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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Zafira: *comes down with Ravel, Christopher close to her in her arms* What do you want, Niccolò? What has the 'heathens' done to you?
Ravel: *is close to Zafira quiet, waiting*
(Hello! I'm back!
Aretha- am I still with you, or can we presume we took you back to the lab?
Ah, it probably doesn't matter, multitasking and all..)
They, to me? No. Nothing. Nonbelievers are famously useless. I just thought we'd have a nice little chat. Firstly, have either of you actually done anything against Mevolent, aside from getting captured and breeding like rabbits?
#ChaseForBook9
((Hello, Adra. Aretha is perfectly alright with either instance. I shall be speaking on her behalf, as I do not currently have access to a computer.))
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Zafira: Me? No. If I recall you once told me I should lead and inspire not fight on the front lines. So to be honest, I have no yet gone far.
Ravel: I have. But what do you even care?
*slips into Niccolò's line of sight, Olivia silently struggling*
(I apologize in advanced I may become a tad distant. )
(Okay. Well, to make things easier, we could just go ahead and say that the trio came back... Perhaps, until you get to a computer, we could just say that she's resting.)
Yes, I said lead. There are things to be done aside from fighting. I suppose you wouldn't know, undisciplined as you are. To think they even gave you any power... Well, what do nonbelievers know. *shadow travels to Hyde and then shunts both of them to the Palace*
#ChaseForBook9
((I do not mind typing for two, however your offer is appreciated, and if you have other business to tend to I shall accept.))
#ChaseForBook9
(It's your choice- however, if two seems to be tedious, I'm alright with going on my own)
Olivia: What do you want with me?!
Quiet child!
*Emerges from her bedroom, looking nonetheless more rested than before, a major headache in her head. The dark circles are only accentuated under her eyes, against her pale skin, and two bruises from where she was hit yesterday are all but back against her cheek and neck*
*Glides to the kitchen to search for food, but in reality, she will find her appetite to me gone again*
((It is no trouble, Adra.))
Aretha: I'm so grateful that you came for me last night, Adra, but are you ok? You look so tired, and the way you collapsed there...
#ChaseForBook9
*She smiles* I'm alright. I just lost my energy. It took quite a bit of it to heal you- Priya needed the extra boost to heal you quickly.
In any case, I'm glad you're alright. *She goes to the kitchen* You ought to eat- breakfast? Lunch? Anything? I've got it all.
Copy: Well now. Shall we place her in a cell and torture her, or turn her to Mevolent to be used as leverage?
#ChaseForBook9
Torture first, then turn her over to Mevolent.
Olivia: *bites Hyde and gets free running at Niccolò aimig to knee him*
Aretha: I know you're all about helping people, and I can't thank you enough for healing me, but you're bruised, and the rings under your eyes are too dark to be just lack of energy... I don't know what's going on and I don't like to pry, but make sure you take care of yourself. If there's anything I can help you with, or if you just want to talk, let me know, ok?
#ChaseForBook9
*She doesn't smile*
*Her lip wobbles*
*Rushes forward and hugs Aretha tightly*
*hugs Lantern*
Here now.
Sorry, I poofed earlier.
#ChaseForBookNine
(*Cuddles Fabi* hi)
(Zafira would like to know if she has ever given a description of Olivia?)
Copy: *dematerializes, letting the knee pass through him, and steps to Olivia's back* *materializes again and grabs her from behind, one hand keeping a tight grip on her shoulder and the other pressing a knife to her neck* You're a feisty little one, aren't you?
#ChaseForBook9
Four days. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
((Hello, Fabienne. Aretha sends her affections.))
Aretha: *hugs her tightly back* Hey, it's ok. You want to talk about it? *keeps hugging her*
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Olivia: *kicks at even when he has a knife to her* Let me go! I was taught what to do if you cane for me. And my parents do not breed like rabbits they agreed they only wanted three of us! More then you could dream.
(Fabi NOOOO come back!
And yes
Four days :P)
... I probably should.
*pause*
I was cursed about a week ago. Someone carved my arm up pretty bad and when I went to see Trip, he suggested that it could be a curse, since the cut marks didn't disappear. Which makes sense because that was around the one that I started feeling poorly.
But yeah.
((...If you want, you're more than welcome to join Aretha and I- even if you are distant or whatnot. But if you prefer to stay in the stream of thought, that's fine as well. Whichever makes you happy *hugs* *Ruffles her hair*)
Copy: *ignores her kicking* *presses the knife in harder, so she starts to bleed very slightly* *pulls her back towards the cells* Rule number one: don't have a family. Any amount of children would be too many. You're their weakness, Olivia. You're holding them back.
#ChaseForBook9
((You're always more than welcome to join us if you so desire, Fabienne.))
#ChaseForBook9
Olivia: *he can feel her trembling once she feels the blood* I'm not a weakness!!! My parents know dang well I'm atrong enough to handle spoiled 500 year old prats!
*follows and hits Olivia with the cane* Spoiled is he? I'd be quiet, child. He did things to your mother you would never be able to understand.
(Niccolò, I shall be back in about 10min. I shall write a reply then. I must go wrap my parent's presents whilst they are not present.)
Aretha: Oh, I'm sorry... That's messy... Did Trip have any advice for you?
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Well... *She reaches into a bag and pulls out a small knife* We have this, and someone's coming today to have a look at it... So hopefully it'll be reversed and it'll all be over.:
*She goes to the table and begins to move some things- presents, wrapping paper, her smokin' hot Christmas dress, and turns around again*
And like I said before. You should eat. Is there anything in particular you'd like?
(Okay Fabi. *hug*)
Aretha: Ok, that's good, at least. I'd be tempted to ask Niccolò, but he'd probably just try to kill me or something...
#ChaseForBook9
Damn, sorry, poofed. D:
I'm probably distant, too . . . :(
#ChaseForBookNine
(I am back now.)
Aha fine then. *Begins to make Belgium waffles*
And as for him, I wouldn't say that...
*She half shrugs-*
((This works occasionally, just being someone else.))
((Not sure if it'll work this time, tbh.))
((Fabi wants to try, though. She's starting to feel bad about making a fuss.))
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(:/ okay Star)
(A fuss? Nonsense. As you wish, though. Feel free to come to the lab. There will be waffles.)
Aretha: ...Why? Have you seen him, or heard from him, or...?
Copy: *laughs loudly* Then I've overestimated them yet again. You're a little girl. Nothing more. Pathetic. *finds an empty cell and shoves her in, locking it shut* Now, what to do to you first?
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(([Shrugs] Okay.))
[Walks through Blogland, wearing a dark blue winter coat instead of her usual black hoodie]
[Also, sunglasses]
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*She nods* I saw him. Although I don't think he can say the same for me...
*She puts two waffles on a plate, and hands them to Aretha* Eat up. Even if you aren't hungry
Olivia: How about shutting your mouth?
Hyde: *is quietly watching then decides to allow Niccolò the honours*
Aretha: Oh, thank you. *picks up a fork* *pauses* Is he ok?
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[Stomach rumbles]
[Remembers she hasn't had breakfast]
Oops.
#ChaseForBook9
((My apologies- I must be off. When I shall return, I cannot say with certainty.))
#ChaseForBook9
((@Lantern: That's fine. :) *hugs* Be someone else.))
#ChaseForBookNine
(Well when you return, I am sure all of us can continue. See you Niccolò.)
*She spots Liz out in the snow, and knocks on her window to get her attention, then motions for the door and for her to come in*
*Turns back to Aretha* he is unharmed. Mentally and emotionally, well, I'm sure you know the answer. *Sighs* I spent- still spend- days at a time looking for ways to help him. It's just so frustrating..
((See you. [Waves]))
#ChaseForBook9
(Okay! Goodbye!)
(*Pokes Star* Will the lovely pair of etherdemons be accompanying us for Christmas Eve? :D)
((:( Fours, Liz/Lantern!))
((I might roleplay.))
((Idk.))
#ChaseForBookNine
@Adra: Yeah. :)
Well . . . actually, that's a maybe. If I'm there, they will be, but it's Christmas Eve, and you Americans are generally online when I'm asleep (and I'm not staying up late the night before Christmas), and you know, on Christmas Eve you have to do family things like . . . idek, actually.
But if I'm online when it's all happening, they'll be there. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
(:/)
*A knock on Adra's door, then it opens, a familiar face sticking though*
(YAYYY! Because they really are fun to be around
Except when Hunter is trying to kill me, and I him)
That's a good point. When is this Christmas Eve thing going to be? As in, what time?
In a day, there's 49 hours around the world, you know?
#ChaseForBookNine
[Squints at the window]
[Shrugs and walks over]
((Not leaving...?))
#ChaseForBook9
@Adra: Thank you. :)
I kind of want to roleplay rn, and I kind of don't at the same time, so I'll probably just sit here and dither for a bit. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
((@Liz/Lantern: Ohs.))
((Nvm.))
#ChaseForBookNine
(I think it's the full Christmas Eve until 12 in Seattle.
Okay :/)
*She ushers Tony in, and points to the knife*
*Tony looks off*
*He wanders away to look at it* *Adra smiles faintly as Liz walks up, and waves*
((@Adra: Okay. :)
I won't be there for the end of it, then.
Well, half of it, seeing as it's the most active when I'm asleep.
That'll be a LOT of comments to read. :P))
#ChaseForBookNine
((@Adra: Okay. :)
I won't be there for the end of it, then.
Well, half of it, seeing as it's the most active when I'm asleep.
That'll be a LOT of comments to read. :P))
#ChaseForBookNine
Uh, hi.
[Considers whether to ask "Are you alright?" or "Are you a friend of Fabi's?" or "Is that waffles I smell?"]
#ChaseForBook9
To be perfectly honest
i'm not sure i want a ball on Christmas eve
because when you're just being comfortable and traditional
and only popping here once in a while
you kind of want blogland to be BLOGLAND
but that's okay, you know? :)
*hugs everyone*
Balls are fun. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
(I understand, Star.. *hugs* Tbh, I actually don't know how many people will be here, what with it actually being Christmas Eve.)
*waves* Hi, Liz! How are you? *Motions for her to come in to the warmth*
*goes back inside and freaks* He has Olivia!
Ravel: Look he wants us to come for him, lets prove him wrong. Look after Christopher, Zafira. The baby needs you. I'll ask Saracen and Vex to go with me later, lets wait. He may hurt her but she is never going to be unrevivable
@Adra: I know. :)
I was just thinking about how little of it I'd be here for.
It's like . . . when it's the Requiem Ball, you just try and spend every moment you can here, and Blogland is pretty much the focus of everything, and you just kind of book all your free time for it.
But when it's Christmas Eve, CHRISTMAS is the centre of attention. And Blogland will always, at most, be kind of secondary.
And you know in SP, when Valkyrie had to go get her true name sealed and stuff on Christmas Day? She was like, but it's CHRISTMAS! Because Christmas only happens once a year, and if you have to do something else, it just kind of ruins the fact that it's Christmas.
But please - I'm not trying to stop the Ball. I'm not denying that I'm complaining, but all I'm saying is that I'm disappointed with the timing and probably won't be here. I'm not telling you you can't have the Ball because my wishes must take precedence over everyone else and I obviously have the rights and lefts to destroy everyone's fun whenever I feel like it. The Ball will be amazing, as Balls here are, and I will enjoy it. Well, you know, unless the world is ending or something. :P
#CHaseForBookNine
[Walks over]
I'm fine?
[Says it like a question]
[Grimaces]
[Sits down]
[Fidgets]
#ChaseForBook9
*be here MUCH
#ChaseForBookNIne
I understand, Star. :) However, part of the reason it's happening is so that those who can't have/enjoy Christmas Eve in real life can still enjoy themselves here. Like me, I imagine. And others. Not many, but a few. *nods*
Also, Lantern and Zaf - I'm not ignoring you, it's just that you're roleplaying and I'm not, so I'm not really talking to you. :)
The same probably goes for Adra, but I was just speaking to her, so . . .
Actually, nobody's really talking, and I don't have anything to talk about, so unless I do decide to roleplay, I might just find something I need to do . . . (Um, this isn't me saying I feel unwanted. This is me saying that since my presence is not vital here and I'm not doing much, I could put the time to use. Like with making my Bloglandian Christmas present. :)
Or homework.
-_-)
#ChaseFOrBookNine
*She sighs, and goes to get her some waffles* How many would you like? And anything to drink?
@Adra: *hugs* *nods* I get it. :) :)
Christmas should be special, and Balls are special, so . . . yeah? :)
#CHaseForBookNine
I know I'll be here mostly until roughly 9:30pm that night my time when I have church but I'm excited to take John to the Ball.
*nods to Star* how are you, anyway?
((Yeah, I'll probably be here just for the very end. Don't know what my plans are))
((Uh, wbd, medicine))
Sorry. Thanks. Um, two? No, I'm fine. Fine.... [Considers]
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#Zsf: I know. :) It'll be cool. :)
Haha. Last year on Christmas Eve, we drove down to our church to go to the crib service, except the vicar's wife had told my mum the wrong time and it was just ending.
So we drove back up to our village to go to the crib service there, except that had just ended as well.
So we were just kind of sat there in the car like oh. Then we just went home. :P
Typical Taylor disorganization. XD
#ChaseForBookNine
No, you're getting two. *She puts two waffles on a plate and goes t hand it to her, with a glass of water*
*She sits* So, do you have anything to do for Christmas? Anywhere to go?
((@Lantern: Okay. :)))
@Adra: I'm good. :) First day of the holidays, you know.
You? :)
#CHaseFOrBookNine
First? This is my second :(
And that's good!
I've been better, but Merlin is cracking me up
I sing in my church choir as does my mom. So last year we went to my aunt and uncle's and we celebrated Christmas Eve with the Italian tradition of the seven fishes. So then we do presents so my mom Dad and I have to go by 8. So we drove, and at aproximatly the state line we had 45min to get the mass the roads were horrid we made it with 1min to go and my mom and I threw our robes on so fast
@Adra: Aw. :(
And - Merlin is amazing. :)
@Zaf: Well, it's good you got there. :)
Choirs are beautiful. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
Its usually crazy but the director is usually lenient with us since we are driving from New Jersey
Thanks...
Not really. I'm trying to patch things up with my sister, though... Which is really hard, considering, but I'm going to try. [Says the last bit like a challenge] [Takes a bite of waffle] [Smiles] Mom used to make waffles every Christmas morning... Andy and I would get whip cream and blueberry sauce all over our faces, and then Mira would eat all daintily, and... [Coughs] Yeah.
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You?
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Guyssssss you're evil. D:
Drawing the outlines of the Christmas present has rubbed so much pen off my rubber!!!
Some of the corners are getting a bit irreplaceable now. :(
#ChaseForBookNIne
@Zaf: Sounds cool. :)
I've never actually seen a choir in real life wearing robes, that I can remember . . . :P
#ChaseForBookNine
Well, you're more than welcome to hang out here, if you like. Family can sometimes be tedious to deal with.
And I don't seem to be doing much. Perhaps going to the ball, but I think that I'll be spending my Christmas alone *She smiles, and nods*
((Sorry Star?))
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(AHHHHH IM SORRY STAR!)
Oh! Wow. Okay msd going to hair dresser
(Hullo. Is anyone on?
There's a new post already!)
Thanks. Yeah.
[Tilts head, part of her just wanting to randomly spill everything, not really caring anymore]
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((Hello Annika!))
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((I've returned now. Fondest greetings to you all.))
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NEW POST
Ho hum
Reposting
Alexis: *kisses* Lorcan if you go so do I we are not being apart
Alexis, come with us. God knows I'll need you.
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Alexis, you can come too
Mara: Wait. Adra. *goes over to her* *hugs her tightly* Thank you.
(THE SECOND BREAKFAST!! *hugs*
*Priya sighs* "I told Adra I was going home... I'll go there..."
*Smiles* Don't let him go, Meera...
*Backs off* *Continues walking, pulling her hood up*
(He's back!)
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Alexis: you stay away Edward. Fine Trip, you can explain to Mom then.
... You told her that.
Hrm.
In any case, I suppose I wish you the absolute best of luck, Ms. Priya.
(I saw a picture that said the "Second Last Supper" of the last supper... Replaced by character from the Hobbit. Aye.)
*Priya's lip wobbles and she begins to cry, running to Sir and hugging him tightly*
Mara: *stands, looking out at the stars*
Harry: *wraps his arms around her and pulls her towards him* *starts singing softly*
Don't let me,
Don't let me,
Don't let me go,
Cause I'm tired of feeling alone...
(That's brilliant.)
I will. I'll say you'd have been a miserable pain if you didn't go, and she can visit you at any time, and you can visit her. I'll fight your corner, and I don't go down.
#ChaseForBook9
Alexis?
((Okay, lets get this done))
*lea nervously walks up to snows cottage and knocks on the door. Aftee a short minute, snow answers. She smiles when she sees lea*
Come in!
Lea: *walks in, not saying anything* *he looks down at his feet as snow sits next to him*
Okay... somethings wrong. What is it?
*Mr. Jar looks at Alexis sadly*
Jar: I'm afraid you can't come with us Miss. I was asked to just bring back Lorcan and Amelia, you won't be allowed into the facility.
Mr. Castalan, you are to remain by my side at all times when we get to our facility. I am to bring you straight to Madam Elizabeth as soon as we arrive.
*Lorcan kisses Alexis' hand*
Lorcan: I'll be fine Lexi, I'll write everyday. I'll come visit whenever I can. I just need to do this baby. You have to let me do this.
*sighs, and awkwardly wraps his arms around her*
There, there. I shall visit, you hardly need to cry...
(Harralieeee!)
*She pulls out a glass of wine, nodding, and drinks as she lazily walks*
((SIRIYA))
*Priya shakes her head*
Alexis: No. If I don't come then its over Lorcan. *turns on Jar and holds knife to Jar* Fuck off I'm coming or we have Grand Mages Kerias and Ravel involved, so I say, you best shut up and allow me to come. *cuts so he can feel a drop of blood* I'd be very nice and allow me or the facility is done.
Excuse us just one moment please Mr. Jar. *takes Alexis aside, whispers to her* I can get you in!
#ChaseForBook9
That is entirely inappropriate, Ms. Charm.
*ruffles her hair*
Well, why not, Ms. Priya?
(Em seriously don't leave me out! This is not fair Alexis should go and I will end it if you don't allow her)
((Aretha has posted... Something, on a new blog of hers. I believe it is her intention to dedicate it to my history... If I have any say in the matter, it will serve a different purpose, however.))
#ChaseForBook9
*pokes Mr jar* can we start going or not?
Also, you can't just threaten people with knives! It's not how we do things in the civilised world! We talk to people, and use realistic threats to stop them doing things we don't want.
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Alexis: *quietly* No. If I'm not allowed, I'm ending my relationship with him. And getting this facility bombed, dimolished and gone. I don't care anymore. I'm going to kill Jar. Here and now.
(It's a blanket rule, I'm only g- I can get you in.)
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*Priya pulls back* "Outsiders aren't let in... I can visit you, but.. It's in a pocket dimension anyway."
(*sniffs in frustration*
The DreamSelfy website is glitching. Apparently it has strong feelings against Photo Finish.
Anyhow, I finished Garrote Armitage, at least.)
(Ooh! Well I can't wait to see it)
*lea takes a deep breath and holds it for a minute before letting it go* snow...I... I cant do this anymore...
*snow pales*w-what?
Lea: I cant do this anymore. I cant do us. Because it just isn't "us". Its you....and me.... I love you like hell but with everything we've been through... I just cant. I cant be the one that waits around at home not knowing if you okay. I dont want to worry this much. And... I just... I cant dp this anymore.
(Zaf, this place is not a place for Alexis. It's a place for werewolves. I'm sorry, but I'm not changing my mind on this. And I won't have you think you can change my mind)
*Mr.Jar waves his hand over his wound and it heals up*
Jar: I really must press for time here, I'm afraid.
(Alright! I'll read it when I can!! Thank you Niccolo!)
*Walks back to her lab and sits out front in the snow*
*Plays with her nail*
...
Ms. Priya. Dimensions are... To be frank, the only things I know how to manage.
In any case, if you can visit, surely, there is no need for these tears?
((Zafira, please, you must try to calm yourself and think reasonably. I am sure some compromise between you can be reached if you stop to consider the possibilities, and in any case I must remind you that hard as they may be for you to bear, Emerald's decisions are her own, and you cannot make them for her.))
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(Garrote!!)
It looks wonderful, Ms. Barnosky.
(DUCK OFF IM ENDING LOREXIS IM SICK AND TIRED OF IT EM ITS OVER YOUR FAULT AND IM DONE WITH YOR SHT
*places Mr jars breifcase on his head* sir, please may we set off?
(*reclines in her swivel chair*
*yawns*
I'm rather too tired to role-play any more tonight.)
((Miss Barnosky, the ice is asymmetrical.))
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(*opens her mouth to say something*
*closes it again*
. . . This is not my battle.)
Alexis: ITS OVER LORCAN yo want that bastard you can have him don't fucking come back. And don't fuckig bothwr to write. *punches Jar* Fuck off
(The ice is also behind him, so it doesn't bother him.)
(I did want very much to give him something to hold, but I couldn't find anything symmetrical, so I gave up on it.)
(I ended Lorexis. Its over. This is my last straw. Trip is allowed but I'm not, its over. Done. And good riddance. I feel better about myself now.)
((I've always wondered if Sir is actually secretly Derek in disguise.
um))
Actually Alexis, if you're part of my investigative staff, you can enter under a warrant, not end your relationship with Lorcan by screwing up what could be a huge chance for him, and go about your life without constantly using your mother's position to try and intimidate people.
You know, when you were younger, you wanted to make name for yourself without your mother influencing that, you saw it as a curse, not something you could whip out on the shortest notice. Alexis, I want that girl back, the one with so much promise. Now you just act like a spoiled child.
So what do you say? Do things like a normal person, and use the law to get in, or just go mental and be a brat?
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((Did no one just notice what happened between snow and lea??))
No. No, lea please... dont.... god, I love you... just dont go... *is in tears*
Lea: I-i'm sorry snow... I cant... *walks away*
((Zafira, I understand you are upset, but allowing yourself to be consumed with anger each time you are upset like this will only cause more pain to befall you and those around you.))
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...
Hardly, Ms. Charm.
*Priya tries to calm herself and looks at her feet* "Because... Because.... It won't be the same. Time travels faster there."
(*quietly observes through half-closed eyes*)
(Ed, what the hell lol.
Fine Zaf, I'm glad you can make such a confident choice of MY character.)
*Mr.Jar looks weirdly at Edward*
Jar: I was only told that Mr.Castalan would be travelling with us. It would seem highly inappropriate for me to arrive with one extra.
(Yes Snow! Why?)
...
And, Ms. Priya? Time is relative.
*snow curls up in a small ball on her couch, alone and in pieces*
(Nic, she just said "It's not a place for Alexis." I honestly can't stand when I get told no and someone else can. No. That hurts. I see what you mean though Nic. I do. I'm just sick of this.)
((r u printed on a penguin bar bc ur a joke))
((*paces* Aretha has so much energy presently... *paces slightly faster* *considers possible things to do*))
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((I have evil plans. *laughs maniacally*))
((BUT JUST IMAGINE, SIR
*whispers*
just imagine
I still ship Siriya with a passion though))
Erm, I could punch the guard. It worked for the sanctuary.
Alexis: So what? I'm part of his staff, deal. I'm sick and tired of this. If you do not allow me, then I assume you are a trap and I call Ravel and Zafira to arrest you.
Ah, yes. He is part of my retinue. As is she, if she'll come. So, I'm afraid, they are also coming. Terribly sorry for the short notice.
#ChaseForBook9
(I think perhaps I'd better go, before I get dragged into another Zafira-related conflict.
Besides, I think I can hear a car outside. I wonder if it is those fellows in dark suits coming to interrogate me again.)
*Adra pulls the philosopher's stone from her pocket* *She puts it around her neck*
*She looks at the endearing snow*
-
*Priya shakes her head and pulls away, running*
(Oh, bugger and blast.)
...
*sighs*
Well, that certainly was a brilliant good-bye. Hrm.
(Ah. Perhaps tea, Niccolo?)
(I'm fine Anni I'm not involving you. )
((I do hope that Snow and Lea are alright. Although, if he has seen fit to leave her simply because of her lifestyle... *shakes head* It is not my place. My apologies for mentioning anything.
Miss Barnosky, you may be interested to know I fell victim to a fit of laughter earlier today as a result of the pun you made of my eldest sister's last name.))
#ChaseForBook9
(I'd talk to you Nic if you want.)
I ship siriya too
(No, fuck it guys. I'm gonna leave this plotline for something else.
All this fucking bother over my own damn plotline, its not even worth doing anymore.
Do you know what? I was just always sick and fucking tired of doing depressing plotlines for my characters. I just wanted a chance to give them something new and... and fucking happy for once.
So then my characters don't have to feel how I feel everyday.
But if its just caused all this bother and shite, it's not even worth doing anymore.
I'm sorry.)
((Hey, I think I'm actually here this time.))
[Walks slowly into Blogland, watching her feet]
[She carries a long sword made from a dark metal]
[Also, she's currently auburn-haired and dressed in a brown overcoat with lots of pockets]
((Oh, bad time? Forget it, then.))
((Hugs Em))
((Please do not apologize, Emerald. You have done nothing wrong.
Hello again, Fabienne.))
#ChaseForBook9
(Em, please- I know... *hugs* Don't stop. I was enjoying reading that.)
Herrow Jade.
(You mean t genuinely wasn't a trap?)
#ChaseForBook9
Sorry if I messed up your plot Em, I might disappear soon
(I guess I should go because obviously my anger ruined my chances of doing anything...Nic I'm still here if you want I'm just not gonna talk unless wanted)
Wbvd msd
Greetings, Ms. Hahn.
Ms. Melody, there is no need to apologize.
Hello Fabi))
(*walks down the street*
. . .
. . .
*sings softly*
There were days when I was lonely
There were days when I was sad
Every now and then I'd hear your voice
And then I'd be glad
But as the days
drag
by
And I rot here, all alone
Certain things reach out and hold me
And it feels like home
Back-up singers: Oooooooooh . . .
It feels like home
*the pace of the song picks up*
Though I may never see the world
Or all the places I long to go
There will always be
A place for me
In the books and tales I know
And as long . . .
As I believe . . .
They will all be there, waiting for me . . .
. . .
SO I DEDICATE TO
67 Chevy Impalas . . .
Backup: 67 Chevy Impalas . . .
The whirring noise as the TARDIS takes me home . . .
Backup: The whirring noise as the TARDIS takes me home . . .
The green front door of 221B . . .
Backup: The green front door of 221B . . .
When I'm down
And out
And alone
Superwholock,
you feel
like home.
*whispers* I dedicate to you, Superwholock.
(It genuinely wasn't. It was a chance to explore a new way for werewolves to be one with their wolf, new techniques, new chances, possibly new species.
Just something new.
I'm sorry, I have to go now cause I'm just getting so frustrated, I'm actually crying.
You really just don't know when to stop Zaf do you?)
(Em... *Cuddles* Please... ))
(I'm sorry Em. And I know it doesn't sound all too genuine, but really am truly sorry.)
#ChaseForBook9
(I apologize. I've been writing that since 21 comments ago. Niccolo, which pun was it that I made? I make so many that I honestly don't know which one you are referring to.)
(Emerald . . . I'm sorry.
That's all I know how to say when people cry.
I'm sorry.)
Zaf, you constantly do this!
You said you wouldn't anymore.
What a lie.
I can never trust you ever again.
I don't plan on it either.
I tried to be nice to you. Tried to keep my patience. Tried to be your friend. I even said that Zaf's kids and Mara's kids should have playdates, and we were chatting about that for ages.
Tbh, I don't want to try to be your friend anymore. I don't want to try to like you.
Don't try to make yourself look like the victim. It never works and it certainly isn't going to this time.
There was always something in the back of my head that said, "No Jane, don't go on," every time I went on Blogland. I never knew why, because I love coming on here. But then I realised. It was you.
It was you who kept me from coming here. I was constantly scared in case you'd turn on me. In case you'd start a fight and I'd end up depressed and leaving Blogland when all I wanted to do was end up happy.
I don't care how many times you say you're sorry.
But it will never be enough times for me.
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