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.
NO MORE APPLICANTS! ALL SPACES FILLED! GOOD GOD THERE ARE OVER 100 OF YOU!
THOSE WHO GOT THEIR APPLICATIONS IN HAVE UNTIL 7 PM (IRISH TIME) ON MONDAY TO GET THEIR VIDEOS IN!
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YOU WILL RUE THE DAY
@Adra; Tomorrow.
I need to go to sleep soon. :P
But ohmygosh, quests are fun. :)
@SparkyL It's that discriminating against the edge? :O
#ChaseForBookNine
[Nods]
#ChaseForBook9
*Sparky:
*Isn't
*facepalm*
#ChaseFOrBookNine
Okay, Star *hugs* Tomorrow, then
The Eve of the Eve of Christmas
(( OKAY... really starting to think this may be a bad idea... i dont like my singing voice and i just e-mailed my part in the 12 days of x-mam in...))
BITE ME, BIATCH
*tackles her*
(No, no, Chester understands my reasoning)
@Adra: EVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :) :) :)
Hi Snow! :)
At least you HAVE a singing voice. XD
. . . At least you don't have your vocal cords cut out.
#ChaseForBookNine
(Hello, Snow! And you'll be fine)
*Adra trips back, and flips them both over, balancing on the roof carefully, her feet firm*
*Draws a sword, and places it right under Sparky's chin*
(EVEEEEEEEEEE)
@Adra: Eveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
I've learned. I've learned I'm not ever part of this family. Not with Adra always the one people look to. Peopke say they looked up to me, well wish they still did but it appears I'm not 'perfect' only Adra. You think me a blogsister....? I don't know what I did right. All I got was complaints I blew stuff up and then I stop and everyone resents me.
( I LOVE HER AND WE HAVE A LONG EMAIL CHAIN OMG)
*laughs*
Never try to beat me in a sword fight.
*shocks her and shoves her off*
*jumps to feet and pulls out the Makhaira*
Oh I missed my baby I did...
I really need to finish my Bloglandian Christmas present soon . . . XD
I haven't done any of it today. I have done NOTHING today except read, really. :P
#ChaseForBookNine
..........................................................................
Snow hey look I couldn't keep a straight face when I fit my lines to the melody....and I had three takes on filming I fell once I sneezed once third time was the one i sent
I told Derek i fell when i did it
(*Has finished my present yayyyyyy!*)
*Smiles* Ah, my dear. You underestimate me. This battle will be interesting.
*She thrusts forward with her sword, and twists her body, swinging again*
(*the scarlet curtains part*
*revealing a dark stage*
*suddenly smoke pours onto the stage*
*a rockin' guitar riff starts playing*
*and a spotlight snaps on*
*revealing me standing there with a smirk on my face*
Hullo, Blogland.)
Uhm, Adra's a bitch. I love her to pieces because she's a bitch to me when I need her to be. I just talk to Adra more, that's why I favour her mostly.
But, out of everyone, I favour Sparks the most. So I don't know why you think Adra's the one everyone likes the best. Because everyone likes someone different the best.
Like, I know Sparx is probably fed up with me, but I still love her to pieces and there's a bloody good reason she's mentioned in the thanks page of my book.
Sometimes the people you care about will get pissed off with you, Zaf, you just have to admit you were wrong and hug it fricking out.
And then throw Skittles at them.
Just so you know, if I ever meet you I will hug you so much. And then drag you to the closest shop to get Skittles;)
(Snow?)
@Adra: I LOVE HER AND ME AND HER TEND TO HAVE SHORT CHAINS COMPOSED OF INCREDIBLY LONG EMAILS. :)
@Zaf: I'm not going to say I don't love Adra to reassure you, because Adra is awesome, but Adra is not the only awesome person here. I have known many people over my verynearlytwo years here, and many of them have been awesome. And if it's Adra or you, Zaf, I'm not going to pick. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
(Hey Anni! *hugs* How're you?
You're a bitch too, Luce. I love you :P *hugs* You make things interesting.)
I don't even know why I bother trying to talk through to you anymore Zaf.
It's like talking to a brick wall when you get on one of your pointless rants.
If you need to talk Zaf, I will do it with you in private but other than that, I'm done trying to do it on here.
*blocks both easily*
Ads, remember just how many tricks I have up my sleeve.
*blurs in close and punches her neck before doubling back again*
Also, this is my roof.
(RIGHT STAR OMIGLOB)
(I'm doing good.
In fact . . .
I was wondering . . .
. . . Y'all up for the Grand Finale?
*rockin' guitar riff plays in the background*)
Hey Anni! :)
#ChaseForBookNine
*gives a small grin*
Love you too, Lu. Sis.
(( sorry. distant. and... took me... 15 takes zaf! i kept slipping or forgetting a line or doing something...))
*She shakes her head* *Gags slightly*
How old are you again?
*She ducks under Sparky's sword, and kicks at her lower leg before rushing in with an uppercut to her jaw*
See! Proof! Can't accept me!
Thanks. Oh look I think we're leaving. Pity pity pity not that I care it means I have an excuse to not be here
Hello Annika.
Hm...
I might leave if this whole argument about who likes who better starts to turn sour. I really don't want to have that kind of memories about my Blogversary. Sorry,
#ChaseForBook9
(Of course, Anni- although, I apologize if it may seem that I might not be reading- BUT I AM
There's just a lot going on rn. *nods*)
nawww bye zaffles. *hugs*
Snow I read it off my phone I couldn't do it and I'm losing my voice so I just read off my phone xD i think i got it in there...oopsie
(LEFT ADRA OHMYWHATTHEHELLDOYOUMEANBYGLOB?)
*fangirls about guitars*
@Anni: No.
You'll kill me. D:
Actually, I should probably go to sleep before it starts, so I don't end up staying here hours.
And then I can read it on the Eve of Christmas Eve. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
(It's your Blogaversary, Fabi? I didn't know!
HOO-RAY!
*leaps into the air*
*throws confetti*
*as a rockin' guitar riff plays in the background*)
*grunts at the kick and gets knocked back slightly from the punch*
*moves further back and cracks neck*
I really need to get me some protective pants.
*pulls hood up, sheathes sword and runs at Adra full speed (like almost the speed of light remember)*
*tackles her off of the roof*
*Huggles Fabi closely* You're just so young, darling, I never- ARGH
what
*gives her a skulcake*
*hugs Adra* You always point out the silver linings, you garlic, you;) <3 Thank you.
*attacklehugs Sparx* You've just given me reason to want to be an author still. I hope you know that. <3
HAPPY BLOGVERSARY FABI *throws explosive confetti*
(Well, if it's ever going to get done, it has to get done tonight. At least for me.
And fear not! Those who cannot read it now can read it later on Superfluous, as long as they leave a comment or something to let me know they got to it.
Here
we
go!)
(15 and a half, by the way.)
—Today, snow was falling.
It drifted down from the bale blue sky in fluffy white flakes, coating the streets of Blogland below. Christmas light adorned the hedgerows, wreaths hung on the doors, silver bells jingled merrily on the one-horse open sleighs.
On a vacant side street, the Midnight Hotel sat awkwardly wedged between two hobby shops. It was there because it had moved there for Christmas, and it was awkwardly wedged because Anton Shudder was no good at parallel parking.
A gentleman dressed entirely in black stood outside the door, rocking back and forth on his heels, and muttering to himself.—
(Well, ladies and gentlemen, here we are at last. The final showdown, the endgame, the grand finale. There will be a lot of talking, a lot of action, and a lot of gnashing-of-teeth. It will be rather longer than most of my role-plays, however, I hope you won’t begrudge me that. There was just so much wonderful deliciousness that I simply HAD to squeeze as much of it in as I could. And I will, of course, be posting all of this on Superfluous when I am through, for those people who are not present to read it “live.”
Here,
for your entertainment,
is the grand finale,
of the Superfluous Adventures of Doctor Precocious and Oscar Neurotic.
*dims the lights*
*pulls up a chair*
*and a plate full of gingerbread men*
*and settles in to enjoy the festivities*)
HAPPY BLOGVERSARY FABI! *showers with rainbows because I'm the queen of the rainbow people and can do crap like that*
BLOGVERSARY!!!!!!!!! FABIII!!!!!
(Sorry Anni I'm gonna be gone soon so I won't be able to read it...*hugs* sure it'll be jepic
*Adra's eyes widen*
Too close...
*She shifts her weight, and throws Sparky off her, mid-air*
*She, fifteen feet off the ground, hits rock, having raised it from the ground*
*She waves down at Sparky*
(Well, I meant, sometimes a character is different than the person, Sparks.. :P)
(*cuddles Luciboo*)
(Well, I HAVE to do it tonight, so, do or die!
*hugs to everyone who can't read it live*
I'm very proud of it. Be sure to check it out on Superfluous!)
This is stupid.
Stupid.
Ridiculous and stupid.
I shouldn’t do this. I really shouldn’t. What’s wrong with me?
*takes a deep breath*
Don’t do the thing,
don’t do the thing,
don’t do the thing.
. . . I’m gonna do the thing.
*pushes open the door*
*and walks across the lobby to the tastefully-decorated front desk*
Anton: No weapons.
Pardon?
Anton: No weapons are permitted in the Midnight Hotel.
*nods at Vorpal*
*which is neatly sheathed and hanging on Oscar’s belt*
*dark energy coursing along the steely blade*
What?
Oh, no. No. I’m not checking in.
Anton: *raises an eyebrow*
Mmhmm?
I’m here to . . . to talk to someone. Could you tell me in which room Doctor Precocious is staying?
Anton: Doctor Precocious was staying in Room 14.
Excellant, if you could just-
Was?
Anton: Yes. She checked out today.
. . .
Anton: Sir, if you don’t mind, I-
*runs for the staircase*
Anton: Sir!
*hugs Lantern* :)
@Zaf: My mum used to be a youth worker. And she was working with this girl, and this girl was saying that everyone always thought she'd be bad because she came from a bad family and her brother was bad, and my mum pointed out that by acting like she was acting, wasn't she fulfilling their expectations?
(My mum got her really into doing her schoolwork, though, and she got an A in English and she was over the moon, because she'd never done that well before, but she couldn't get higher than a C in maths because she was in a lower set and she couldn't move up because everyone else had been learning the higher stuff whilst she'd been messing around, and so she was stuck getting a C when she could do so much better, and my mum was saying it was unfair and that when she was doing her O levels, everyone had to take the same test, and the 'smart' people did the easy questions as well as the hard ones, and the 'less smart' people did the harder ones as well as the easier ones, and even if they didn't know how to do them, at least they could make an attempt.
And people have just made exams easier over the years, so people can get higher levels and then all the high levels look really good for the country.
But I'm ranting. :P)
(That sounds like Star trek.
Spock: Kirk, don't do the thing.
Kirk: I'm gonna do the thing.)
*bangs open the door to Room 14*
Doctor?
*the room is empty*
*nearly all of the personal effects removed*
. . . No . . .
*looks wildly around for any sign*
*any sign*
*that Precocious had lived there*
Oh, oh am I too late?
Stars above . . .
*wrenches open the door to the closet*
*where an old*
*worn*
*dusty*
*faded*
*sequined tuxedo jacket is hanging*
*runs back downstairs*
*his mind racing*
Where is she? Where did she go?
Anton: *shrugs*
She didn’t say.
*leans on the check-in desk*
But I find it unlikely that she’ll be coming back.
*yanks open the door*
*and stumbles out into the street*
Am I . . . too late?
*shouts at the vacant street*
Where is she!?
Where did she go!?
(Osmosssssiisss)
(( ANNI!!!!!! D:))
...
Did you just call me Luciboo
...
...
Anton: *follows him out the door*
Sir, are you quite alright?
No, I am NOT quite alright!
*looks very dizzy now*
I’ve got to find her . . . I’ve got to find her . . . she could be dead already! Stars above, what if she’s dead already?
Anton: Sir?
I need a car!
Anton: What?
I mean, I don’t have a car.
*runs an anxious hand through his hair*
I need a car, Anton, I need a car, I don’t have a car, STARS ABOVE why don’t I have a damn CAR!? Where’s her van?
Anton: In the impound lot, ready to be churned into scrap.
Damn!
*flops onto a park bench*
*buries his face in his hands*
What am I going to do now?
-
. . .
. . .
I don’t know what to do.
I’m stuck,
I’m lost,
I’m alone,
and I don’t know where she’s gone.
*bows head*
The twelve days are up. She . . .
She is dead.
She has to be.
. . .
*lifts his head*
*his eyes wide*
In her last moments, in her last moments, she . . . she . . .
She would go the abandoned swing set.
Of COURSE she would go to the abandoned swing set!
*takes off running down the street*
*grunts on impact*
Protective hoodie.
New favourite thing.
(And, uh... Sparky's generally between 70 and 75, but she still looks around 18-19ish because of her early Surge and a plot point I have yet to employ but Miles was planning on using in BFB at some point I think)
OH DAMMIT ANNI. D:
#ChaseForBookNine
(...Oops.)
*the abandoned swing set sits on a hill*
*very much abandoned*
*the snow lies a little over a foot deep*
*and one of the swings creaks rustily in the breeze*
*she’s lying in the snow*
*splayed out like a spider crushed under a boot*
*as if she was trying desperately to get to the swing set*
*but just*
*gave up*
*halfway there*
*stumbles through the snow*
D-D-D-Doctor?
*teeth chattering from the cold*
Doctor?
*forced his way through the deep snow*
*staggers*
*stumbles*
*and drops to his knees beside her*
Please . . .
Please don’t be dead . . .
Precocious: Cold . . .
*feverishly scoops away some of the snow*
*and lifts her up a little, wrapping his coat around her*
Precocious: It’s so . . . cold . . .
*coughs*
*blood splatters against Oscar’s trouser leg*
*and for the first time in his life*
*he doesn’t care*
I’ve lost . . . too much blood . . .
*coughs hoarsely*
I can’t . . . I don’t . . .
Shh shh shh.
*his face is paler than salt*
*and he looks like all his nightmares are coming true*
. . . Everything is going to be okay.
(anni no)
*Taps the rock below her*
Alchemy.
Hollah.
*She looks down at Sparky with a slight grin on her face, half-hidden by shadow*
My dear, you really don'y want to fight me.
((ANNIKA
I'M CYRING. D:))
#ChaseForBookNine
Precocious: I can’t . . .
*coughs again*
I can’t hear her . . . her voice . . . it’s gone . . .
That’s good.
That’s good.
*feverishly breathed on her hands, trying to warm them*
Precocious: I can almost see her . . .
*raises a weary hand to the sky*
Skipping through the darkness . . . laughing . . . even as she r-r-rots in the abyss . . .
*takes a deep shuddering breath*
Is that where I’m going?
Where will I go when I die?
D-don’t talk about that.
*gentle lifts her head and torso*
*and leans her against his lap*
Don’t talk like that.
You won’t die.
You can’t die.
*looks like he’s ready to cry*
After 500 years, you can’t die now!
500, what a record, right?
Look at all the good times we’ve had!
Please,
please, you can live. You have to live.
*hugs her tightly*
I’ll make you live.
I’ll help you.
I’ll do anything, anything!
There has to be something.
Precocious: Oscar . . .
*gently lays a hand on his shoulder*
. . . no.
It’s over. I’m dying.
Isn’t that what you’ve always wanted?
*her hoarse coughing echoes through the clearing*
Precocious: You win.
SPARX IS BEING A MORON
And I'm genuinely dumb, omg.
(OSMISSLSDUJNV
FUCK)
*clutches her hand in both of his*
I can’t accept that. I can’t, you KNOW I can’t.
Precocious: Oscar . . . Oscar, it’s okay . . .
No it’s NOT okay!
*trembling now*
This is not okay, none of this is okay. You . . . you bitch, none of this is okay. M-my whole life I’ve been slaving over you, living for you, fighting for you,
and
for
what?
My WHOLE DAMN LIFE has revolved around you and for WHAT?
For WHAT?
Precocious: I’m so sorry, Oscar . . .
*her face is beginning to turn blue*
*and her hands are beginning to shake*
It’s . . . cold . . . too cold . . .
*lies down next to her*
*puts his arms around her to keep her warm*
Please.
Please, give in.
Precocious: What . . ?
Give in to Khasiis. Let her in. Let her through.
Become the dark goddess Khasiis wanted you to be.
Precocious: I can’t, Oscar.
Yes you can!
*eyes watering*
You can, and I’ll help you!
Accept her, and you can LIVE. You can live, and nobody has to die!
All will be forgiven, Doctor!
All will be forgiven!
*scowls*
Ads, get off my fucking roof and finish putting the lights up for god's sake
(LU WAS DUMBER FIRSTER AND I GET TO PUNCH HER WHEN WE MEET)
(Anni fuck no)
*Adra looks appalled* YOU tackled ME?
(( ANNI!!! ))
[hugs Anni] Thank youuu.
[Laughs] Sloths had guitar riffs.
[hugs Adra] Thanks... Yeah, I guess I'd be learning to blog-walk?
[Eats skulcake]
Thank you Zaf! [hugs] [tries not to die from explosive confetti]
Thank you Lucy! [hugs] [dances around in rainbows]
[Hugs Star]
[hugs Snow]
#ChaseForBook9
Precocious: Oscar, you . . . you don’t know . . . what you’re saying.
*her voice is growing hoarse and weaker*
If I let her in . . . it would . . . destroy . . . everything . . .
Except you!
*clutches her tightly*
It wouldn’t destroy YOU, and it wouldn’t destroy ME. We would be free!
Precocious: Blogland-
May God damn Blogland to Hell!
*soft white snowflakes fall from the sky*
*in the distance, carolers can be heard singing*
Precocious: Oscar . . .
*coughs violently*
*blood splatters against the snow*
*red on white*
*it looks rather beautiful*
Oscar . . . all our lives . . . you . . . have tried . . . to kill meEH-
*coughs up more blood*
Why . . . should you care . . .
You win . . . now . . . right?
Yes, yes yes, I win!
*pulls out a moist towelette*
*wipes the blood off her face*
But I don’t win! I can’t . . . I can’t win with you dead. I can’t. You need to stay alive, alright? For me?
Precocious: *cough cough*
*wraps his arms tighter around her*
*trying to keep her warm*
*but it’s just too cold*
*and the snow keeps falling*
Precocious: What . . . are you saying . . ?
. . .
I'M A MORON I'M ALLOWED TO DO THAT AND I HATE YOU
My roof, my rules.
((And it's just so beautiful that even with all THAT -
*points to all the evil horribleness of Annika's evil plotline*
They still love each other.
And like -
And we just started doing about Romeo and Juliet, and we have all these themes on the board, and were picking out the three main ones for each film trailer, and everyone was picking ones like "War" and "Competition" and "Hate" and "Violence" (those were four of the five most common), and the only one that everyone unfailingly picked was "Love."
And it looked a bit out of place, because there was all this death and war and hate, and then there was kind of "love" just randomly thrown in the middle of it. And although there were many different forms of the various bad things, love just kind of shone there like a beacon, and it was there unfailingly, and . . .
And my point was nothing to do with any of this, my point is that I was crying, but you know. :)
Love is just beautiful.))
#ChaseForbookNine
(OSCAR)
HEY
NO
MEANIE
*pokes her cheek*
MEANIE BUTTFACE
I . . .
I’m saying . . .
. . .
I’m saying that you’ve been my sole reason to stay alive,
and without you, I’m only surviving,
I’m not living.
I’m saying that I’m sick and broken and half-mad,
and no one would have me, but I still hold on to a
miserable
little
dream
that one day you might.
I’m saying that my life has been sheer Hell not being by your side,
but it would all be worth it if you could just please
please
tell me you love me.
That is what I’m saying.
((Anni stop making me cry okay this is not funny))
#ChaseForBook9
(I FUCKING TOLD YOU THEY LOVE EACH OTHER)
OI!
*The ground lifts her higher, and she hops onto the roof, before the ground falls back to itself*
Well that was certainly a line to walk in on.
#ChaseForBook9
(( *is trying really hard not to cry* DO NOT TO A DOCTOR AND ROSE ENDING!! I WILL KILL YOU IF YOU DO!!!))
Precocious: . . .
. . .
Precocious: . . . Oscar . . .
*clutches her hands in his*
Please.
Please say it.
*closes eyes*
Please.
Say it.
Just once.
Precocious: *reaches up*
*her hand brushes against his cheek*
Oscar, I . . .
*her hand drops limply to the ground*
*silence*
*scowls harder*
ANNIKA, FOR THE SECOND NIGHT IN A ROW I'M SAT HERE CRYING WHEN I SHOULD BE GOING TO SLEEP AND I SWEAR YOU ARE AMAZING.
And you know what, FUCK the whole romance genre, because I've just spent the whole day reading a rather boring romance book and then I come here and I'm just like WHY DO I BOTHER TRYING TO GIVE MYSELF SOME SEMBLACNE OF A LIFE.
#ChaseForBookNine
NONONON
ANNI
Trip! *hugs*
ANI
NISVJDKLVHBSDJHBVsklahdfbvjklfbsef
(BUT WAIT, THERE'S MORE!)
*silence*
. . .
*silence*
. . . It’s the cold.
*rubs her cheeks*
*trying to bring color back into them*
It’s the cold
It’s the cold
It’s just the cold
*blows on her hands*
It’s just the cold
It’s just the COLD!
*clutches her to him*
*bright light*
*brighter than a star*
*blazes through the clearing, refracting through Oscar and casting dazzling patterns on the blindingly white snow*
IT’S
JUST
THE
COLD.
*healing power courses through her veins*
*light blazes behind Oscar’s eyes*
Wake up.
Wake up, now!
NOW!
*he clutches her wrist*
*and feels for a pulse*
Oh God . . . oh God, yes . . . yes! Yes!
AH-HA HA HA AH AHA!
*a tiny*
*quiet*
*gentle pulse beats in her wrist*
*barely perceptible*
*but there, none the less*
You’ll live,
you’ll live, oh yes you will! *laughs wildly and holds her tightly*
Not yet! You’re not dying yet! You’re going to live!
(( YOU DID A DOCTOR AND ROSE ENDING!!! I SAID I WOULD KILL YOU IF YOU DID AND YOU DID!!! *stabs anni*))
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! D:
#ChaseForBookNIne
*laughs at Sparky, and gets back to work*
(ANNI IM TRYING NOT TO SCREAM)
OH MY GOSH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
:D
#ChaseFOrooBNine
(*gives Star a great big hug*)
What . . . what the-
*reaches into her coat*
Pardon me . . .
*and removes two echo-stones*
*one electric blue*
*and one fiery orange*
. . .
. . .
Oh . . .
My . . .
*a vivid orange light blazes from the orange echo-stone*
*and a gentleman with ginger hair and 16th century attire materializes in the snow*
*he turns and looks at him*
Tarot: GET YOUR FILTHY PAWS OFF MY NEICE.
They’re very CLEAN paws. You could probably eat off them if you liked.
Tarot: *crouches beside Precocious*
. . . Oh Hell.
She’s alive!
*rubs her arms furiously*
*trying to restore the circulation*
She has a pulse! See? She has a pulse!
Tarot: Oscar . . .
No!
Tarot: Oscar, even if she isn’t dead yet, she’s going to die in-
Are you going to help me or not!?
*they stare each other down*
Tarot: From what I know about you, I ought to kill you right now.
Why should I do anything to help you?
*takes a deep breath*
Because we both have made the mistake of loving this woman.
Tarot: . . .
. . .
Tarot: What do you want me to do?
*looks down at the blue echo-stone*
This is . . . oh Hell . . .
*drops it like a hot coal*
This is . . .
*looks at Vorpal*
*lying on the snow*
*and aglow with dark energy*
*looks up at Tarot*
I need you to help me.
(*throws up fangirlyness*)
*darkness*
*but no redness*
*or whiteness*
*in the silence*
*and quiet*
*a little girl is still skipping*
Khasiis: *closes her eyes*
???: Eheheehhehehehehheheheh.
Khasiis: *opens her eyes*
Shh.
???: Sh-sh-sh-sh-sugar, pleeeeeeeeease let me go.
Khasiis: *laughs*
As if!
I’ve kept you here for five hundred years, and here you will stay, Hassle.
Hassle Precocious: *guttural slurping noises*
Eheheheheheheheheheheh.
Khasiis: . . . You’re quite boring, you know.
You went mad long ago.
Hassle: Ehehehehhehhheheheehehheheheheh.
Khasiis: . . .
*the world peels apart*
*and a bright white slit opens in time and space*
Khasiis: . . .
*turns around*
*very slowly*
*and squints at the light*
What
the
Hell.
Hassle: Ehehehehheheh!
Well this is a t-t-t-turn-up, isn’t it, K-K-K-Khasiis!
EHEHEHHEHEHEHHEH!
Khasiis: . . .
. . .
*smiles*
*and walks towards the light*
(Yay! Christmas!)
#ChaseFor Book9
:D
#ChaseForBookNine
(did you fucking just Anni)
(Trip! Btw- I sent you an email)
*she finds*
*to her surprise*
*a creepy abandoned swing set*
*and a man dressed in black*
*standing in the snow*
*over the body of Doctor Precocious*
*he’s gripping Vorpal in his right hand*
*and the tear in reality stretches all the way down to Vorpal’s glistening steel tip*
*a stripe of black against a landscape of white*
Khasiis: *smiles*
How did you manage to find me?
She told me you were in a world of darkness. An abyss. The edge between worlds.
*gestures to the limp body at his feet*
So . . . lucky guess?
Khasiis: Blogland was never meant to have access to the abyss.
*holds up Vorpal*
This weapon was never meant to be in Blogland.
Khasiis: *skips across the sky*
*not a care in the world about gravity*
*and comes to a stop just overtop of the snow*
And is there something you would like to say to me, Oscar Neurotic?
*gestures to Precocious’s body*
A Christmas gift, from me to you.
Khasiis: . . .
Take her. Possess her. Make her into that dark goddess.
Just . . . don’t let her die.
Remove the curse. Let her live.
Please.
Khasiis: . . .
*smiles*
(( ANNI BY GOD I WILL MURDER YOU!!!! THE FEELS!!))
*After a little bit, Adra has to sit down, feeling quite tired so early in the day again*
*Grumbles*
ADRA
YOU
REBLOGGED SOEMTHING ON TUMBLR
AND NOW I'M
GOING TO WRITE
A DISNEY-ESQUE STORY
BECAUSE OF IT
THANK
MURDER IS TOO GOOD FOR HER. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
Khasiis: Perhaps I underestimated how useful a lonely obsessive-compulsive would be.
*flinches*
Khasiis: *laughs*
*and skips forward*
Back away, Mr. Neurotic.
*nods at Vorpal*
I want that filthy instrument nowhere near me.
*obediently steps back*
*and as the tip of Vorpal moves, the slice in space and time grows longer*
Khasiis: *kneels beside Precocious’s cold form*
*looks up at Oscar*
If this is some sort of trick,
you will regret it for the rest of your life.
Understood.
Khasiis: Really?
Yes.
Khasiis: *smiles*
*as the white snow begins to melt in a burning red glow*
(okay, Sparky.
Okay. ::P)
(I'll read it when the story ends Adra.)
*sits in the bad, sipping tumblesoz* Good to see you again, old friend. You're stronger than I remember.
#ChaseForBook9
*the scarlet snow begins to melt into watery red rivulets of blood that puddle beneath the swings and pool around Doctor Precocious*
Khasiis: *holds out her hand*
*and releases the red balloon*
*it spirals up into the sky*
*a flash of brilliant scarlet light sears into Oscar’s eyes*
*and he gasps*
*and drops Vorpal*
*his hands leaping to his eyes*
*when he opens them again*
*bloody tears are streaming down his face*
*and he watches as Doctor Precocious stands up*
*her hair is soaked and dripping with blood*
*and her back is facing him*
*she keeps jerking*
*and flickering*
*like a television with bad reception*
*or a cartoon with missing frames of animation*
. . .
Doct- *COUGH*
*cough cough*
*cough*
Doctor?
Khasiis: . . .
*turns*
*looks down at Oscar with glossy black eyes*
*and leaps into the air, hanging there like a Christmas tree ornament*
WHAT
HAVE
YOU
DONE?
*shrieks violently*
*stumbles back*
*lands on his arse in the bloody snow*
Khasiis: WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?
*stares in horror at her flickering hands*
My body-
Is-
Rej-j-j-jecting Doctor Precocious!
*slowly*
*shakily*
*reaches into his pocket*
*and pulls out the blue echo-stone*
Rejecting Echo-Precocious.
(Alright!
Wait
who are you talking to
what)
OH MY GOSH
#ChaseForBookNine
(YESYESYESYESYESYESYESYES)
Khasiis: *screams in fury at Oscar*
*until the screams turn*
*slowly*
*into peals of delighted laughter*
*falters slightly*
You . . . you’ve taken the body of an echo!
*holds the stone higher*
With the destruction of this stone, you dissipate into the air, never to be seen again!
Khasiis: *her arm snaps out*
*impossibly long*
*and snatches the stone from his grip*
*crushing it into dust*
*the dust cascades into the snow*
*and she laughs*
Khasiis: Poor, poor, pitiful Oscar!
*laughs harder*
Poor, poor, pitiful you!
(( ANNI!!! *hugs and murders at the same time* ))
hi...
what
#ChaseForBookNine
(hey Em!)
(I'm screaming)
Hi Em! :)
#ChaseForBookNine
Khasiis: *hangs in the air*
*wearing Echo-Precocious’s body*
*she looks like a corpse on a puppet string*
You poor, poor, pitiful creature!
*throws back her head and laughs*
You actually thought such a feeble thing as an echo could truly bind me to this world? Could truly fuse my powers?
HA!
*sweeps her hand to the right*
*hurling Oscar off his feet*
*and into the swing set*
*slams into the monkey bars*
Urgh . . .
*tumbles to the ground*
*leaving an Oscar-shaped impression in the snow*
Khasiis: You IDIOT.
*the snow around Oscar begins to boil*
I needed to assimilate a whole human being, you contemptible fool! An echo is hardly half of one!
*the snow grows steaming hot, and Oscar shrieks in pain*
If you had given me YOURSELF to possess, then my body would’ve rejected you as a foreign counterpart, and your true name would have pushed me away, but NOW . . .
*doubles over in laughter*
Now you’ve done nothing but made me stronger! Nothing but give me another consciousness and new emotions to feed on in my rage!
*drags himself away from the boiling snow*
*coughing and spluttering*
*Vorpal is beyond his reach*
*lying on the ice a few dozen yards away*
Khasiis: Had you given me TWO souls to consume, TWO echo-stones, I would have been ended! Bound to both stones for all eternity, or until you saw fit to break them. But it’s too late!
*laughs wildly*
Too late!
No matter where you’ve stashed the real Precocious, she is almost certainly dead by now! And you have no second soul to offer me. So, if you don’t mind my saying so,
BUGGER OFF.
*reaches into his pocket*
*pulls out the orange echo-stone*
*and stares at it in stupefied shock*
What . . .
If . . .
(He was talking to the Tumblesoz)
#ChaseForBook9
@ADRA: I'M QUATRE PAST ELEVEN AT NIGHT I CAN'T SCREAM.
#ChaseForBookNine
Khasiis: *recoils in shock*
What are you doing?
Stop!
No!
You can’t!
. . .
. . .
*a sickly smile spreads across her face*
You . . . can’t.
You’re not doing it.
I . . .
*looks at the stone*
Khasiis: You’re too scared to do it.
*laughs*
You’re afraid.
I’m not afraid. I’m not!
*stares into the the center of the echo-stone*
*and sees the faint pulse of life within it*
Khasiis: Well?
Hmm?
Come on? Kill me! Kill him, like you killed Echo-Precocious!
That was different! Echo-Precocious volunteered.
*blinks at the echo-stone*
His life . . . his life is not mine to sacrifice.
Khasiis: Awh, what’s this, the wittle baby superviwain want to be a hero?
Want to save a wittle echo-stone? Awh.
I thought you were a supervillain!
I . . .
Khasiis: Make the choice!
I . . .
Khasiis: Make it!
I . . .
I . . .
(Right... If you want, mind if I pop on over there? Or you to Sparky and I?
Maybe?)
(STAR I FEEL YOU )
(( ANNIIIIIIIII!!!! ))
@Annika: *frozen*
*doesn't have my actual fingers crossed, because apparently I don't like that*
*but has my mental ones crossed*
*very crossed*
#ChaseForBookNine
(bye no)
I . . . I can’t do it.
. . . I can’t make the choice.
*looks down at the stone*
*and realizes the pulse of life is gone from it*
*then a voice from behind him*
Tarot: Fortunately, it’s not your choice to make.
*whips around*
TAROT, NO!
Tarot: *swoops forward*
*and seizes Khasiis’s hand*
Khasiis: *tries to pull her hand away*
What are you doing!?
WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE!?
*as the sky turns blood red*
Khasiis: *screams in pain*
*reaches out*
Tarot!
No!
Tarot: *screaming in pain*
*manages to look down at Oscar*
*and for a moment, the pain on his face is replaced with a look of peace*
*he mouths “Make her happy.”*
*and Oscar is once again blinded by a flash of dazzling red light*
(What the actual frick is going on right now)
(Herrow Em. How are you?)
#ChaseForBook9
(OSMOSIS)
SPARZ IS AN ABSOLUTE GENIUS, AND YOU ALL NEEDED TO KNOW THAT OKAY
*tumbles backward into a pile of pure-white snow*
*opens his eyes*
*Khasiis is writhing in midair now*
*a twisted mess of chaos and uncertainty*
*the spitting image of Doctor Precocious*
*but with long ginger hair instead*
*and she’s screaming*
*and crying*
*and begging for the pain*
*to*
*just*
*stop*
Khasiis: Please . . .
*reaches out to Oscar*
*tears streaming down her face*
Please . . .
*and for a split instant it’s not Khasiis looking at him*
*it’s Echo-Precocious*
*and her eyes say “It’s cool, bro, I got this.”*
*and then it’s Doctor Tarot*
*and his eyes say “My sweetheart is alive, and that’s all that matters.”*
*and then it’s Khasiis again*
*and she is still screaming*
*claws his way through the snow*
Khasiis: Please . . .
*seizes the orange echo-stone*
Khasiis: Oscar . . .
*and another hand slams down atop Oscar’s*
*looks up*
*into Doctor Precocious’s haggard-looking face*
Precocious: *whispers* Let me do it.
Please.
For my uncle.
Khasiis: Doctor . . .
*nods*
Khasiis: I am you . . .
You . . . are . . .
Precocious: *crushes the stone into dust*
Khasiis: *unravels in the air*
*and flutters to the ground*
*as soft*
*red*
*snowflakes*
(Hello Sparky :P)
(Anni likes to write out her stories, and we're all enjoying them... She's been separating this one out for quite a while, and this is the finale )
(( I LITERALLY WANT TO MURDER YOU AND THEN HUG YOUR CORPS!!))
*grins*
Heh.
*sits there*
*in the snow*
*and watches the red snowflakes drift to earth*
*too stunned to say a word*
Precocious: *wide-eyed*
*trembling from head to foot*
*but alive*
*completely, undeniably, alive*
. . .
Precocious: . . .
. . .
*slowly raises a hand and point at her*
You . . . are alive.
Precocious: *looks down at herself*
*gives herself a gentle poke*
. . . I am.
*points at the snowflakes*
I . . . you . . . killed her.
Yeah . . .
*dazedly watches the snowflakes fall*
We . . . we did.
*they look at one another*
*starts laughing uncomfortably*
Precocious: *chuckles quietly*
*laughs a little louder*
*still staring and gesturing at her*
*incapable of rational speech*
Precocious: *laughs a little louder*
*holding out a hand to catch a red snowflake*
*and rubbing it between her fingers*
*bursts out in uncontrollable laughter*
Precocious: *falls over onto her side*
*laughing hysterically*
*ridiculously*
*uncontrollably*
*and they hug each other*
*laughing until tears stream down their faces*
*until the laughter turns into hiccuping sobs*
*and they’re left helplessly clutching each other in the snow*
@Sparky: IT'S THE GRAND FINALE.
http://doctorprecocious.blogspot.com/
#ChaseForBookNine
([heavy breathing])
(Ahh)
Precocious: D-Doctor Tarot . . .
*clutches her tightly*
*doesn’t say anything*
Precocious: He died for me . . . twice!
*a helpless chuckle escapes her mouth*
I lived for you.
Precocious: You did . . . you did . . .
*still clutching each other*
*sobbing*
I . . . I could make you forget.
Precocious: Forget?
Forget him. Forget the pain.
If you want.
*looks at Vorpal lying a distance away*
Precocious: You can’t do that . . .
I’m a supervillain. I can do anything.
Precocious: *chokes back a laugh*
No. No, Oscar, I . . . I don’t want to forget.
Doctor, Doctor, look at me.
*cups her face in his hands*
Precocious: *looks at him*
You are alive, Doctor.
You are still living.
Precocious: *smiles*
*smiles*
Precocious: *starts to laugh*
*starts to laugh*
Both: *burst into tearful laughter and fall into each other’s arms*
(I'm throwing up feelings)
Heh?
(Awr.)
#ChaseForBook9
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
:D
#ChaseForBookNine
(OSMOSISOSMOSIUJBVS
*dead*)
Precocious: Oscar, I love you.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
*Dies*
\
*but not before killing anni*
Anni. *glares
You don't have Oscar realising her loves her OR Precocious sobbing over the van being lonely on that blog of yours.
The first one is kind of vital, and the second one is just -
THE CAR DEALER DIDN'T EVEN WANT IT
AND NOW IT'S NOT EVEN WORTHY OF BEING PUT ON YOUR BLOG
BUT -
She's alive!!!!!!!!!
SO IT WILL BE LOVED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AND WON'T BE SITTING THERE RUSTING IN THE CORNER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*tries to breathe*
ARGHHHHHHHHHHHA:DFWQHIlofhwae;ofneslrjgesrlgjvnrfg
:D
#ChaseForBookNIne
Meanwhile at Trip's Tavern:
*a clock ticks in the background, takes a small sip of Tumblesoz*
#ChaseForBook9
ASDFGHJKL
*hugs*
I CAN'T HANDLE THIS DAMMIT. :P
#ChaseForBookNine
*suddenly feels very dizzy*
Then . . .
Precocious: *hugs him tighter*
Then . . . it’s all worth it.
It’s all worth it.
*takes her hand*
*and they stand up*
Precocious: *sways on the spot*
*looking almost sick with the revelation*
*takes a deep breath*
*exhales*
What . . . what should we do now?
Precocious: *looks at the abandoned swing set covered in blood and snow*
. . . I don’t know.
*looks back at him*
Anything, I suppose.
*slowly begins walking back towards town*
*Precocious by his side*
*he feels elated*
*and positively dizzy with happiness*
I . . . I don’t know what to do now.
Precocious: I think I should buy some new pants. I haven’t changed in a twelve days.
Yeah, yeah that would be good.
*nods like a bobblehead*
And I have a ton of paperwork to do at the office.
Precocious: Yeah.
Yeah.
Precocious: And I should get my van out of the impound lot.
Yeah . . .
Precocious: Yeah . . .
*they look at each other*
*Adra pauses, getting a message on her phone*
Excuse me, Sparky... I appear I have to go...
*She jumps onto a tree, slides down*
*Calls up* I'll help more when I'm not ill!
*Runs in the direction of the bar and lab*
ANNI I HATE/LOVE YOU!! YOU GOD DAMN EVIL GENIUS!!
(It's adorkable ain't it?)
#ChaseForBook9
(KISS ALREADY)
YEAH????????????????????
Yeah. :P
#ChaseForBookNine
Hello?
What . . .
*takes a deep breath*
*tries again*
What do people usually do when they’re in love?
*feels ready to faint at the word “love”*
Precocious: I don’t know.
I’m not sure if I’ve ever been in love with someone who . . . who loved me.
*looks down at the ground*
Maybe . . . coffee?
Precocious: Coffee?
Coffee. I hear that in-love people sometimes go out and get coffee.
Precocious: *smiles excitedly*
That sounds wonderful.
Yeah.
Precocious: . . .
. . .
*thinks about leaning in to kiss her*
Oscar’s Inner Dialogue: "No . . . no, that’s too . . . well, it’s ungentlemanly. I mean, it did take you five-hundred years to tell her you loved her . . . Gah! You love her! You really do love her! This . . . this is ridiculous. It’s stupid ridiculous. I mean, maybe she mean what she said in some other way or some other context, I mean, look at yourself. You’re probably the cleanest man in Blogland. What kind of a lunatic woman would ever care about a daft old obsessive comp-"
Precocious: *puts her arms around his neck and kisses him*
(*grabs Edward's shoulders* *screams*)
hey ed.
*is in the prepossess of killing anni for a fourth time*
(*Screams more*)
*Stands in confusion at the screaming*
You remembered the vannnnnnnnnnnn. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
(Wait hang on)
*Stops running, feeling wearied by it*
*Walks, slowly, instead*
Hello Forgotten detective that steals oblivion and informs death of solitude. I dont beleive we have met.
ANNI!!!! *repeatedly stabs* GAHHHH!!!
*his eyes flare gold*
*and a jolt of heat sears through his body*
Precocious: *steps away*
*blushing furiously*
*and hoping he didn’t notice that her eyes flared blue*
*he did notice*
Precocious: I . . . I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have . . .
N-no, it’s fine.
*looks dazed*
Precocious: *smiles earnestly*
Maybe we should go get the coffee . . .
Coffee sounds . . . wonderful. It sounds like the most wonderful thing in the world.
*holds out his hand*
Precocious: *takes it*
*glances down at his trouser leg*
Ugh!
Precocious: *looks concerned*
What happened? Were you mortally injured?
Yes! I’ve got dirt all over my trouser leg.
Precocious: *reaches into her pocket*
*passes Oscar a moist towelette*
. . .
Precocious: . . .
I . . . I love you so much.
Precocious: *smiles*
Was that so hard to say?
*they set off towards town*
*in the distance, somebody is singing the Twelve Days of Christmas*
(Merry Christmas, Blogland.)
lol ed. it's snow.
(*claps*
*bravo*
*dies*
*a lot*
THAT was amazing i love you so much Annika thank you )
[Joins the screamingness]
[Is only sort of here now, sorry.]
#ChaseForBook9
I swear, I am going to explode.
I am not going to pop like a bubble.
I am going to explode like a star and wipe out entire planets, melt entire galaxies (and create Galaxy bars! :))
#ChaseForBookNine
(Hey Ed. How're ye?)
#ChaseForBook9
Oooooh, Well hello snow. Erm, why are you a forgotten detective?
(*bows to the audience*
Thank you. Writing this epic saga has been an enriching experience.
*rockin' guitar riff plays in the background*)
December 22, 2013 at 11:22 PM
Blogger The Empress Lady Adrasdos Dark, Flower Princess said...
(*claps*
*bravo*
*dies*
*a lot*
THAT was amazing i love you so much Annika thank you )
December 22, 2013 at 11:22 PM
DITTO. :)
#ChaseForbookNine
ANNIIIIII!!!
(Hello Trip, I be fine thanks)
(Annika, that really was lovely, and I'm so happy to have read that. That has made my night and I'm here, grinning like a fool, and I completely missed an episode of Merlin because I was paying so much attention to this. It was incredible. I'm so happy I know you.)
Everyone is commenting so quickly o-o
i am the forgotten detective because it's dramatic.
*stabs anni*
WHAT AM I GOING TO DO WITH MY LIFE NOW THAT HAS ENDED?
Oh, wait. I don't have a life.
:)
#ChaseForBookNine
(I love all of you. Thank you for loving me and Doctor Precocious and Oscar Neurotic. I wouldn't be here without you.
Don't forget to tip your waitresses!
*ba-dum TISH*)
(ITS FUCKING GOOD LUCE :P)
*Stops by the lab, wringing her hands together*
*Glances at the bar, and the light inside*
*Figures she might be bothering Trip*
*She stands there for a moment, looking down at her arm*
(*stands and claps for seventy three years until my death* :3)
#ChaseForBook9
I know, Lu
@Annika: I think I will just sit here and ditto Adra again.
Because she says it very well. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
Blogger Star Inkbright (Ink!) said...
WHAT AM I GOING TO DO WITH MY LIFE NOW THAT HAS ENDED?
Oh, wait. I don't have a life.
:)
#ChaseForBookNine
December 22, 2013 at 11:25 PM
DITO
(Let me just die Anni okay
Yeah
*dies*)
ANNI!! *stabs* *again*
(But worry not thy little heads. Just because the FIRST arc is done doesn't mean those two will be leaving Blogland. Heavens, no!
It just means that literally anything could happen from this point forward,
and I'm really excited.
*claps her hands*
*and hugs everyone*)
heh
INK
DON'T FORGET
THE BFB FINALE IS CHRISTMAS DAY
@Annika: HOW COULD I NOT LOVE YOU?
*hugs*
Hunter, you can tip the waitress.
Hunter: How am I meant to when I don't exist here???
#ChaseForBookNine
*sips Tumblesoz*
I sure wish someone would come in and bother me so something could happen to me plot-wise.
#ChaseForBook9
(*hugs Sparky and Luce* I'm sorry if this is kinda awkward for you... :/ BUT it's actually really a cool thing rn. And you should go to Anni's blog and read the whole thing :D)
yeah!!
i dedicate this page to anni. for being an insane ninja evil genius that knows how to, in such a short time, kill people then bring them back only to kill them again.
*stabs anni* *for about the tenth time today*
@Sparky: AW FUCK.
Might have to wait a bit to read it, then. :)
@Snow: Thank you. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
(Ah! Speaking of my blog, I need to format this story and post in on there. I will be distant for a minute or two.)
*lea walks in and bothers trip* hia
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