a woman is hopping from male guest to male guest, chatting them up*
*she is very pretty*
*a credit to her plastic surgeon*
*she is wearing a dress that costs enough money to feed a third-world country*
*and her makeup consist of golden tattoos swirling around her eyes*
(You know, our Winter dance was supposed to be the Great Gatsby theme. Honestly, they should have just called it the "Roaring Twenties" but, eh... My dress is adorable though, so I can't wait to. Wear it!)
Woman: *sidles up next to a gentleman in a black suit*
Well? What do you think?
*she flutters her eyelashes*
All the top models, all the top designers, all the big-shots of the fashion industry gathered in one place! It's fabulous, isn't it? I'm sure one of the world-renowned hairdressers will be able to fix your hair.
Oscar: *shame-facedly adjusts his hat*
My hair is fine. I like my hair.
Woman: Aw, isn't he precious?
*pinches Oscar's cheek*
Oscar: Er . . .
*leans away from her*
I can't help noticing the security detail . . .
Woman: Yes, we have only the finest security here. We wouldn't want anything getting stolen, would we?
*laughs*
Now then, on to the main question.
Where's that adorable albino right-hand-man of yours?
Oscar: *mumbles*
Looking for food.
Woman: *gasps*
Food? In my house?
Don't be absurd.
*bustles off*
Tate: It was never a lake. When it first arrive it was no bigger than a puddle. But over the months it just grew and grew.
And now that Master hasn't been in the lake like he was, it's starting to grow again. Looking for him.
*The corpse moves slightly, it sounds like it's gasping for breath. It makes that strangled scream sound again as it pulls on the binds*
Alexis: *gently pats his head* We'll find a way, maybe I could work from the outside.
*Moves to the corpse, a hand on it's shoulder*
Er... Then we keep moving back with him.
Woman: Hey.
*flutters her eyelashes*
You're new with the League, aren't you? I haven't seen you around before, and I thought I knew all those bastards.
Gary: Yes, I'm new.
*averts his eyes*
Woman: My name is Plastique Davenport.
Gary: . . . Garrote Armitage.
Plastique: Ooh! Fancy name.
*flutters her eyelashes*
*realizes he's not looking*
*frowns*
Why aren't you looking at my beautiful face?
Gary: *mutters something*
Plastique: I'm sorry?
Gary: *mutters something*
Plastique: Beg pardon?
Gary: Yourhairisn'tsymmetricalandneitherisyourdressbothofthemaremoreheavilyadornedontheleftandtheswirlymakeuparoundyoureyesisgivingmeaheadachesopleasepleasepleasegoaway.
Plastique: . . .
Gary: *quietly scoots away*
Plastique: *looks at the ceiling*
How could today get any worse!?
*outside, a black clad figure looks up at the mansion*
*and smiles*
*The corpse starts writhing more against its ties, becoming distressed again. It sounds breathless*
Tate: Why is it making that sound?
*The wolf whimpers as he covers his ears with his paws*
*in a secluded hallway*
*leading to a secluded bedroom*
*two young models are laughing and dragging one another down the hall*
*both are tall and thin and Korean*
*one has violently blood-red hair*
*and both are wearing so much makeup they are completely unrecognizable*
Arthur: C'mon . . !
*laughs*
May: *giggling uncontrollably*
I really like you, Arthur . . .
Arthur and May: *giggling and chattering away and saying things that your mother wouldn't want you to say*
*stumble into the bedroom*
*see the black-clad figure standing on the windowsill*
Arthur: AIEEEEEEEE!
May: AIEEEEEEEE!
Black-Clad Figure: *facepalms*
Alexis: *gently soothes Tate* I thought you'd want to kill us but you're nice.
I think it's like withdrawal... Someone- quickly go full up a vial of silver from the lake.
Tate: To be honest, I'm not a fully grown werewolf. I'm only a pup.
And then silver was an intruder, I thought you would have been the same as the silver.
May: *leaps in front of Arthur*
I'll protect you!
You . . .
The Models: *take a step back*
You're models for the Davenport Corporation, right?
Models: *nods shakily*
FABULOUS! You know, I love your makeup.
Models: Really?
Of course I do, it looks gorgeous!
You're both very pretty, and oh my gosh, girl, where did you get those shoes? They look fabulous on you!
May: Th-thanks.
*giggles*
And you, sir, look pretty badass in that blazer
Arthur: Thanks . . .
Now then . . .
*leaps across the room*
*takes out May with a spinning kick*
*and knocks out Arthur with a well placed punch in the face*
*and the groin*
*and the sternum*
Arthur: *crumbles to the ground*
*pirouettes on the spot*
*leaps gracefully over the unconscious bodies*
*and dances down the hall in search of Plastique's office*
Alexis: ah. Well you're doing good now
*Tate takes a vial from Adra and goes down to the silver. As he puts the vial into the lake, it accidentally touches his fur and he yelps as it burns his skin.
He brings the vial back up to Adra as he starts to lick the burn*
Don't lick that, you twit! *Glances around*. There's a green ointment in my bag. Put that on there, and tear off a bit of the blanket.
*Puts a tiny bit of silver into her hand, let's it fall on the corpse*
Ah . . .
*sees her office*
*pushes the door open*
*the office is hot pink*
*and everything that could have glitter on it, does have glitter on it*
Nice.
*begins to root around in the filing cabinets*
*stepping on the fuzzy pink carpet as he does so*
*a spark of magic flares under his heel and zips through the house*
*a tiny pink spark*
*that winds its way through countless halls till it bursts into the ballroom*
*skitters across the floor*
*and gently nudges Plastique's heel*
Plastique: *whips around*
*looking in the direction of her office*
*she looks like she would be panicking, if her face wasn't plastic*
Plastique: BOTOX!
*a spandex-and-seqin-clad security guard gracefully trots to her side*
*his mascara is nicer than hers*
Botox: How can I help you, ma'am?
Plastique: Someone has broken into my office!
Botox: Fabulous!
Plastique: No, not fabulous! Bad! This is very not-fabulous!
Go get him!
Botox: But-
Plastique: GO GET HIM.
Botox: *swallows grimly*
*whistles*
*more security guards join him*
*and they rush off in a blur of sequins*
*rips open a cabinet*
. . . No.
*rips open another one*
. . . No.
Damn!
*rips open a third*
. . .
*pulls out a manilla envelope*
*and removed from it a pile of sketches*
Ah-HA!
*the sketches are all of women in magnificent dresses*
*dimensions are sketched out*
*as are numbers, sizes, pleats, seam lines, ratios, and color schemes*
*and each picture is signs with a triangle wearing a bow tie*
Ah-HA!
*holds them up gleefully*
Ah-HA!
Door: *gets pounded on*
Botox: Hey, you!
Get your fabulous arse out here before we break down the door!
*looks around wildly*
*there are no windows*
*no other exits*
*takes a deep breath*
*exhales*
*then opens the door with a flourish*
Good evening, gentlemen!
(Her office reminds me of Umbridge's..)
Fabulous Security Guards: *seize him by the arms*
*drag him from the room*
Botox: Ah-HA!
*rips the designs from his hands*
So that's your game! Stealing the designs of our darling Ms. Davenport so you, whoever you are, can pass them off as your own!
I bet you're the guy who's been stealing fashion designs from all across Blogland!
*laughs fabulously*
For myself?
No, the designs aren't for myself. I sell them off to the highest bidder, and make a fortune in the process.
Don't worry your little heads about it.
I only sell them to designers. It would be a cruel man indeed who would deprive the world of seeing those dresses.
Botox: I don't understand!
Why would you do something like this!
Isn't it obvious, Botox, my boy?
*shakes off the guards*
*and with one fluid motion, rips off the black clothes to reveal sequins, spandex, and imitation crocodile*
Botox: *GASP*
Fabulous Security Guards: *GASP!*
Botox: It . . . IT'S YOU?
YOU'RE the Fabulous Snatcher?
What can I say?
*Photo Finish bows*
I'm a supervillain.
*The corpse desperately tries to get the vial of silver, the silver eases its pain slightly but the smell of the silver is making the corpse start to pull on it's binds again*
(Maaaaaan)
*Puts the cork on, and attaches it on a chain, dropping it into her bag, and picking up the corpse again*
We need to keep moving..
*the world plunges into a sea of darkness and disco lights*
Guard: Wait . . . what?
What's going on?
Botox: Don't let him trick you! Hallucinations is his game! Don't let him go!
Guard: . . . I let him go.
Botox: GAH!
Where's he run off to?
*pelts through the mansion*
*breathing heavily*
Must . . . find . . . Oscar . . .
*bursts into the ballroom*
*and stealthily melts into the crowd*
*his clothes, though a little less flamboyant than most of the guests, allow him to blend in*
*he tucks the designs into his pocket*
*and searches desperately for a way out*
Oscar: Mr. Finish?
EEK!
Oscar: . . .
I mean, hullo, Oscar, you're exactly the person I was looking for.
Listen, can I borrow your car?
Oscar: I beg your pardon?
Your car. You know, the black, symbol-covered corvette that you drove here tonight?
Oscar: . . .
. . .
Oscar: Here's the thing . . . that car may not actually be mine.
What?
Oscar: I might have borrowed it.
Might.
You . . . borrowed it?
Oscar: Yes.
From Doc Precocious?
Oscar: . . . Yeah.
*turns a little pink*
. . . Wow, she must really, really love you.
Oscar: *nods dazedly*
Botox: *stumbles into the room*
Oh, oh no, oh no no no no no.
Tate: When will it be safe for him? To treat him?
Can we even treat him here?
I... Don't know. *Begins to move as quickly as she can*
Oscar: Oh, look, it's Botox! Hey Bo-
*claps a hand over his mouth*
Oscar: ERMPH!
Don't tell him I'm here!
*drags Oscar deeper into the crowd*
Oscar: *rips Photo's hand off*
Photo, have you been engaging in freelance super villain work?
. . . No?
Oscar: Does that mean yes?
Yes!
*look guilt-stricken*
I'm been stealing and selling off top-of-the-line fashion designs.
Oscar: Really?
Uh-huh.
Oscar: That's fabulous.
I know, right?
Botox: *elbows his way through the crowd*
Hey!
HEY!
Oh no, oh no!
Oscar: *pushes Photo aside*
*leaps in front of Botox*
No, stop! You've got the wrong man.
Botox: I haven't got the wrong man.
Oscar: *whips his hair back*
You've got the wrong man.
Botox: I . . .
Oscar: *snaps his fingers in a Z shape*
You've got the wrong man.
Botox: I've got . . .
Oscar: *combines the two actions*
You've got the wrong man.
Botox: I've . . . got the wrong man.
Sorry.
*walks away in a dazed confusion*
*slow claps*
You have mastered the art of fabulous, sir. Well done, I'm very proud.
Oscar: *bobs his head sassily*
It feels good.
Fabulous feels good.
Alexis: *follows
(Oh goodness gracious..)
*15 minutes later*
Ah, this is the life.
*sips a frappucino*
Thank you for giving me a ride home, Oscar.
Oscar: Don't mention it.
*is handling the car like it's a priceless artifact*
Yes, sorry about this, Gary.
Gary: *is crumpled up in the tiny back seat*
*mutters* "I'm sorry about this, Gary." *in a high-pitched and squeaky voice*
Anyway, thanks, Oscar.
Oscar: Don't mention it, it's fine.
I have a busy day tomorrow, so it's best if I get home as soon as possible.
Oscar: Oh? What are you doing? I thought you had the day off tomorrow.
I do, I do, but I also have a date.
Oscar: Ah. I see. Who's the lucky guy?
*Tate leads them to a treehouse up the hills from the lake.*
Tate: We shall be safe here from the lake.
Uh . . .
*swallows*
He's REALLY good-looking. And he's . . . tough. And . . . and RUSSIAN.
Oscar: . . .
Gary: . . .
Oscar: . . . You're dating a Russian guy?
Yeah!
*looks uncomfortable*
Yeah!
Oscar: . . . Mr. Finish, are you quite alright?
Erm . . .
*looks from Gary to Oscar*
. . . Okay . . . don't tell anyone . . . but . . .
I'm not actually gay.
Oscar and Gary: *burst into uncontrollable laughter*
I'm not!
Oscar: *wipes tears from his eyes* Photo, you're the gayest gay guy who ever gayed!
No guys, listen.
*looks very ashamed*
I . . . I just like sparkly stuff, okay? I mean, I WANT to be gay. I would LOVE to be gay, because it gives me permission to like that sort of stuff. But . . . but . . .
*whispers* I REALLY like girls.
Like, REALLY like girls.
Oscar: *still laughing*
So . . . you pretend to be gay, so you can like sparkly stuff?
Yeah.
Oscar: . . .
*laughs*
That's the funniest thing I've ever heard!
Gary: *laughs* So is this like . . . stepping INTO the closet?
Guys, stop laughing!
Shut up! Stop it!
*Does her best to work her way up into the tree house*
Oscar: This . . . this . . .
*gasping for breath after laughing so hard*
This is too much. This is just too much!
*crosses his arms*
*sulks*
You boys WISH I was gay, yeah you do.
Gary: *laughs harder*
Oscar is, I believe, taken.
Oscar: And Gary's . . .
*frowns*
*glances at Gary in the mirror*
Gary, are you gay?
Gary: NO!
Oscar: So, do you have a girlfriend?
Gary: . . . I'd rather not talk about it, if it's all the same to you.
Oscar: *shrugs*
Fair enough.
. . . You people are going to tease me about this forever, aren't you.
Oscar: What, for being straight?
. . . Yeah, yeah we're gonna tease you.
*sulks*
Oscar: *laughs*
Gary: *laughs*
THE END
Alexis: *follows
(Poor photo :/
I mean, that's really mean of the others, to make fun of him like that.
Especially Oscar. With his OCD, I'd have expected more of him, than to make fun of someone like that.)
(Actually
BOTH with their OCD.
^Excuse that correction.
(I generally spend time with more guys than girls, and let me tell you, guys are really cruel to their friends. It's how they show that they care.)
(Besides, come on.
It's rather funny.)
(Tis. *lays in a ball*
*works silently beside Ravel*
Ravel: hey. *puts arm around* Its lunch. Do you want to go to Dublin?
Is it lunchtime there?
Ravel: No. I forget.
(I know how guys act- I've got two older brothers.... Bah, they were usually mean to me for superiority's sake.
I just can't help feeling bad for Photo, though.)
*Tate pulls the corpse up the rest of the way and sits it on a chair in the treehouse*
*The corpse lets out a strangled scream again.*
(I my opinion, if I ever write a character that you SHOULDN'T feel bad for, I ought to be smacked upside the head.)
((Hellooooo))
Alexis: *sighs sitting down* so what do we do?
(Hullo, Fabi.)
(Well, I would love to go into a humanity debate that, in some way everyone ought to be pitied, but I'm still a little dazed from sleeping...)
Hush... *Glances at Tate* You have to keep him from the silver. This is withdrawal...
We, on the other hand, need to see what we can do from the outside.
((Annika! Good to see you again!))
Hi Fabi! *hugs*
(It is good to see you again too, Fabi!)
Alexis: I could try from my point of view....I've learned to eneter the mind but I'm pretty sure I need to rid this place of the silver lake
(Gosh, now that I'm done with that story I don't know what to do now. It'd have to be something short.
. . .
. . .
*sigh*
Any requests?)
Tate: You're leaving now?
What if it gets him again?
*Another clump of fur falls from Tate. He doesn't even notice it as he's talking*
(I'm still open to using Zaf or Ravel if you want,)
Alexis: you gotta keep him away. Do whatever it takes, do not let him leave.
(I could... Well, I could try something. It depends if you like Lysander or not, and who you happen to be.
Of course, you could write something again... But, you know..)
We have to, Tate.. The silver can to him physically. This damage was done by a physical problem, I believe it has a physical solution.
(I only met Lysander briefly, but sure! Why not!
I don't know when I'll have to leave, though, fair warning.)
*strolls through the snow*
*to her usual haunt*
*the abandoned swing set*
((Hi Adra, Em, Zaf [hugs]))
((Oh gosh))
((That plot twist did not just come into my head. Ioux, I hate you.))
(Ioux!
*hugs Ioux*)
Tate: I understand.
I trust you to do right by Master Lorcan.
Alexis: *pats his head gently* We will, Tate.
*Lysander clears his throat from begins Precocious* Ahem.
*jumps slightly*
*looks over her shoulder*
Ah, it's you!
*smiles*
Of course..
*Lysander bows* Ms. Barnosky, it is a pleasure to stumble upon you again. I hope you are well?
(Oh. Right. Yeah....*sighs* forgot I'm probably still untrusted to not lose my ever loving mind....yeah. Ought to remember that. *mutters and decides to just probably vanish*
*Doctor Precocious smiles*
I'm doing quite well. Better than I have in a long while. How are you . . . Lysaindre, was it?
Pardon me, I'm dreadfully bad at names.
*Lysander looks mildly peeved, but washes that away* Lysander, Miss. It is no problem, it isn't exactly a conventional name.
And I'm... If life were water, lukewarm.
*blushes*
Right, Lysander. I'm dreadfully sorry.
. . .
*looks uncertain*
Was there something you specifically wished to discuss, or were you only saying hullo?
I'm fine either way.
Actually, I was on my way to a, er, *glances at his dictionary* café, but it would be terribly rude of me to not invite you now, and leave you in the cold.
(Is Em still here? Because how the hell do we get topside again?
And when Trip gets here, er... He can decide whether or not he wants to stay?)
Well, if you don't mind, I would love to accompany you.
Which café was it? Was it Rebecca's?
*Offers her his arm*
Actually, I haven't a clue what it is called, just what it is.
((Ioux: [Smiles pleasantly at Ms. Barnosky] ))
((Effie: [Sticks an obnoxiously tropical flower in his hat when he isn't looking]))
((Ioux: [Notes the existence of a mirror and remarks that Ms. Effie should know better] [Removes flower and grinds it under shoe] [Realizes that the flower was actually a silver half-dollar] [Pockets it, mumbling something impolite about illusionists] ))
(Effie :3)
*takes his arm*
Well, let's be off, then.
*He nods, beginning to walk*
Might I inquire as to why you are out in this ghastly weather?
(Heh.. Okay..)
*Adra yawns, sitting*
*And is terribly cold* MADAME
IT'S REALLY COLD
(I'm kinda bored now....:/ guess I now hae to write solo
(Just think of the camp and you'll end up back there. Then Elizabeth can bring Lorcan out of the sedative)
I take walks, sometimes. It helps me think. Besides, I've dealt with more than just weather. The cold has never bothered me. Not much, anyway.
(Hmph never mjnd I hve better things to do then once agai write solo which is all I ever get stuck doing if Em isnt on. Goodbye. May or may not be back in a bit depends if I still have no other chocd to write solo
(((..)
*Lysander nods knowingly* I, too, come from a cold place- I usually live in the Mountains of Ra, which is fairly cold. On occasion, however, I might get a kinder day
(Aight, Em.)
*Begins to work on getting rid of the IV and the electro-sticker things*
((Effie indeed. She's either the best or worst character to have in your head, depends on her mood.))
(I'm here Zaf, you ninny lol)
*Elizabeth can see Adra and Zaf, starting to move. She slowly brings them out of the intrusion serum.*
Elizabeth: Welcome back to reality. Are you both feeling okay?
Hello! How are you all?
(I think it would be nice to have her in my head...?)
Gods, I feel like I'm going to be sick actually, Madame.
(Rhy! Hello!)
I've lived . . . I've lived in many places, at least, that I can remember. I haven't got the best memory, you see.
*laughs nervously*
I lived in Russia, once. But Rasputin rather ruined it for me so I went to England. I wouldn't have ever left, but the war came, and . . . well . . . I found Blogland.
*sighs*
(Hullo, Rhydian.)
Elizabeth: Do you need a bucket Adra, maybe a glass of water?
*She looks on as the nurses slowly bring Lorcan out of his sedative state. He just doesn't wake up. He gasps as if he's just been pulled out of water. The nurses start to check him over*
Wbd. Watching The Walking Dead :D
*Lysander nods, approaching the café, and opening the door for her*
I've always found Earth to be very... Droll. I quite enjoy Australia, though. Australia and Tibet.
(Okay Rhy! :3)
*She shakes her head, jumping from the table* no- excuse me-
*Adra runs for the restrooms, grabs a bin, and falls horribly ill*
Earth was a lovely place, once. I still love it, if only for that.
But they're destroying it, slowly.
*enters the café*
At least most things that try to destroy Blogland are easily identified by their cackling laughter and black hats.
*chuckles*
*Elizabeth follows Adra to the toilet*
Elizabeth: Is everything okay Adra?
Alexis: Where...how....
*The nurse Lara, starts taking the IV drip out and the electro pads off*
Lara: Welcome back Miss Alexis. How are you feeling??
*Lysander looks around, then glances at a menu, standing in line*
It is quite a shame that Earth is being destroyed. I remember when I was in what is now South America maybe five, six millennia ago, and it was absolutely stunning. Now, the majority of it is barren, and covered in cities.
It's a waste.
*quietly stands in line behind him*
A waste.
*She shakes her head, her eyes tearing up from the strain and continues until her stomach is completely empty, yet still churns*
*She falls to the floor, letting her head press against the cool ground*
Urgh... That was awful.
Alexis: light headed. And dizzy. Is Lorcan alright?!
*Lysander quickly looks over the food choices, and chooses a breakfast sandwich to eat, then waits for Precocious to order*
It is. I simply wish there was more that I could do. Of what I can, is plant, grow, nourish, but for every tree I grow, fifteen more are cut.
Just a muffin and a cup of tea for me, please.
Rebecca: *nods wearily*
*goes to get the orders*
At least you seem to be using your magic for something productive.
Magic has never brought me anything but misfortune.
What's going on atm?
*Lysander nods*
That happens. Have you ever thought that humans are simply not meant to carry these powers? To change the world so greatly, having tapped into something that is better left alone?
(Alexis, Trip and I were inside of Lorcan's head, and now we're outside, trying to keep him from dying due to silver exposure
And Precocious and Lysander are chatting at a café.
*looks at Lysander in wonder*
. . . Not a day goes by when I don't.
Rebecca: Tea. Muffin. Sandwich. Meh.
*passes Lysander his sandwich and takes the rest*
*sits down in a nearby booth*
(Brb going to car need to bundle
(Alright.)
*Lysander thanks her, taking the sandwich and primly sitting*
I do suppose that shall forever be a human's hamartia. Pride, for one, but believing that they are invincible, and their actions do not have consequences.
HELLO!
#ChaseForBookNine
I have never thought humanity was anything worthwhile. I suppose, if I weren't human myself, I would just mindlessly hate them.
*shrugs*
But, we all have our lots in life. And if my lot is to be human, then so be it.
*sips her tea*
*unwraps her muffin*
(Hullo, Star.)
(Hallo, Star!)
Hey Starry!
(Back
*Lysander begins to cut his sandwich*
Humans are still children, that is for certain. They have a lot to learn, and I believe there is something to come of then, but not for a while yet.
And, unfortunately, the best lessons are ones learned by the worst consequences
I'm pretty sure my DAMN BLOODY AWFUL characters decided to share their death plans with me when they did so they could laugh about how I was crying on the first day back at school. :P
My friend was repeatedly trying to inform me I was bipolar. I was angrily retorting that I was only upset because two of my very best friends had committed suicide and that that is a very valid reason to be upset.
(I mean, these friends of mine were imaginary. But they're still my friends.)
And OHMYGOSH, I missed this place immensely. :(
I am incredibly glad to be back.
I was feeling homesick (blogsick?) before I even GOT to school, on the bus. XD
And then at lunchtime I was just like (in between the "WHY WOULD THEY DO THIS TO ME?" and "I DON'T WANT THEM TO DIE"s) I WANT TO GO HOME. NO, I MEAN ONLINE. BUT THAT IS HOME. I DON'T WANT THEM TO DIE!!!!
Anyway, yes.
I think Hunter feels kind of guilty about telling me, actually. :P
I'm here now though. It's all good. This place is my anchor. *nods*
#ChaseForBookNine
(no
My babies
You tell them both that I said that they better fucking stay alive, yo.)
BUT SERIOUSLY.
I DON'T WANT THEM TO DIE.
WHY WOULD THEY DO THAT?
ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
THEY COULD HAVE DONE SO MUCH WITH THEIR LIVES!!!
The world can be transformed in a few months, days, hours.
THERE IS NO TELLING WHAT THEY COULD HAVE DONE IF THEY'D JUST . . .
Why.
WHY WOULD THEY LET EACH OTHER DO THAT???
Annikaaaaa! Hello!
I had to read my brother a bedtime story the other day, so I got my laptop and read him your Cabin Pressure crossover. *nods*
#ChaseForBookNine
*thoughtfully chews a mouthful of muffin*
*swallows it*
I have a friend . . . well, I call him a friend, anyway.
I thought he was human, until he said something that made me question him. It turned out that he was an Eldritch horror from beyond the boundaries of space and time itself, but that's not important.
The important thing is that he's a monster. I, as a monster hunter, have spent my life killing creatures like him. But when I met him I began to question that. Lord knows I've always questioned humanity.
It's a blessing, I think, to be a creature like him. Freed from humanity.
*sips tea*
Humanity used to be beautiful, now it's a poison.
Are you humanity, Lysander?
Are you like me, or are you something else, like him?
(Ahh!
*claps giddily*
I love my Cabin Pressure crossover!)
*Lysander considers*
I am an alchemist. That is all you need to know, Miss.
*smiles*
Fair enough, Lysander.
Fair enough.
@Adra: That's not the point.
My friend was saying "Just rewrite it!"
Me: It's not rewritten. It's just in my head.
. . . and "Just tell them not to!"
Me: They won't listen to me.
. . . and yeah, and . . .
*shrugs*
I've never really made a main protagonist die before. When I create them, I just want them to last foREVer. It's probably why they generally end up being immortal-unless-killed and hard to kill.
And now I just know how it ends.
And instead of the timelines stretching out and then fading into the mist, disappearing over the horizon, uncovered, unexplored . . . it stretches off and then breaks. Like an unfinished train track.
I'm not actually that upset about it atm. I was upset earlier, though.
And I just couldn't get the images out of my head, and it's just like . . . they end. They die.
And . . .
I DON'T WANT THEM TO DIE.
(It's rather nice to be able to talk about it, though.)
And then it's just . . . Last time I got upset over character conundrum, I said that half my life is this story of mine, so wherever I go I have memories connected to it, and every memory I have . . . they're never going to do so many things ever again, and it's like . . .
I KNOW them. And all that is . . . ended.
And . . . and . . .
I don't know.
#ChaseForBookNine
*Elizabeth gently rubs her back*
Elizabeth: What was awful Adra? You're worrying me now.
*Lara nods*
Lara: Yes he seems to be alright, we've just brought him back to his room to rest. He was still a bit groggy from the sedative.
@Anni: Me too!!! :)
#ChaseForBookNine
*He thoughtfully chews his sandwich*
Not everything non-human deserves a negative label such as "monster", Miss.
(I am not afraid of change.
I am not afraid of new things.
But I have never, ever, ever in my life wanted a story to end.
That's why, in my humble opinion, all the best stories end with
THE END . . ?)
(Star now, come on...
:/
Oh gods this is actually really sad.. Uh..
*hugs tightly*
There's plenty to do in the Afterlife?
I mightn't be helping...)
*Shakes her head* It's nothing, Madame.
Liz: [looks up as Rook enters the lab] What do you want?
Rook: [Starts to say something]
Effie: [Shoves Rook aside and strikes a heroic pose] Hi Liz!
Liz: [Tenses slightly, remembering how she's supposed to kill Effie] [Really doesn't want to, though.] Hello...
Effie: Dude, you can just say yourself that Fabi's your sister. The whole point of keeping it secret was to prevent blackmailing like this, huh? And it's a bit late to prevent it now.
Liz: Look, I appreciate that you're both trying to help, but [looks at Rook] I don't know you, and [Looks at Effie] I'm supposed to kill you.
Effie: I can fake-die if you want me to. It'll be a bit awkward, what with the business and all, but I'm sure I can manage.
Rook: That won't be necessary. [Goes outside to make a phone call]
Effie: Yeah, that new friend of yours is a weirdo.
Liz: [Looks at her shoes] I'm sorry, Effie.
Effie: What? You're not supposed to be sorry! Not the droid your looking for! Not a moon, it's a space station! I'm here to help.
Liz: [Smiles slightly, but it's a sad smile]
Rook: [Comes back in and stands off to the side]
Effie: Ooh, who did you call?
Rook: An...acquaintance. She should be here shortly.
Effie: Well, fine then.
(Star, have you listened to Cabin Pressure at all?
I promise you they are some of the funniest things you will ever hear.)
Of course not, Lysander, that's not what I'm saying at all. He identified himself to me as a monster.
*finishes her muffin*
*looks forlornly at the empty wrapper*
Alexis: can I go over to him?
(Damn.
I shall dedicate to Hunter and Ez. They're simply some of the best people I've had the pleasure to interact with, and I hope that they might realize that living is worthwhile..
*Raises glass*
(Liz... Poor Liz :/)
*Lysander finishes his own plate as well* Are you still hungry, Miss?
Lara: We just want to make sure he's really okay cause he has asked for a lot of water.
And I think you and Ms. Dark are needed by Madame.
Elizabeth: You and Alexis needs to tell me what happened. Are our suspicions right, is it a demented werewolf?
. . . Nah.
*crumples up the wrapper*
*tosses it into a nearby dustbin*
Rebecca: *lopes over*
*leaves the check on the table*
$8.95
*lopes away*
(Goodbye!)
*Lysander pulls out some change, leaving it on the table*
-
*Adra sighs* I don't know. The silver has poisoned him... His wolf is the only thing keeping him sane
(Bye Rhy!!)
I was . . . I was going to . . .
*shrugs*
Well, who am I to refuse?
Thank you very much for, paying, Lysander.
(I don't know what kind of strangeness happened with my commas, there . . .)
*Lysander nods* It was my pleasure, Miss.
*stands up*
I suppose . . . I suppose I should be going.
I had a lovely time, chatting with you. Thanks.
Alexis: its him not the wolf....
Elizabeth: It's still the silver? What happened in there?
*Lysander smiles, and takes her hand, bowing as if he were about to kiss it, but doesn't*
Until next time, Miss.
I hope so.
*smiles cheerily*
*steps back out onto the street*
There was a lake..? A silver lake. It was like a drug to him, and kept going for him, and he it. Like opium. We pulled him away, but I don't know how much time we have.
(I'm afraid that I have to go.)
*Lysander stands, drifting for an alleyway, making a small portal, and disappears back home to the Mountains of Ra*
(Bye Anni!)
@Anni: No. :/ Sorry.
@Adra: Thank you. :)
Plus the first Avenged Sevenfold song I fell in love with (and the first one I heard. Yeah, they're THAT good) was called Afterlife, and it is amazing, and so therefore the afterlife can't be that bad.
*realises how mad that sounds*
*oh, shut up, I can be mad if I want*
And - yeah . . . thanks. :) :) :)
And this is one of the reasons I like Blogland. *nods*
Although, you know . . . *shrugs* It's simply a really good ending. And it really FITS. And . . . idk.
And when I'm crying about my characters, I have people trying to make me stop crying and taking notice and caring, but . . .
Look, if the world found out Hunter was dead, there would probably be celebrations everywhere and they would probably celebrate the day for years to come.
Nobody cares about them expect them.
And . . . *shrugs*
Idk. I think I may just have to come to terms with the fact that that is how the story ends.
You know, in Chaos Walking, Viola is reading Tom's Ma's diary. And she's reaching the end for like the third time, and whoever's talking to her (I can't remember who they were. Whoops) tells her to finish the last few pages so they can go back to the beginning, where she was happy and full of optimism.
And whenever I want to rewind, I think of that moment.
Because they're sort of the same feeling and the same colour.
*nods*
Damn, though, I've missed Blogland so much.
You know, Hunter's correct about me not having a life. XD
#ChaseForBookNine
Elizabeth: There has never been a cure for silver.
How damaged is he? How is his wolf coping?
Fours, Anni. :(
#ChaseForBookNine
Alexis: bad...
(You have a life!
And we all love Hunter and Ez, doesn't that count for something?
Wait
Hang on
If they die in the story... Will they not be on here anymore?)
He's falling apart... He looks like a corpse.
Elizabeth: Oh my...
*Elizabeth starts pacing.*
There is no cure for silver, no one tries to treat it. They just leave the wolf to die.
I am not going to leave him to die, but there is no cure...
*laughs*
Of course there's a cure..
Alexis: The mind. The mind is poisoned.
Elizabeth: You know of one Adra?
Not yet... *Her stomach twists again*
Ah, excuse me.. *Goes back to the bin, getting sick again*
Elizabeth: I'm worried about the fact that you're so sick afterwards Adra.
Do you feel okay Alexis?
Alexis: no
Gosh... *Goes to the sink, getting a new toothbrush from her bag and begins to brush her teeth*
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