And because I don't have ENOUGH to do at this time of year...
Alrighty then, here's a fun little thing I've been working on, and I need your help. I'm editing together a video (and I'm very new to editing, so I haven't a clue what I'm doing) of many people singing what is basically the 12 Days of Christmas, but with a difference.
If you want to be a part of this, all you have to do is send an email to skulteams@hotmail.com, giving me permission to use your video in making MY video. We, in turn, will get back to you with the lines I need you to sing. You then go off, sing these lines into your phone or camera or whatever — it can be you, it can be you and a friend, you and your family, or a group, or a pet, or a puppet, or your favourite kettle — and send these (SHORT!) videos back to the skulteams address so you can be edited in.
(Oh, and one minor details, for those of you under the age of 18... GET YOUR PARENTS' OR GUARDIANS' PERMISSION!)
If you could keep the lines you sing to yourself— i.e. don't tweet them! — that would be very helpful! The lines will be given out tomorrow, the final deadline is Monday night, with the full video to be released on Christmas day, right here on my blog.
Provided I learn how to edit by then.
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*it is dark*
*it is silent*
*the moon is concealed behind dusty blue clouds*
*the cold is vicious in the air*
*but he doesn't feel it*
*even clinging, as he is, to the side of a building*
*slowly climbs*
*hand over hand*
*foot over foot*
*and where he touches the glass, ice forms around the contact*
*keeping him in place*
*frozen to the wall*
*silent*
*as*
*a*
*mouse*
*he is almost to the top of the building now*
*he does not look down*
*for he is deathly afraid of heights*
*anyone looking up from below would see a dark shadow*
*like a spider*
*scaling a skyscraper*
Next . . . time . . .
*grunting through gritted teeth*
use . . . the . . . ele . . . vator . . .
*Sets Priya down on the couch and runs to fetch her some tea*
*Comes back, and Priya's lip is wobbling- she's about to cry*
*Sets the tea down, and runs to sit next to her, putting her arms around her and hugging* Priya... Priya, dear. Don't you cry.
*She trembles, and Adra puts a blanket around her shoulders*
Priya... What's wrong?
Oh. Like, a whole blog that exists just for backstories of random characters? Hm. Well, that's pretty cool.
#ChaseForBook9
Am, am I dead? *Makes ghost noises* Then I can walk through walls *Runs at wall and hits it* Ow
*Priya hands Adra a note, pulls away, and runs out the door*
*Unfolds the note*
*Reads*
@ed Lol
yeah ari
*silently*
*smoothly*
*the dark shadow leaps over the railing of the balcony*
*he lands in a crouch*
*he straightens up*
*and holds a hand out to touch the sliding glass door*
*no traps, charms, wards, or sigils*
*he smiles*
*too easy*
*way too easy*
*slides back the door silently*
*and steps into the penthouse*
*it is dark*
*it is quiet*
*stops in his tracks*
*vivid pink eyes darting all around the room*
. . .
*whispers* Something is very wrong with this penthouse . . .
It's . . . it's too . . .
Clean.
It's much too clean.
You do Snow?! Omg I love you
Nothing like having cold spaghetti for breakfast
"Dear Adra,
I'm so sorry about this, sister. I'm terribly sorry- even now as I write this, I am crying.
I'm apologizing because I can't stay here any longer, with you. As long as I have known you, you have always been the strong figure that I looked up to, but times have appeared to change. Do not get me wrong- you are still incredibly amazing, but staying here has proved to be a burden for me, and I fear it has been one for you. I am, quite simply, a pacifist, where your life is surrounded by violence.
I did not enjoy hurting that woman today.
That is why I'm leaving, sister. I'm going back home to the others- and you are, of course, more than welcome to visit us any time that you want. I shall miss you greatly.
-Priya"
*Sits there for a moment*
*Stands*
*Folds up Priya's blanket and begins to clean*
Snow what time is it by you?
I had cold ham for breakfast all week
(Hang on.
Lorcan has been depressed because he was responsible for his mother's death. He. Was. Depressed.
He's been struggling with his wolf. And he knows that Lexi was trying her best but she would never understand exactly what he was going through. So the fact that there is someone else his age, that knows exactly what hes going through, he thinks shes a guardian angel.*
Jar: I did hear about your program Mr.Castalan but as far as we understood that this program is used as a last resort to eliminate the wolf. We, on the other hand, makes their wolves' central nervous controlling system submissive and their system dominant. We also enhance their human abilities, such as sensory enhancement, strength development and speed.
Actually there is. Having cold spaghetti with a single grain of flour is like having cold spaghetti for breakfast.
Ha!
#ChaseForBook9
Cold Spaghetti!!!
*shrugs casually*
*and steps forward*
*stops*
*about to step onto the rug*
*he backtracks*
*and walks around the rug*
*he has learned not to trust rugs*
*he checks the kitchen*
Kitchen: *is empty*
*he checks the cabinets*
. . . Why does this man have so many different types of tea?
And all with such long names, too.
*shrugs*
*checks the bathroom*
. . . Spotless.
*approaches the bedroom*
*and walks past the fireplace*
*the mantelpiece has an empty picture frame on it, four tea bags scattered about, two snow globes next to one another, a gold chain, a box of moist towelettes, and a golden trophy that reads "Winner of Witch Weekly's Most Attractive Supervillain Competition"*
*stops in his tracks*
*slowly turns around*
*looks at the mantlepiece*
Don't.
*he whispers to himself*
Don't do the thing. Don't. Don't.
. . .
*hurries to the mantlepiece*
(I believe I may have missed something...)
(So I'm guessing it doesnt matter if he goes well dih no more Lorexis Lexi want stay
Gtg eat
Your choice break it or dont
*Mara is pacing in the garden behind her house, mumbling to herself*
Harry: *hugs her* Babe, calm. Your friend said she'll get them, didn't she? Riley?
Mara: Emery. Her nickname is Emery.
Harry: *looks slightly confused* Oh. Well. Anyway, I'm going to have a shower. I'll be back in a while. *kisses her* Love you.
Mara: *kisses him back* Love you too.
Harry: *goes inside*
Mara: *sighs* *sits on the swing, biting her lip* *she hears a familiar voice*
Liam: Hey, Mara. *walks over*
Mara: Liam..? What are you-
Liam: Mara, I need to tell you something. *looks over his shoulder nervously*
Mara: Sure. Shoot.
Liam: I... *quickly* Iloveyou.
Mara: *her lips part slightly, shocked* Liam... But you're going out with Sophia..
Liam: I know. I know. *sighs, running his hand through his hair*
Mara: And I'm married, Liam. I'm sorry-
Liam: *darts over* *slams his lips into hers*
Mara: *freezes in shock, then pushes him away, falling backwards off the swing* *she stares at him in horror*
Liam: *his eyes blaze into hers, then he runs off, his hand over his mouth*
(Wbd/msd for a few- maybe half an hour. Dinner.)
Bye Adra
(But first- MARA! DRAMA!)
I see we can contain the word no longer.
Yes, but we have expanded. We try and help werewolves come to terms with their wolf, but if they truly want to be rid of it, and we know it is the rid thing to do, we ill eliminate the wolf. But this new drug would make it all unnecessary. Of course, I'd like to see it in action first, make sure it works. No, catastrophic side effects. *smiles*
Oh, and we may buy your company.
#ChaseForBook9
*Walks down metal corridor, footsteps echoeing*
10:10 here for me. In the morning
*takes the empty picture frame*
*tosses it in the trash*
*puts the trophy in the center*
*puts two tea bags and one snow globe on one side*
*puts two tea bags and one snow globe on the other side*
*lays the gold chain along the mantlepiece so one end is touching each snow globe*
*takes the box of moist towelettes and, after a moment of thought, puts it in the center*
*puts the trophy on top of the box*
*stands back to admire his work*
. . .
*shakes his head as if trying to clear it*
*and proceeds to the bedroom*
*where he finds the owner of the penthouse snoozing quietly in bed*
(ooh! Drama!)
#ChaseForBook9
G2g
Bye Snow
Bye Snow!
#ChaseForBook9
*Walks into room with skeletons littering the floor* Such a mess
*stands silently in the doorway*
*and watches him sleep for a moment*
. . .
*reaches into his coat pocket*
*and pulls out his silver revolver*
*silently levels it at the sleeper's head*
. . .
*he can't get a clear shot*
*he takes a step forward, and a floorboard creaks*
*Oscar Neurotic's eyes snap open*
(Bye Snow! *hugs*)
(Bye Adra, if you leave! *hugs*
And; aha :P)
*Walks over to desk with smashed bottles covering it* Hello Nye *Stares at skeleton stuck with its arm reaching for the only unsmashed bottle*
*Goes over to the bar, knocks on the door*
*Mr. Jar smiled as he began to take his gloves from his pocket*
You can come and observe Lorcan and Amelia, once we've introduced them to the drug and make sure that their health isn't affected.
As for buying our company, we've worked with werewolves especially for nearly 80 years, to say that we are highly established and financially stable could be classed as an understatement.
*Takes bottle and vanishes, appearing in the present*
*Bob opens the door*
Bob: Oh! Hello Adra!
#ChaseForBook9
@Roleplay: *watching*
@Adra: D:!!!!!!!!
Priyaaaaa. D:
This hurts in so many ways!
@Annika: DON'T YOU DARE DO ANYTHING.
*hugs*
@Mara: O_O Okay.
I have a feeling this will involve lovely emotional reactions from characters.
#ChaseForBookNine
*Takes bottle to bar and mixes it with tumblesoz*
*a flash of light brighter than a thousand tourists' cameras goes off*
*screams*
*covers eyes with one hand*
*panics*
*and violently swings the revolver at Oscar with the other hand*
Oscar: *catches the hit man by the wrist*
*and twists violently*
*shouts in shock as his wrist snaps*
*and takes his hand off his eyes*
*he's recovered now*
*the temperature in the room drops 200 degrees*
Oscar: GAH!
*drops the killer's hand*
*stumbles out of bed and wrenches open a window*
*no sunlight*
*no sunlight, no more magic for Oscar*
*snatches his revolver off the floor*
*levels it between Oscar's eyes*
Oscar: *in a low voice*
Don't do this.
It's my job.
Oscar: I suggest you resign.
*cocks the gun*
I don't see why I should.
Oscar: I'm powerful. I can give you anything you want.
I want to plaster the wall with your guts.
Oscar: That I can't give you. I'm sorry.
*sounds genuinely sorry*
Hang on, how did you get into my flat?
Oh, I don't know.
*waves a dismissive hand*
Magic!
Or the lack of traps and symbols on your porch.
Oscar: So . . . a lack of magic?
Yes.
A lack of magic.
@Em: *has a horrible feeling this will all go horribly wrong* :/ *nerves*
But if not, then YAY. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
Yes. But nevertheless, the potential dangers if this drug got into the wrong hands are too severe to contemplate, and our ownership of you is the only way to ensure it is distributed responsibly. I'm sure you understand. If you don't, I suggest you read up on the tactics of spotter divisions when dealing with a potentially volatile product.
#ChaseForBook9
Harry: *runs outside* Mara! What the fuck was that?!
Mara: Harry, please! He kissed me first!
Harry: *fumes* I leave for five minutes and I look out the window to see you sucking the face off my bandmate!
Mara: Harry, we don't need this. Not now. I swear I didn't!
Harry: *goes red with anger* How can I trust you when it happened before?
Mara: How can I trust you when you were going out with me for a bet? *fires back*
Harry: Don't you dare bring that up! *yells* *slaps her across the cheek*
Mara: *screams* *falls to the ground, clutching her reddened cheek*
@Anni: *laughs*
@Adra: WHY.
SERIOUSLY, I'M JUST -
WHY DO YOU HURT YOUR CHARACTERS SO MUCH???? D:
WHY DO YOU HURT /ME/ SO MUCH???? D:
Because I can't even 'NO' this beacsue Priya and I want Priya to be happy but POOR ADRA.
And yes.
And everything sucks for both of them.
And yes.
#ChaseForBookNine
(Em - I have a feeling this Jar guy is a liar. Idk.)
*a voice fills the bar* You are barred. You have ten seconds to vacate the premises or face the consequences.
#ChaseForBook9
Bob!
...
Are you a hallucination
*Drinks bottle and throws empty bottle to floor* He actually did it? Nye did it
MARAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! D:
THIS HURTS.
EVERYONE IS HURTING ME. *mutters*
Even Trip, because he's possibly destroying yayness (although possibly saving them from trap.)
@Adra: Bob! :) :) :)
#ChaseForBookNine
Oscar: If you have magic, why don't you use it to k-k-kill me?
*chattering from the cold*
P-p-please, stop this. The c-c-cold is really bothering me.
Maybe if you didn't sleep shirtless . . .
Oscar: W-well, your FACE shouldn't sleep shirtless.
What?
Oscar: What?
What?
Oscar: I would like to know who hired an albino to kill me. It's freaking me out.
Oh, so if I wasn't an albino, you'd be fine with this?
Oscar: I'd be a little more comfortable, yes.
That's racist.
Oscar: Your FACE is racist.
What?
Oscar: It's a white person stereotype.
My face is not a white person stereotype.
Oscar: Ah-ha! So you ARE racist!
What?
Oscar: The words "white person" left your mouth.
No they did not.
Oscar: Yes they did.
I did not say the words "white person."
Oscar: There they are again!
What are we talking about?
Oscar: I don't know, but it's taking my mind off the cold. Let's keep talking.
(I think we all do Mara.)
#ChaseForBook9
*Walks out* That is all I needed mr voice. Nye did it
I mean, Bob being a hallucination!
One of Hunter's favourite hallucinations is called Bob. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
(Star!
I'm sorry!!
OSCAR)
(Yeah Mara:3
@Anni: *LAUGHTER* XD
#ChaseForBookNine
Bob: What? No! How would hallucination open a door for ye lass?
Ye've gotta think on these things you see.
So why did you think I was a hallucination?
#ChaseForBook9
((AHAHA i love hurting harralie :))) ))
Harry: *stares at her, eyes blazing with anger and hurt* *turns around and walks inside*
Mara: *screams after him* Fuck you, Harry Styles! Fuck you!
Harry: You already did, babe. Numerous times.
@Adra: It's good horribleness. :)
SOMEONE MENTIONED GONE EARLIER TODAY.
THAT SOMEONE WAS RHYDIAN.
BUT THE POINT IS, GONE WAS MENTIONED.
I like Gone. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
*the two liquids separate and the one not previously in the bar flies out of the window*
(Oh snap!)
#ChaseForBook9
@Mara: WELL, I DON'T LOVE YOU HURTING HARRALIE. D:
(Love you really. :) *hugs*)
((@Bob/Trip: You could hallucinate someone opening a door . . . :/))
#ChaseForBookNine
(HARRALOE WAIT FUCK IT MARA NO$
Don't fucking say "arranged marriages" Trip)
(Wait, I drunk the liquids and I left the bar?)
Oscar: Pardonez-moi, but if the view from here is to be believed, you rearranged my mantle.
What?
I mean, yes, I did.
Oscar: Why?
. . . No reason.
Oscar: Really?
Yes.
Oscar: Then can we move to the less-cold bedroom and admire your splendid work?
No. I mean, yes. I mean, I'm here to kill you, for the love of God!
Oscar: God would not want you to kill me, albino-man.
Shut up.
Oscar: Violence is not the answer.
Said the CEO of the criminal underworld.
Oscar: Violence is the QUESTION.
The answer is hug it out over a bowl of Skittles.
You heard it here first. You. Me. Skittles. No hugs, though, I never hug albinos.
You . . . you . . .
*trembling with agitation*
You . . .
Oscar: . . . Have been inching slowly to the left this whole time.
What?
Oscar: *rips open the bedside-table*
*pulls out a Glock*
*points it at the albino*
But . . . but I'm here to kill YOU!
Oscar: Yes, it's a topsy-turvy day of misrule, isn't it?
I still have my revolver.
Oscar: I've got a Glock.
Do you know how to use mortal weapons?
Oscar: . . .
. . .
Oscar: . . .
*turns faintly green*
*smirks*
Gotcha.
Uhm... Because...
I hallucinated you before
It was weird
You were annoying
((Ow... Ow, all of my feelings... Just, all of them at once...
Anni, I can never tell if you're doing a solo thing or just doing things and waiting to see if someone will join. Are the rest of us allowed to interfere with this at all...?))
#ChaseForBook9
((oh my fucking god adra i love you))
((Star - Love you too :3 *hugs*))
Mr.Castalan, we have only had one incident where the drug did substantial damage to the werewolf that was testing at the time.
He was dealt with so swiftly, no innocent didn't even realise that he was a threat.
We, shall, however help fund your programme and make sure you have any facility you need to further your programme so one day, possibly we could partner one day.
(Yes I thought it might happen
But
HEERALIE))
@Mara: :) :) *hugs*
@Anni: *laughs* :) :)
And - SKITTLES! :)
Luciana would be proud. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
Bob: Oh really. How odd. What brings ye here?
#ChaseForBook9
*Freezes all nearby trees and lake* Yes, it really worked
Ah, well... I was looking for Trip. But, I'm going to take a random stab at this and just say- he isn't here, is he?
*Walks to doorway of bar* Mr Bob or whever it is. What would it take to get me not barred. A trip to the future? Gold? Name your price
*smiles* No. "Dealt with so swiftly"
One, you shouldn't have had to deal with him, two, you were able to deal with him. This warrants investigation. I'm afraid your facility may be about to receive a new resident.
Also, we're buying you. Keep your blood money out of my organisation.
#ChaseForBook9
#ChaseForBook9
Your face is racist... Lol
hi again
((*nods to self* Yep, probably a solo thing. Eh. *flails*
Well, anyway, your stuff is awesome, Anni!
And Adra and Mara- darn it, your stuff is painful!
And Em- I really hope nothing goes terribly, horribly wrong! And if nothing does, yes!!))
#ChaseForbook9
*directs the revolver between Oscar's eyes*
*and fires*
Oscar: *belly-flops to the floor*
*rolls under the bed*
*the bullet smashes harmlessly into the wall*
*and Oscar tries desperately to grab the albino's leg*
AH!
*jumps onto the bed*
*points the gun at the mattress*
GET OUT FROM UNDER THERE.
Oscar: I steadfastly refuse.
Stop this ridiculous silliness!
Oscar: It is not silliness, it is brilliance.
It is not brilliance! It is . . . just oddness! That is all! Oddness!
Oscar: If you can't astound them with your brilliance, baffle them with your bullshit. That's what I always say.
Stars above, it must be filthy under there.
Oscar: Shockingly, no. I dusted under here twenty times this week alone.
*sits on the bed*
*getting more and more agitated*
You . . . you . . .
*the temperature drops further*
*and ice begins to form around the door and windows*
Oscar: Wh-wh-wh-whoa, now, s-s-stop this . . .
*shaking with fury*
Sir, I am here to MURDER you.
Not sit on top of the bed while you roll around under it!
*leaps off the bed*
*lands on the floor in a graceful crouch*
*and rolls under the bed just as Oscar scurries out from under it and climbs back on top*
DAMMIT!
Oscar: *breathing heavily from fear and adrenaline*
When I was a boy, I though there were monsters under my bed.
I never dreamed there could be anything like an albino hit man!
SHUT.
UP.
SNOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Bob: I do not have the power to un-bar you, neither do I want to. And no, Trip is not here.
#ChaseForBook9
(Hi Snow...
Aretha- you're one to talk!)
(I don't have stuff!)
#ChaseForBook9
Well, please direct me to Trip and I can sort this properly. Wait, what about this? *Hands Bob a vial of the liquid* This is very special, made by Nye himself before the sanctuary was destroyed. It is the source of magic.
*Blinks at Ed*
Right.. *Turns her attention back to Bob* *Curtsies slightly* Well. Thank you anyway. As always, it was a pleasure seeing you. *fastens on her cloak and walks away*
ED!!!!!!!!!!!! Whats with the exclamation marks?
((this may be a bit um explicit Harry gets very sexual when he gets jealous and pissed sorry guys :/))
Mara: *her jaw drops* You are fucking kidding me.
Harry: Nah, baby. You did. Remember? The first time we moved in, the bed, the couch-
Mara: *her face is burning* *grabs a stone* *flings it at his back* I hate you! I hate you so much!
Harry: *doesn't even flinch* No, I distinctly remember you saying you loved me a lot. When you were underneath me, moaning my n-
Mara: How can you actually say these things? *whispers* Especially to use them against me. I'm done. I am done. *disappears*
(*sighs miserabmy* why does every single thing I do fall apart? No more Lorexis...
Exclaimation marks are amazing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Okay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!???!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(Ah, goodness! I nearly forgot!
Trip- I did write a new Nameless and, if you like, you ought to read it sometime!
It does involve you quite a bit..)
(Because you make t fall part. It was all you.)
Bob: Wait! Miss Adrasdos, why did you want to see him?
#ChaseForBook9
(Mara! I want to hit Harry..)
(OOh!)
#ChaseForBook9
*breathing heavily*
*and angrily*
Mister Oscar Neurotic . . .
I have assassinated three kings and eleven minor gods.
I have slain ambassadors, dictators, artists, dignitaries, CEOs, men, women, children, robots, Canadians, monsters, innocents, babies, scholars, and warriors.
I am the finest hit man that has ever lived.
I
will
not
be
mocked.
Oscar: I don't intend to mock you, albino-boy. I intend to avoid being killed. I have not lived 500 years and only recently achieved my greatest desire just to be killed by an albino.
And you're right.
I can't use a Glock.
But I CAN use light, and I'm not stupid. I know the longer I stay in this room, the closer I am to death. Which is why I intend-
*bolts in mid sentence*
*swears*
*loudly*
*and violently*
*before rolling out from under the bed and bolting after Oscar*
*he skids to a halt when he sees him standing in the game room*
*which is ablaze with light*
Oscar: Don't come any closer.
*smiles*
I have wards and sigils in here for just such an occasion as my being attacked at night.
Light versus ice.
Cold versus the sun.
I wonder who will win?
This is not a battle.
This is an assassination.
*She pauses* *Turns and calls* I love him! Why else?
(Lol. "Canadians".)
(Sorry I'm upset. Em manages to do that. I'm sick of Lorcan and Alexis never having a happy moment its always he's leaving or depressed or in this case could care less and wishes to run off and be gone for years and think nothing of it, I mean its not even a ship its sinking its depressing and irritating I hate having no idea what to say because he's moping and now he may be happy oh no lets go cart him off somewhere. Its frustrating I ship it but I don't think it will work f all this is is him moping running or half dying
@Anni: Canadians. :) *smiles about Percy Jackson*
@Trip: Actually, Zaf didn't really do anything here. Not that Em really did anything either.
@Zaf: It's not gone. :) Em simply has another plotline going. They're not broken up.
TADRA. <3
#ChaseForBookNine
*Pins Bob to wall* Look, I believe that a very valuable object is in this bar and only a Mr Castallen can get it
(Zaf, please stop.)
Lol Star, they aren't even together rn and still :P
Oscar: *looks the albino up and down*
*taking in his black clothes*
*and stark-white everything else*
*his eyes widen a little*
There's something wrong with you.
I beg your pardon?
Oscar: Something wrong. With you. A thing that is wrong. You, if you don't mind my saying so, are a bit weird.
Oh, really?
Oscar: And I can't quite put my finger on it, but . . . there's something wrong with you.
There's something wrong with your house.
Oscar: There is nothing wrong with my house!
There is nothing wrong with ME.
Oscar: *frowns*
Hmm . . .
*snaps his fingers*
*and two crags of ice leap up from the floor and impale Oscar*
*one through each shoulder*
Star they will because you watch he'll run off dump Alexis to do this stupid atupid company he'll fall for Amelia and when he comes back he'll be oh sorry Lexi. Yeah. Its gone. Em kinda made that known.
*Shouts to Ed* ACTUALLY THAT VALUABLE OBJECT CAN HEAR YOU
*laughs at her joke*
*grins evilly* Sted!! (Star + ed ;D)
(I require a minimum of one hidden Canadian joke in all of my role-plays.
I will be right back, I swear.
I have to pee.)
"And the boat is sinking but I'm not gonna rock it coz the sea doesn't know my name."
@Zaf: The best ships are the ones that survive despite a whole load of shittiness. :)
Actually, the best ships are just the best ships. But ones that survive despite a whole load of shittiness are often the best.
#ChaseForBookNine
(OSCAR)
Bob: Nay, that ain't it lass. I can tell. What is it?
There are many valuable objects in this bar. That's why the security is so high.
#ChaseForBook9
(Ha ha Adra) *Places hand on bobs head* Your blood will freeze in your veins if you dont find that object
HOT DAYUM
DRAMA GOING DOWN WITH HARRALIE :O
(*holds hand up for a high five*)
#ChaseForBook9
(Em! Check your facebook please bby)
(I'm back.
My bladder feels better now.
And I am ready to continue writing.)
*runs around giggling like a five-year-old* Sted Sted Sted
Jar: I am just a recruitment agent, Mr.Castalan.
I am not over financial or business. I am merely here to recruit more agents. And that one incident happened in our 1st year of starting up so naturally there would be teething problems. And we didn't deal with him per say, we just contained him. Whatever happened to him while testing, it changed his controlling mechanism.
I am here, just to recruit Lorcan and Amelia so we can get them started.
((NO
NO, ANNI, NO
YOU CANNOT JUST LEAVE IN THE MIDDLE OF A- NO
GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW
DON'T MAKE ME THREATEN YOU
I WILL THREATEN YOU
I WILL DO IT
GET BACK HERE LEFT NOW AND WRITE THAT DARN STORY OR SO HELP ME I WILL *I HAVE TO GIVE YOU A CHANCE TO RETURN BEFORE I THREATEN YOU, DARN IT*
COME BACK))
#ChaseforBook9
Bob: Very good. One problem with that, halfings got magic immunity innit?
#ChaseForBook9
I think it is a magic kettle
Adra I have a right to be upset I have ONE ship people like, Lorexis. Now what is it worth? Zilch. Lorcan is running off with Amelia without a thought to his girlfriend. And you watch it'll be more him dying and Lexi isn't going to stick around and save his arse everytime she has enough to deal with. She just won't. Even if this so called drug works, whats going to happen to Alexis? She is going to be alone. She won't have her boyfriend she's going to be upset she will, and to me it isn't fair she barely sees him happy. Or doesnt even ser him so if he goes she'll end it. And he can go love Amelia the other wolf
Agents?
You sir, are taking me to your headquarters.
#ChaseForBook9
@Ed: what
@Anni: Okay. :)
And - YOU CAN'T JUST GO OFF WHEN OSCAR'S ARGHARP:RDHW:IHERWKODN:KWLNDW:KLND:LKSDN>MNDKW:WQENQL:NE why.
@Zaf: Don't be pessimistic. Always look on the briiiight side of liiiiiife . . . *jumps off bench*
( . . . Sorry, Hunter moment there.)
And - actually, that's one possibility. Anbother is that Jar enslaves him and he's desperate to escape to get back to Alexis, and then Alexis rescues himmm. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
((Oh, good, you're already back. *pats Anni on the head and smiles sweetly* Write the story))
#ChaseForBook9
Well, I could just run you through with a sword halfling. You choose *Grins*
(*High fives Trip whether or not that was meant for her because reasons*)
*Puts her hands on her hips* *Shouts to the sky* I JUST WANT TO MAKE OUT WITH MY BOYFRIEND IS THAT SUCH A CRIME?
Alexis: *storms from where she is hiding* You are NOT taking Lorcan away for some drug. Back off bastard. *is fuming* I don't give a frick what it is you stay the hell away from him. Or else I get my mother involved and have you shut down. I don't fucking care.
(Wait, what. Sted?)
Oscar: *gasps in pain as he's pinned agains the wall*
*sticky red blood drips down the clear ice*
*and hisses at the hot and wet drips on the cold and dry*
*smiles confidently*
There.
Perhaps now you will be a little more . . . less-idiotic?
Oscar: *weakly* Your FACE is a little more less-idiotic.
Please.
*the temperature of the ice plunges even further*
*and Oscar gasps as his arms go numb*
Do be quiet.
Oscar: *gasps* Please.
Please, stop.
*clicks his fingers*
*a sly smirk on his face*
*as the ice begins to twist in Oscar's symmetrical wounds*
Oscar: *shrieks in pain*
STED STED STED STED STED STED STED STED
(Anni!
Star- Life of Brian?)
(Wait, arn't I already shiped?)
((hey adra may mara pls teleport over to you or do you want to have sexy times with trip whichever works))
Actually, this company has the backing of the scottish sanctuary. It's going nowhere Alexis. Come with me. Let's visit Lorcan.
#ChaseForBook9
(FUCKING STOP IT ANNIKA)
*decides sitting lonely under the treehouse is my best bet*
(Trip isn't there so feel free Meera)
((LIFE OF BRIAN OMFG I LOVE THAT MOVIE
MONTY PYTHON IN GENERAL IS JEPIC))
((Anni no
Don't do this
I AM AN ASSASSIN TOO YOU KNOW YOU DARN LITTLE ALBINO. I WILL FIND YOU AND I WILL KILL YOU IF YOU DARE TOUCH OSMOSIS. *FUMES LOUDLY*))
#ChaseForBook9
Yeah, but with me (I think :-/) so I wanna change that
STED
Bob: And I could parry it. I am the highest ranking hobbit military official, and may I say, the most skilled.
#ChaseForBook9
*teleports beside Adra*
I fucking hate Harry Styles so much.
Alexis: *is still realy pissed off* Oh yes we are visiting Lorcan. Lead the way Trip.
[Slowly walks into Blogland]
[Realizes she can't stay]
[Supposes I should comment anyway]
[Is tired of smiling]
(Oh) *Throws Bob into the icy forest*
((ANNOKA WHAT ARE YOU DOING STOP))
(Ari you're hired by me dear. )
((Hey, Fabi! *hugs*))
#ChaseForBook9
Oscar: *wheezing*
*choking*
*gasping for breath*
Well, Oscar Neurotic?
*smiling a perfect white smile*
I thought you were some sort of angel of light. Where is your light now?
*ice begins to collect around Oscar*
*and he gasps again as his temperature plummets*
Where is Photo Finish with his spandex and mind games?
*laughs*
*with a laugh like crunching snow*
Where is Doctor Precocious with her . . . whatever the hell she brings to the table.
*laughs again at his own joke*
Oscar: *choking*
*blood filling his mouth*
I . . . know . . .
What?
*leans forward*
*one hand mockingly cupped around his ear*
What do you know?
Oscar: I . . . know . . . what's wrong . . . with you . . .
(Anni *cries* Aretha I have dibs on the arms...?
Hello Fabi!)
Well Bob, you could but. *They both dissapear to mordor*
Oh dear, I haven't read back and don't know what's going on.
Pity.
Guess I'm not here.
*bob, step from the thresh hold of the icy forest and the blogland field, walks back up the hill, step inside the bar* Good day to you sir. *closes the door*
#ChaseForBook9
((YOU CAN HAVE THE ARMS, BUT I GET HIS SPLEEN. I'M EATING IT!! *LICKS LIPS* *LAUGHS MANIACALLY* *IS DEFINITELY NOT SANE*))
#ChaseForBook9
(I have dibs on the liver.)
Ho hum.
((*hugs Jade tightly*
She don't know where the years go
She's too young to be so low
Trapped inside of these four walls
She doesn't know what she's worth at all now
She still stares out the window
She don't dare to give up hope
She's clinging to the last remains
'Cause that's the only thing that's gonna save her
She tries so hard to smile
Though the tears run down
Though the tears run down
(I would like the brain)
(Ari deary do we need to visit the people in white coats?)
*Frowns* Mara?
((Hugs Maralily))
((Hugs Ari))
((Hugs Adra))
((Hugs anyone else))
I call kidneys.
(I want the brain!)
Actually, I've no idea where we're even going. Mr. Jar, where to?
#ChaseForBook9
((AND I'M TAKING HIS HEART.))
#CHASEFORBOOK9
I call lungs
(Dibs on the heart! I need to make the sun rise!)
#ChaseForBook9
(DAMMIT!)
#ChaseForBook9
*Runs back to bar and knocks on door*
Oh, we are a truly odd bunch of people
((TOO LATE TRIP IT'S MINE
MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
HAHAHAHA
HAHA
HA
HA
HA!))
#ChaseForBook9
(GTFO Trip the brain's mine ya snooze ya lose *bops his face*)
Oh?
*smiles his perfect smile*
*with teeth whiter than the moonlight*
Oh?
You know what's wrong with me, you say?
Tell me, Oscar Neurotic, tell me what's wrong with me.
Oscar: *choking on blood*
*can't speak*
Aw, well, now I'm curious!
*the icicles collapse into cool water*
*and Oscar tumbles to the floor*
*retching blood all over the carpet*
*leans down*
What is wrong with me, Oscar Neurotic?
And if you say my face, I will kill you right here, right now.
Oscar: *looks up wearily*
*blood still slathering his face*
You . . . rearranged . . . the mantlepiece . . .
*raises an eyebrow*
I beg your pardon?
Oscar: Your clothes are . . . perfectly . . . symmetrical.
I . . . what?
Oscar: When you . . . pinned me to the wall . . . there were two icicles . . . one in each shoulder . . .
*pushes himself up into a sitting position*
Your hair . . . is parted perfectly in the middle.
*his voice is a little stronger now*
What . . .
*takes a step back*
What . . .
Oscar: You . . . my dear, albino hit man . . . are violently . . . tragically . . . and helplessly . . . OCD.
(Eyes too I'll take eyes and liver. I'll take the eyes like Blind Mag
Bob: Bugger off you crazy bastard!
#ChaseForBook9
((I want the heart bbys))
*winces* *rubs her cheek*
Liam kissed me and I pushed him away. Harry saw and thought i kissed Liam. We had an argument. He slapped me and then made rude remarks and walked off. He didn't even listen to me. He just assumed.
(*falls down laughing* omg Anni stop killing me
((*whacks Trip with a vacuum cleaner*
I WANT THE HEART
LADIES FIRST
oh wait i guess that means you get the heart so))
Look, what if I offered to give your master the secret to magic, the cure werewolves or how to stop his sanctuary being destroyed
(ANNIIII.
wbd- movie.)
Mara... He HIT you??
((Love y'all))
((Bye.........))
((What? Mara, go back to school, I'm clearly still a /girl/. Duh.))
#ChaseForBook9
Nope, u gotta stay and ded fab!
Bob: He has all of those things. Come back with a better deal.
#ChaseForBook9
(Bye Fabi :/ *hugs*)
Yeah. He did.
((*hugs Jade/Fabi/Whatever she wants to be called*
Love you too...
Trip - oh well jesus christ if you want to be specific))
((YOU CAN HAVE THE EYES IF THEY'RE LEFT. THEY PROBABLY WON'T BE. I'LL PROBABLY JUST GOUGE THEM OUT AND THEY'LL BE RUINED. BUT HEY, IF THEY'RE NOT, THEY'RE AS GOOD AS YOURS.))
#ChaseForBook9
*a stunned expression crosses his face*
. . . No I am not!
I am NOT!
How . . . how . . .
Oscar: It's obvious . . .
*coughs up a little more blood*
It . . . it . . .
*looks around at the blood*
*slowly the staining the carpet*
. . . oh . . . oh oh oh . . . .
*cringes*
Oh oh OH OH OH!
*a dazed expression crosses the albino's features*
*and he suddenly points at Oscar*
This house!
This house is weird! It's strange!
It's WAY too clean! Unnaturally clean!
YOU are OCD!
*still pointing wildly at Oscar*
You are OCD!
Oscar: And you . . .
*gestures at the albino's clothes*
*which are indeed, perfectly symmetrical*
. . . you are OCD too! Just . . . just a different type!
*they stare at one another for a moment*
. . .
Oscar: . . .
. . .
Oscar: . . .
*nervous laughter*
Oscar: *nervous laughter*
*laughter*
Oscar: *laughter*
*enthusiastic laughter*
Oscar: *enthusiastic laughter*
*holds out his hand*
My name is Garrote Armitage.
Oscar: Oscar Neurotic, as you know.
*they shake hands*
What about he can give me to the police of the future for my crimes?
Poor ed. All he wants is entrance to the bar and trip wont let him in... *high fives trip*
((Love you too, Fabi!! *hugs* Bye, then.))
#ChaseForBook9
Oh baby... Let him cool down. Want to stay at the lab?
...
From my experience, guys are, well, pretty quick to react. And Harry goes by his eyes
(That was perfect Anni)
((...
...
...
IF THEY MAKE UP AND BECOME FRIENDS BECAUSE THEY'RE BOTH EPIC AND OCD I'M GOING TO KILL HIM ANYWAY.))
#ChaseForBook9
(Liver is mine for sure
'Kay fine. I'll ded.
I dedicate this page to Jade Hahn. I have no idea who the heck she is, but she has a nice name and I'm currently stealing it.
Also to Jade Thirlwall
And Jesy Nelson
And Perrie Edwards
And Leigh-Anne Pinnock
Lastly, to family.
And words that don't need saying.
K bye,
*raises glass* Hear hear!
Bye Fabi
Bob: That's not his job. I'm sure the future police can handle it.
#ChaseForBook9
Oh dear, I seem to have stumbled into a lot of violent threats.
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