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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Evening, fish.
Evening, cad.
(MEEEERRAAA)
* To Hyde* It was. No longer. What do you want?
(Alright, thank you.)
I'm afraid my situation is . . . complicated. And nothing a don't deserve.
. . .
I've always been a little in love with the idea of death.
So peaceful.
So quiet.
Maybe I will be better off.
Maybe the world will be better off.
*sips tea*
. . . Except tea.
It will be hard for me to give up tea.
(Ah, hullo, Sir Reingington.)
I am not allowed to visit? Just because I am here does not mean I am going to kill. If you insist I can kill you. Or the shark.
(Man.)
Greetings, Ms. Barnosky, Dark, and Charm.
...
And the knave, as well, I suppose.
The knave? I have a name, Sir.
Death isn't lovely. Hell is pain. *She shakes her head* Believe me, life is better.
*To Hyde* You're hilarious.
(I do hope you two intend to engage in a Shakespearian insult battle.)
One hardly worth uttering.
Well, you certainly know how to sooth a dying woman.
*laughs*
*a real, honest laugh this time*
*and pockets the echo-stone*
(Hot damn)
*soothe
*Adra gets up, and grabs them both one of her cookies* *She hands it to Precocious*
*bites into the cookie*
*savors the bite*
These are lovely. Did you make them yourself? I didn't think you'd have the time.
I would, Ms. Barnosky, but I fear the cockalorum had become a bit of a jollux in his age, and would not be able to keep up.
I... Have found myself with more time on my hands recently. That, and I bake like a madwoman when I'm stressed. *She half shrugs* I have so many more sweets prepared...
(Show off)
(Sir, if I ever met you in real life, I would vigorously shake your hand and ask you to go bowling.)
We all need our . . . stress reducers. Hobbies to take our minds off such trivial matters as apocalypse and imminent death.
*looks thoughtful*
I'm not certain what mine is. I suppose I drive. And drink tea.
There is no shame in speaking in such a manner to ruffians, Ms. Dark.
Sadly, Ms. Barnosky, as I am a fictional character, that is unlikely. Still, if the event were to occur, I would certainly take you up on that offer.
Both very good habits, of course.
*She waits for a response from Hyde* *She sighs in relief*
(I meant in your capacity as, whoever you really are, an excellent writer with a good sense of humor. I make it my business to "hang out" with those sorts of people whenever I can.)
(OMG)
*nods*
*finishes her cookie*
*sits a while in thought*
*staring at her wretched-looking self in the mirror*
Thank you, I suppose, Ms. Barnosky.
What is your cause for alarm, Ms. Dark?
(OMG ADRA WHAT ARE WE LOOKING AT?
*looks around for whatever Adra saw*
It is a flying pig?
I do love flying pigs. They're not as rare as one might think, you know.)
*her phone buzzes* *she sighs and looks at it* *she starts laughing*
From: Niall Wey Hey😎
wanna come over eh?
c'monnnn maraaaaa
come overrr
wey hey
maralie
harry says hi
zayn just licked the wall
mara what does substantial mean
*texts back* Niall, you're drunk.
You are a villian, Adrasdos Dark, you shouldhave stayed in Hell.
*She finishes her tea and goes to put it in the sink* *She feels her head swim and she sways for a minute* *She shakes her head, smoothing out her dress* *She turns to Precocious* Are you finished?
. . . Yes, I am through.
*looks at Adra with concern*
(It was I response to Sir. But it became capital, for some reason.
ONG the stag party! I forgot!)
*To Hyde* I am balanced. You are not. It was a shame that you weren't there with me. I would have left you.
*laughs* I'll see you there, Adrasdos. *steps out of the shadows sending the knife at Adrasdos' heart*
*She picks up Precocious's cup of tea for her and bringing it to the sink, then washing it, and drying it* *She sighs* Oh! I nearly forgot- you have eaten, yes?
*She turns and moves out if the way, turning, grabbing a knife off of her counter and whipping it at him*
Yes . . .
*looks at Adra with much concern*
*Adra has the look of one who is hearing voices*
*something Precocious would be very*
*very*
*familiar with*
*gasps in shock*
*and leaps to her feet*
*backing against the wall*
*blue energy crackling in her eyes and fists*
*it is weak, faded energy*
*almost gray*
From: Niall Wey Hey😎
no im not
this is not t craic .
maralie
mara
*texts back* Are you high?
no its hi how are you
*texts back, laughing hysterically* Jesus Christ, Niall Horan.
*catches the knife* Trying to kill me?
(Mara he is my favourite)
Trying to kill me?
*pressed agains the wall*
*heart pounding*
*her blue energy as crackling and fading*
*weak*
*and sickly*
*against
*She glances back* Precocious, sit down. And do not be arrogant and say you are alright. I won't tolerate that
Rook watches as Mister Ioux collapses to the floor, his skin turning a sickly shade of purplish-blue. He's not going to die, not yet. Rook picked something much more...appropriate.
Only one more thing he has to do before he can disappear again into the shadows.
Ioux opens his eyes and the color is gone, replaced by darkness. He reaches his hand upward and taps the low stone ceiling.
A twisted smile spreads across his lips.
"I suppose it's only proper to punish me in an equivalent manner," he says, although he is almost completely certain that Rook will not hear. "However, I have an advantage, as per usual. I'm curious, though. How do you plan to contain me when I already posess the only knowledge I need to escape?"
He jumps upwards then does a sort of flip, letting his head fall first onto the hard stone floor. He keeps falling.
Suddenly it's light again, and he's surrounded by the victims who have not yet awakened, and he suddenly realizes that this poisoned dreamworld is not only a creation of his imagination, but theirs.
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(*claps a hand over her mouth*
Ioux!)
A-arrogance?
Y-you will NOT accuse me of arrogance!
*the energy flares a little brighter*
*a little bluer*
(FABI THOUGHHHHHHHHH)
Greetings, Ms. Fabienne.
My, quite intriguing...
*She notices the change*
*She crosses her arms haughtily* It's true.
((i am enjoying this too much
so he should be, adra. so he should be.))
From: Niall Wey Hey😎
no im no t jesus christ
im louis tomlinson
no im not
waht
maralie guess ahat
what
louis licked my nose
this is t craic ive been waitin fo r
im hungri
hungry
o dea r
i thin zain jsut got sick
zayn
hey so me and u shud bang sometime
i meant hang
no i meant bang
*Mara covers her mouth with her hand and laughs*
*gritting her teeth*
*chest heaving*
I have been called a LOT of things in my life, Adra!
Dead!
Bitch!
Late for dinner!
Daft!
Cad!
Dear Heart!
*immediately regrets voicing the last one*
But I will NOT be called arrogant!
*blue energy flares brighter*
*and bluer*
*grins wickedly* Kill? No, Adrasdos. You are imagining things.
(Mara I'm crying from laughter)
Oh dear.
*She hisses* Then what is it that you want?
*takes a deep breath*
I . . . I'm sorry, Adra.
It's no use. What do I care?
Three days.
Three days.
Three days.
*the blue energy dies down*
*and she slumps in her seat*
((Ioux indeed.))
((What?))
((Thank you, Sir.))
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To simply visit! Is that such a hard concept? Jekyll says you have highy intelligent mages here, I have yet to see any 'intelligence'.
My, this roleplay certainly reflects the holiday spirit.
*doesn't even blink at the yet-to-see-intelligence comment*
*even though she cares more about that than the arrogance comment*
. . .
*Her jaw flexes, and she takes a step forward, glaring* Get out of my home.
(Aye)
I do not wish to do so. Where is the pet fox?
(And what does he say?)
(I apologize. I just couldn't resist.)
... He's dead
("Long live King Richard")
(Ooh de lally ooh de lally golly what a day.)
You killed the fox? What does he have to say for that? Fox killer.
(Nostalgia()
(Nostalgia.
*nods in wistful agreement*)
I didn't. He was crushed. To bits. I would never do that- such accusations would be invalid.
Now. *She reaches for the counter, walking forward and presses a knife to his throat* Out of my lab.
*She pauses, realizing the knife is not a knife, but a carrot*
(Sir- just a reminder, you're more than welcome to participate if you wish)
((Okay to make this easier mara's texts are in bold and anyone else's has their name in front of it ok good))
you have been entered into a group chat!
oh god no
Niall: wey hey maralilycharms
Harry: are you tlaking to my fiance
Louis: pENIS JOKEZ
Liam: Why wasn't I responsible. I should have stayed at home.
Liam oh my god what happened
Niall: ya i am hrry
Niall: harry
Liam: they're all drunk.
Zayn: someone should clean up my puke haha :)x
Niall: tht is not t craic
Louis: im a boss ass bitch botch bitchewc nxsqjilx
oh god this is the funniest thing i have ever seen
Harry: knock knock
Niall: oh jesus
Liam: oh no
Louis: no
Zayn: go roll around in my puke harry stylinson
Louis: larry is rEAL BITCvjeHaeaassssS
what even
Harry: whos thernen urine
Liam: urine who
Louis: zayn marri meh
Zayn: perri is marriyn me tho m8 sorry haha :)x
Niall: this wall tastes lik da craic
Harry: urine secure dont know what for
Louis: zayn no
Zayn: srry m8
Niall: wall wna marri meh
Louis: fuk off m8 im marryin da wall
Zayn: but wah abo me
Louis: fuk u zen
Zayn: D: x
Harry: do u get my joke
Liam: leaving bye
Liam has left the group chat!
Louis: leym bby no y
Zayn: fuk u hes min
Louis: go fukin bang peri peri chicken leyms mine
Harry: pls tell me u liked my joke
this is hysterical
*eyes the carrot and backs away mocking her* Oh how shall I tremble in fear! The might Adrasdos Dark has threatened to kill me with a carrot! *eyes widen in mock fear* *throws a knife at her neck*
*blinks*
Oh look, Adra's trying to kill the gentleman in the hat.
How lovely.
*stares at the tabletop*
*takes the cane/stick and hits Precious across the face with it*
(Mara!!!!)
*She tosses the carrot aside* *She widens her eyes, and jumps back, but the knife embeds itself into her shoulder* *Her jaw drops, and she swings a rather rubbish punch at him*
*tumbles out of the chair*
*face-first on the floor*
*pushes herself up on her elbows*
RUDE.
*easily blocks Adrasdos' punch and sends one of his own to her throat*
Judith smiles mercilessly, letting the images of all the people Ioux has wronged swirl around him. In the weeks since her death, she's gotten better at controlling the dreamworld, choosing which parts of her subconscious it draws from. That's all she is now, after all. A subconscious. And a voice inside her sister's head. Janis and Sandra are still in the hospital from what those men did to them. The same men that killed Judith.
She actually has no grudge against them. One was being blackmailed with death threats to his kidnapped mother, and the other two really didn't see her as a person. Once they did, once they knew her as more than a name and a face, their own guilt would be enough of a punishment. She let herself believe that that would happen.
Ioux, however, she hated with a passion. Now he was in the same level of reality as her, and since she could never leave, she'd make sure he couldn't, either.
A tear trickled down her cheek as she realized she was turning into a vengeful person. She wasn't like that.
The images around Ioux stopped and there was just...space, holding him in position.
There were tears in his eyes, too...
Well, that was stupid. Of course there couldn't be. He was faking remorse, trying to twist her into releasing him. That wouldn't happen, that would never happen.
But there she went again. She was thinking only of herself. She wasn't like that. Rather, when she was alive, she hadn't been like that. Who was she now? Nothing. No one.
If not for her own selfish idea of revenge, then, she'd keep him here for all the people he won't get the chance to kill.
She smiles grimly.
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((peri peri chicken gets me everytime...))
Thank you, Ms. Dark, but for now I am content to merely watch. I am still firm in my belief that roleplay is a spectator sport.
*She chokes, her back hitting the corner of the sharp counter* *She blindly reaches for a weapon*
(Meh, Sir. Meh.)
(Meera :3)
(Fobwa I am watching you btw!!)
(Ioux . . .)
*takes the cane and hits Adrasdos rather hard across the face* *it appears he is enjoying her pain*
*scrambles across the floor*
*into a closet*
*and shuts the door*
*breathing heavily*
Can't get hurt . . . here . . . can't . . . get hurt . . .
*She winces* I'm going to regret the bruise from that... *She stomps down against Hyde's lower leg, with a hit hard enough to break*
. . .
. . .
I'm going to die in three days.
I'm not even going to see Christmas.
*closes her watering eyes*
. . . I'm a despicable creature.
I am going to die. What is my life worth now?
Nothing.
My life is worth nothing.
*opens the closet door*
So I'll go help Adra.
*She moves her hand, and a small wall of rock raises from the floor, blocking the Doctor's door so Hyde can't get in*
*tries to open the door*
*it bangs against a wall of rock*
. . .
. . .
Alrighty then.
*a faint cry is heard as he backs away and disappears into the shadows* *it sounds like two men are arguing*
*She looks at the door* *She raises her voice* Don't fight, Precocious... You'll only get hurt... *She's struggling to breathe*
Oh.
Oh dear.
I suddenly recall that I have been party to a crime most foul, and must atone immediately.
What's he going to do?
Kill me?
What's he going to do?
Torture me mentally?
What's he going to do?
Put me in a wheelchair?
*struggles to open the door*
You're leaving, Sir?
Cracking open your mind is undesirable, isn't it?
*doesn't reply*
*just angrily bashes the door against the stone wall*
Quite the opposite, Ms. Dark.
*knocks upon Ms. Dark's door*
...
Ms. Dark? Are you there? I have your pen!
(( gag presents are my specialty. :)
hi all))
(Why, hullo, Forgotten Detective.)
*She waves her hand, and the door opens on it's own* S'open!
*She sighs, breathing more heavily, and feeling quite weak* Precocious, please..
(Hello, Snow *waves*)
Let me out!
*blue energy flares in her hands*
This is entirely unacceptable!
((Fabi... Wow.. D: Ioux..))
I'm going to sleep now enjoy your night please don't get very drunk x
Niall: bye mara
Louis: hey man did you tell mara you kissed that girl
Harry: louIS SH
Harry has left the group chat!
Louis: oh no
Zayn: D:
Mara has left the group chat!
Niall: tht is no t t craic
(( *pokes all* how goes it you lot?))
Greetings, Ms. Stormberg.
*opens the door*
*walks in, gingerly holding a rather ordinary-looking ballpoint pen*
(I am well. It is Christmastime, after all.
Precocious is quite dismal.
Oscar is over the moon.
And Echo-Tarot is a little bit sleepy.)
(Meera WhUt)(alright, Snow. You?)
*She sighs, exasperated* Precocious, please
Don't "Precocious, please" me!
*angrily slams the door shut*
This is distressing me!
*Adra looks at the knife in her shoulder then groans as she pulls it out, dripping with her own blood*
*heals self having gained control* *ties hair back up and walks out towards the others* Miss Dark, I do...I do not know how he is gaining control to get here.
Don't be, Doctor. I'll let you out in a second..
(( i'm good. joking around. i love Christmas for the jokes...))
*She waves her hand, and the rocks disappear*
*She looks at Henry, wiping her forehead* Ah... That seems to... Be... Unfortunate...
((I'm sorrrrryyyyyyy. When one of my characters becomes popular, he/she must be tortured emotionally, physically or both. It's how I survive stupid stomach bugs.))
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*slowly pushes open the door*
*and steps out*
*very stiffly*
. . .
(*hugs Fabi and hopes she gets better*
Ms. Barnosky, I find malagrugrous to be a delightful synonym for dismal.
*walks through the nearest open door, and sees a quite tired-looking Ms. Dark, and Mr. Jekyll*
...
I must admit, while I have seen more jargolgling scenes, perhaps I should merely return the pen another time?
*She looks at Sir out of the corner if her eye* A pen?
(But Iooooux.
*looks very sad*
*writes "Ioux" all over her notebook*
*like a lovesick teenager*
Mother: *walks in*
Who's Ioux?
Ioux is a gentleman, Mother.
Mother: . . . A gentleman named Ioux?
Yes, Mother.
Mother: . . . That's weirder than the dude named Sir.
*backs slowly out of the room*)
( fabi... who did you kill off?? speaking of killing off... lea was in the underworld, wasn't he?))
*She shakes her head, holding a cloth to her shoulder* You're such a show off..
I am sorry Miss Dark. *looks at Precious* And the same to goes to you Miss...?
*returns to the kitchen*
*looks around at the lack of bloodshed*
. . .
*sigh*
*notices Sir*
Ah! Hullo there, Sir.
*looks at Jekyll*
. . .
. . .
We've met before, I think?
((That's the thing, though. I won't get better. It's been one thing, then another follows at its heels and I haven't been normal in ages.))
((Should I continue with Ioux or move on to where Rook went?))
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(PreCOcious.)
...
Quite.
In any case, yes, a pen, from that one situation in which you treated my foot while I could not speak. When I egressed so quickly, I spirited away the pen that I used for communication.
*offers it to her*
(Move on to Rook. I don't want to read about Ioux being tortured.
*gazes off into the distance*
*her hair rippling gracefully in the wind*)
(*hugs Fabi* *Rocks her*)
*She breathes* I'm sorry.. My friend... For locking you in the...closet..
(( lol... anni... i right bloglandian names in and on my books and people are like "oohh. who are they?" ))
It . . .
*sighs*
Think nothing of it. I've been locked in far worse places.
*blinks*
((I wish I could say I was sorry, Annika.))
((Nooooooo one, Snow. Not yet. Read up?))
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*She reaches out with her other hand* Thanks... *She takes it*
*She nods to the Doctor* As have I..
*pulls up a chair*
*sits*
Can I help in any way?
I'm not much with healing. That's more Oscar's area . . .
Maybe I should just stay out of the way.
(( right... no ones been checking out my blog... and i've put some very... me... pictures on it.))
((I mean, I could say I was sorry, but at this point, I'd be lying.))
((Rook it is.))
((hugs Adra))
((I have Bloglandian names written down in cool fonts. No one gets to see it, though. I hide the clipboard in a corner.))
((Btw, Anni, if it makes you feel any better, you're the only reason Liz and Effie didn't kill Ioux back at the underground hospital place.))
((Well, maybe not the only reason.))
((Still.))
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(Yes, Fabi.
It makes me feel significantly better.
I hope that eventually Ioux and Precocious can role-play together again.
I would very much like them to be buddies.)
(( hmm... what should i draw??))
((I thought I was following your blog...? I've been checking my dashboard.))
#ChaseForBook9
(Draw Oscar.)
Ah, you can if you- *She sways off balance*
*Slides down the kitchen cabinet, one hand still to her shoulder*
This...this is embarrassing..
(I would like to make it clear that though Doctor Precocious may technically be called my "main" character, Oscar Neurotic is just as important and fun to write as she is.)
(( hmm... okay fab. did you look at the post i did yesterday?
and... what does he look like anni? just a quick description... (warning: the picture might be awful) ))
((I'll let you know if that is at all possible.))
((Obviously not at the moment, but it'd be cool sometime.))
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*gestures at her own clothes and hair and face and general overall look*
It would be very difficult for you to embarrass yourself in front of me.
You may have met me. I do not remember, ma'am.
:/
oh.
guess i'm still not good enough...
*disappears*
The drawings were lovely, Ms. Stormberg.
...
Ms. Dark, you really should be sitting down.
In a chair, mind you, not on the ground.
(Quick Description: Oscar has neat black hair with a white stripe in it, always wear black suits, never wears a tie, always wears gloves, is tallish, is thin, and it never seen without moist towelettes in his pockets.)
(Mara?)
(( MARA!!!! *hugs* I DIDN'T SEE YOU THERE!! DON'T GOOOO))
My name is Doctor Precocious.
*holds out hand for Jekyll to shake*
I will be available for exactly three days, if you want to go get some coffee or something.
No, no, the grounds...nice.
I'm too weak to move..anyway...so...yeah
((Maraaaaaaaa shut up. You're good enough for all of us.))
((Puts a chocolate in her mouth so she can't argue and hugs her))
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Ms. Charm, there is no standard for human beings. That being said, if there was, you would surpass it.
Ms. Dark...
Well, you are the doctor here, I suppose.
*pauses*
Besides the good Doctor, of course.
*Murmurs* That name didn't come from a degree, I expect..
*shakes hand* I have heard through your friend's minds. You know I'm pretty good with true names. And I know a person who could block your name from you but allow you to acess your magic.
I chose my name to honor my uncles. One who has done nothing but love me, and one who stole from me any chance I had at happiness.
*smiles sadly at Jekyll*
My dear Henry . . . if I may call you that . . . my situation is not as simple as all that. There are three parts of a human: True Name, Body, and Consciousness. My body and true name were torn apart, leaving me with a shattered and fragmented consciousness.
My true name is . . . quite out of my hands, now.
*There are quick footsteps, and Priya appears at the doorway, and her eyes find Adra* *She gives a patronizing look to the others, then rushes to Adra's side, one hand at her cheek* *Adra looks up at her*
I am fine, sister..
*Priya gives her a look*
((R.I.P. Snowduggery))
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((oh my god... i cannot draw a suit... lol... anni you are so gonna laugh at this when it's done...))
*sits by the fire, filling a black notebook with seemingly random letters and muttering softly to self*
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(Awh, Fabi!!)
(That's the idea, Snow, that's the idea . . .
*chuckles*)
...
*sighs*
Bally true names.
*nods idly at Ms. Priya*
no.
you don't understand.
...
none of you ever will
*is gone*
(Hello, Niccolo/Aretha! *hugs and waves*)
(( Snowduggery...?? fabi... what??))
(Hullo, Aretha!)
*smiles and goes out seeing Niccolò* *sits beside him* Hello Mr. Croatoan. (I always wanted Jekyll to mert Nic, this may end badly
(( :-/... *hugs mara*))
A
(Mara!
...:/ I hope you're okay)
*Priya pulls Adra up, and pulls her to the porch, and sets her down* *She signs* "It was too crowded".
(I will take it.)
(Ya little ARGH)
(Gosh-darned it I suppose I will not.)
(( lol adra! best set up ever))
(I'd like to ded to Christmas, to Merlin, and to Mara for being the most lily-golden gosh darn amazing girl ever)
(*raises glass*
Merlin!
*raises another glass*
Christmas!
*raises a third-glass*
*no one knows how*
Maralie!)
Greetings, Ms. Tesla.
Hrm.
((I offer you my condolences, Maralie, whatever they may be worth to you. I am unsure of what you are referring to, but I wish you good fortune nonetheless.))
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*quietly begins making herself a cup of tea*
*Adra moans softly as Priya moves the fabric on her shoulder aside, and looks at the wound* *Adra looks up at her friend, then to a mirror, noticing the sharp bruise line that goes across her cheek*
(So! Let us have a vote: if I let Hyde out on Niccolò who will die first?)
((Skulduggery the snowman! D:))
((Mara...we love you!))
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(Hyde, undoubtedly.)
*continues to write, completely unresponsive*
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(Hyde. If Niccolo even notices him.)
(( oh thank god... you had me worried fabi!
HEAR HEAR!))
Mr. Croatoan do I really need to go down the route of hitting? Are you brain dead?
((While I greatly appreciate your confidence in my combative abilities, Annika, I am afraid that in my current state anyone who wished to could likely kill me with unprecedented ease.))
#ChaseForBook9
(Let's find out! I bet Nic will hardly notice...maybe Ari would but Nic will notice crap. He wouldn't notice if he was on fire.)
(My mother has recently begun asking me why I find role-playing so fun. She pointed out that I haven't, in the grand scheme of things, been on here for very long, and that I can't have made friends.
I know I'm the rookie here, but you like me, do you not? You would be upset if I suddenly vanished forever?)
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