Well then.
As you know, I've been writing. Writing, writing, writing. You don't get to do an awful lot of other things when you're writing. Well, sometimes you do, but not when you have deadlines like these. The short stories I'm writing, all of them, need to be delivered by Wednesday. The first draft of Book Nine needs to be delivered by the middle of next month.
To say I am a tad busy would be something of an understatement.
Of course, all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy, and why would Jack want to be a dull boy? I've been doing things. Reading things. Watching things.
Take this evening, for instance. This evening I watched the last Sherlock of the current season. The first episode of the season was oddly character-driven, at the expense of the central mystery, but I didn't mind that in the least. The second episode, the wedding episode, was hilariously sublime. And the final episode, having Sherlock face off against a truly unique villain... well. It was just wonderful stuff.
And I've been reading. Stephen King, mostly. Going over his early works. His classics. When I was a kid, I went straight from The Three Investigators and the Hardy Boys to Stephen King and these wonderfully violent and detailed Gold Eagle books like The Executioner and Able Team and Phoenix Force, books that gave you diagrams of the weapons they used at the back of the book. Basically, I graduated from kids books to horror and action. And after a few Stephen King books like Cujo (the first King book I can remember reading) I went on to James Herbert and Shaun Hutson — overtly violent and brilliantly horrific.
And now, after all this time, I'm going back to Stephen King, and loving it all.
Recommendations? Read The Stand. Then read It. Two MASSIVE books. You won't be sorry.
So these things have been my break from the writing. Christmas, for me, was mostly about the short stories. But there was one story...
It started off fine. Exactly as I planned. It would be a new kind of story, something I hadn't really tried before. It would probably end up as one of the longer stories of the collection, though, but not by much.
I thought.
I have just finished it. Half an hour ago, I finished it. At the moment, before edits, it is over 20,000 words long. That's twice as long as The End of the World. So you'll be reading through Armageddon-Outta-Here (haw!), and hopefully enjoying the stories, and then you'll get to this brand new novella, a good, solid chunky story, and I think this story alone will make the collection worth the money.
I think. I hope. Right now I'm far too tired to form a coherent opinion. All I know is, I've been working hard. And it's not over yet.
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In any case, my good Doctor, worrying for Mr. Neurotic is perfectly natural.
But do not dwell upon it for too long, or you shall grow mad.
*Reaches up, grabbing his hand, and pulling him towards her again*
Trip, I know you love me. It's alright, you don't have to feel conflicted... *Half smiles* I'm not going to leave you for something that's out of your control. I love you too much to do that.
*waves a hand airily*
Oh, Sir, I went mad long ago. Look at me; a monster hunter with an Eldritch horror for a friend, a sorcerer who doesn't believe in magic, and the fiancé of my arch nemesis.
I went mad long ago.
But was it out of my control...
Thank you, for not making this a big deal. What did you have to tell me?
#ChaseForBook9
...
*half-opens his mouth in confusion, but stops himself*
*realization briefly appears in his eyes*
Ah, quite.
Still... If you were truly mad, I think I would know, my good Doctor.
*Chase was panting as he pressed down on the pool of blood on his stomach.*
Chase: Fuck him, fuck him!!! What is he gonna do to Em...
*Chase tries to get off the couch but cries out as he falls to the floor, the blood squelching beneath him*
Chase: *pants* Fuck...
*Sighs* Honestly, Trip.
Even if it were, I can't exactly leave you...
Do you now?
*smiles faintly*
I suppose I ought to take that as a comforting thought.
In any case, it is not you that is mad, it is the world.
Because of the child?
#ChaseForBook9
In the musty, dimly lit basement of a very, very old church, the dust is not as old as it should be. There was movement there, mere months ago- an extravagant battle where there should have been nothing. The candle flames flickered, the only indication of Niccolò's entrance.
"I know you're here," he said plainly. "We've always been too sentimental, haven't we?"
War rose up from a crack in the floor, shifting into a mirror image of his copy. "You were sentimental. And dramatic. It bled through. I just want to see the world burn."
"Oh, come now, we lived in the same head for some time. You can't fool yourself that easily. You are quite possibly the most sentimental name I've ever stolen."
War sighed. It was uncharacteristic of him to sigh. It was uncharacteristic of him to have a conversation. But he was only going to kill his copy anyway. Perhaps it was time to cut to the chase. "What are you going to do about it?"
"Plenty. I came prepared this time."
"Now you're the liar." War smirked. "All that preparation- that room that Adra built, the plan you laid out for Zafira- you knew it would end this way. Just you and me, in the dark. In this church, too, of all places. You knew it all along, and you have nothing planned, because you know you can't beat me. All that talk about coordinating with other names- I can't believe she bought it."
Niccolò could only shrug in his defense. "I hoped it wouldn't end this way. In either case, the others don't matter to me anyway."
"Liar."
A flicker of a smile played at Niccolò's lips, and in a flash of bright rainbow, paint exploded outward from the center of the room, covering everything in sight. "You caught me. The truth is, I did prepare. Just a little."
War looked about him with an expression caught between disgust and amusement. "You think you can kill me with-" And suddenly he realized what had happened. "...Paint."
#ChaseForBook9
*the smile fades*
*she swallows*
. . . Hmm.
Niccolò grinned, reciting the MageBay description from memory. "Grenaidbow- An average-looking grenade that will explode with rainbow paint that will give anyone within a hundred-foot radius a multi-colored makeover and also bind their powers until every dot of paint has been scrubbed off."
"I hate you."
"I know."
"You bought a rainbow paint bomb from the internet."
"Indeed."
"You are an idiot."
"Perhaps."
"You've killed us both with a rainbow paint bomb!!"
"Not exactly. No magic- and that means absolutely no magic- for an extended period of time- we know what that will do do us, don't we? But we won't die just yet."
War gritted his teeth. "No, but we'll die slowly, in an ancient church basement painted with rainbows! This is..."
"Not dramatic, or sentimental," Niccolò sounded properly amused with himself.
"But this is suicide!" War was in a proper rage. He couldn't even turn this into a knife fight- he could already feel a fever raging inside of him, and he knew any minute they would both be out.
"You say that like you're surprised. I've attempted before, haven't I? I've succeeded, even- you remember that. Well, you succeeded, actually, and I don't remember it. Either way..." Hundreds of diseases surged through his veins. He could name every one- he'd created most of them- but none of that knowledge would save him now. It was perfect.
"But that was when... You don't care about that anymore..." War swatted angrily at the black spots dancing before his eyes. "You know something." He growled. "What?!"
"If our senses were still in order... We should hear her breathing right about now..."
"You mean-"
"Aretha. Again. Hearts... Are no problem-" He coughed violently, noting the amount of blood he'd lost. He didn't need to finish his sentence, so he saved his breath. That was the advantage of talking to himself, he supposed.
As if on cue, War coughed up the same blood, at the same time. To an outsider, they would look like one man glaring angrily at his own reflection. "She'll never know... Which one of us to save."
"She'll know." The affection shining in Niccolò's eyes was completely absent from War's- the only difference between them- and they both collapsed in exactly the same instant.
#ChaseForBook9
Shit's going down up in NamesLand
-
*Looks slightly shocked*
*Feels like she's going to cry* I... Yeah- I'm. I'm sorry- *Chokes on a sob, then collapses into tears* I know that isn't what you wanted..
*frowns*
OH HELL NO
*glances up again*
Something wrong, Sir?
Of course not, my good Doctor.
*hugs ari* you brilliant person you.
. . .
*studies him for a moment*
. . . Alright.
*sighs*
*beings to swing slowly*
I'm beginning to believe I shall never understand you, Sir.
((Ari: EM!! Noooooooooooo!! But I'm in the basement of a church in Europe and I don't have a teleporter to get me back anymore!! Jeez, being alive again is even more frustrating than being dead!
Wonderful ded, though, Anni. *hugs*))
#ChaseForBook9
(I must say, well done.
*slow claps for Aretha*)
*takes Adra in his arms* Shhhh sh sh,Adra, Adra? What I want, is for you to be happy, and to be with you, and well the list continues with the word you for a while.
What I don't want, is the world to know I have a child, before, they can kick it's ass.
#ChaseForBook9
(Oh, thank you, Aretha.
*smiles*)
*Chase pulls himself off the floor slightly, he is getting dizzy and weak*
Chase: Help... Help!!!
*He falls to the floor again. His panting is getting longer and deeper.*
Excellent writing, Ms. Tesla.
My good Doctor, I don't understand myself yet, either.
*shrugs*
((Ari: Thank you, Snow, and Anni.
I feel bad for Adra, though. She went through so much trouble to make a bound room, and we never even used it. *sigh* Sorry...))
#ChaseForBook9
(Snow?)
#ChaseForBook9
*Cracks a smile, and hugs him tightly*
I know... *Nods* I know..
(Hmmm?)
*coughs*
Sir, I wouldn't expect one such as yourself to care about such incredibly human things as weddings,
however,
should Oscar fail to get himself killed beforehand, would you care to attend the wedding as a guest of honor?
It would mean . . . rather a lot to me, if you and Adra would attend.
*Is just realising what's happening*
...
#ChaseForBook9
(Do me a favour and save Chase's life for me? Trip is Unfortunately occupied.)
#ChaseForBook9
*Sighs, and pulls back, to wipe her eyes and her tears away*
*Pulls herself over her chair so she's sitting next to him, her blanket wrapped around herself*
*Looks up at him* what is it?
A little girl in pigtails: *skips through the forest of Blogland* *hears a gunshot and is very startled* *has an inner debate with self* *curiosity wins* *runs off towards where she's pretty sure the sound came from* *finally reaches a clearing with a bunch of buildings and a campfire* Woah... *hears some cries for help* *is a little nervous now* *but still curious* *quietly knocks on Chase's door* *shaking a little*
#ChaseForBook9
(Ummm... how the hell am I supposed to do that?!)
My good Doctor, of course I'll attend. But...
*raises his eyebrows*
Guest of honor?
((Ari: Never fear, Trip! A little girl in pigtails is off to the rescue!))
#ChaseForBook9
(Ari is Nic ok?
Yes, of course.
*looks at Sir as if he's just drooled on himself*
You and Adra have been kinder to me since I came to Blogland, all confounded and messed-up as I am, than anyone before or after. Not to mention you're both a great delight to talk to.
So yes, of course you'll be a guest of honor.
(Find out he's dying, and take him to the hospital, no doubt with some hilarity?)
I'm gonna be a father. A proper father, not, bringing up someone else's child for an experiment and getting attached to them, or helping out with the parenting of someone's child.
That's big.
#ChaseForBook9
((Ari: Well, no, not really. See, you know how he said ages ago that he can't cure diseases or save people from poisons by mixing his blood with theirs, because his is so full of disease it would only kill them faster? Well, the only thing that stops those diseases from killing him is his magic. Which is only part of the reason why he never lets it stay bound for very long. So what he's done is totally bound his magic. Which means he's dying. And so is War. But it'll take them a while to die, and Niccolò planned it out so I'd be around to save their lives. So, no, but also yes.))
#ChaseForBook9
...
Quite.
((Arethe, perhaps the little girl could run and fetch me, because Im near by?))
*laughs*
I do believe you should put that on a t-shirt.
*Chase rolls over on his back. He tries to keep the pressure on the shots but there is just too much blood. He hears someone at the door.*
Chase: *Sounding weak* It's... it's open... please... help...
(So I can assume I have no shot to do anything to help or even bother asking for my birthday? Just checking.
*Nods* It is.. *Reaches up, brushes his hair* I think you'll be fine.
((Ari: *points to Trip's comment* She doesn't know any of us, but she'll see the blood and scream very loudly, and then get out her cell phone (because even babies have cell phones these days- it's ridiculous) and call 911. And if you hear the scream, you're more than welcome to come running. But, you know, same goes for that earlier gunshot. Those are pretty loud, too.))
#ChaseForBook9
It is going to be a tshirt, actually. I'm making it.
I'm also going to find out where Sir lives and spray paint it on his lawn and the sides of his house.
Want to join me, Annika?
I would never wear it, so it would be a rather large waste of labor.
*Hisses threateningly to Sir*
YES YOU WILL
((Well, let me use the gunshot))
*snow had heard a gunshot in the distance and she was now running in the general direction of the sound, cursing herself for taking so long*
(Actually, though, there just so happens to be a large number of alchemists at my beck and call, so the lab might be a quicker option..)
(You could put it in quote marks, sell it for millions!)
I hope.
I will.
#ChaseForBook9
It would be dreadfully amusing, though.
(I can see it now:
Sir's author powers off his laptop,
happy to be free from our strangeness for the day.
He walks to the window,
looks down at the lawn,
and sees a single word spray-painted on the grass:
QUITE.
And then he faints.
Onto the fainting couch that he, of course, has in his bedroom.)
My author lacks a lawn.
If you believe so, my good Doctor.
(Ari- that wasnt meant negatively I just was checking so I don't feel stupid come next week when I know Nic probably won't even be here
A little girl in pigtails: *slowly opens the door, both thrilled and terrified by the creak it makes when the hinges move so slowly* *takes one peek inside and screams very loudly* *because look at all that blood* *she didn't even know people had that much blood in them* *considers pulling out a band-aid, but this is way beyond that time she fell off her bike and scraped her knee* *her voice is weak and shaky* Uh... Hi mister... Should I- um, call for the doctor?
#ChaseForBook9
It would be.
I wouldn't force you to wear it, though, you might . . . I'm uncertain. Maybe banish me to R'lyeh.
Besides, I think it would be better if I left the teasing to Adra.
((Maybe hire a sky-writer? That would be impressive. "Quite" written in the sky...))
His bedroom floor, then.
Or windows.
-
*Sighs* You'll see. It's not hard to love, and that's basically all that's needed...
Well.
Kinda.
In any case, I missed you terribly, and if it's okay with you, I might need to kiss you.
...
Banish you to R'lyeh?
*blinks*
Ah, of course.
*snow hears the scream and adds on extra speed she didn't know she had*
*she comes to a stop outside chase's house and makes her way in*
*Chase sees the little girl and kinda smiles, trying to calm her and himself a bit*
Chase: Sorry about this sweetie, I'm a bit of a mess right now. I have some friends who can help...
*He gasps and winces*
They should be just across the lake...
Ms. Dark, my author welcomes you to attempt to get to the seventh floor windows.
(Well I'm here I guess I have to continue my solo though I kinda want to interact with others but I can tell this is not gonna end well
((Ari: Well, he can only stay alive in that state for about a day. So it'll depend on how often I'm here to roleplay. If I'm here enough to roleplay that day, then something interesting will happen- I'm really not even sure what yet- and the possibility will be open again. But if you wanted, regardless of Niccolò's state at the time, John could just hang around for a few hours outside the roleplay-verse. I just never really know what's going to happen... Thanks for the clarification, though. :) ))
#ChaseForBook9
Yes, R'lyeh. Though I'm sure you've been to far more disturbing places.
I think that might be therapeutic for both parties. *places his right hand on her cheek, pulling her into the kiss*
#ChaseForBook9
*she slowly walks towards the sound of voices and gasps as she she's all the blood*
Oh god... *she rushes to chase's side* what can I do?!
A little girl in pigtails: *seems very relieved at Snow's presence* *points to Chase* He's bleeding! *quietly* A lot...
#ChaseForbook9
He shouldn't have been open to that, Sir.
Believe me.
I have ways.
-
*Sinks into the kiss, doing her best to not squish her tummy in the process, which actually proves to be difficult like damn you don't know how hard it is to kiss someone damn son*
Indeed, my good Doctor...
Yeah.... so I see... okay, okay... *to chase* hey, you still with us? I need you to stay awake... pressure on the wound.... god... okay...
Indeed . . .
*nods*
*looks away*
*wondering what sorts of things he's seen*
*and hoping he doesn't tell her*
(I . . . I am a dreadful person.)
*sighs*
((Anni, you are amazing))
You're a glorious person, Annika
(Course! I kinda thought to do that as well. If you want if you know you'll be iffy half here we can roleplay that over real time a few days depending how long you're on. It's okay to do that, I know we get busy and we have a three day weekend (i do you should) so we could do it ober the weekend because my birthday and the following weekend I'm gonna be a tad busy)
(I feel appropriately ashamed.
But . . . nevertheless . . .
*whispers into her hand* I cannot stop giggling.)
Annika, change it to "*Sighs*... Quite/Standard"
Even better:
"Greetings Ms. ____________________________ ______________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________________________________ _______________________________________________________________________________.
And Mr. _____"
*Chase groans as he does his best to stem the blood flow but his hands are all sticky from the amount he's lost already*
Chase: *pants* I need... doctor...
*Blinks as he can feel himself going in and out of consciousness*
(I can heal...if you want me to help, probably not as I wasn't on much. But ok)
*snow looks frantic* okay... *to the girl* 911. Now. Go. *she takes her jacket of and pushes it on chase's wound* hey, keep talking, okay? Stay with us.
(Glub glub goodnight Trip, if you're asleep! Glub glub)
((*smiles evilly*))
(*whispers* I'm sorry this picture isn't bigger.)
(*whispers* My mother is probably going to ask me why I just googled "gentleman shark" for pictures.)
((Anni, I just googled "Quite"))
(*whispers* What was even weirder was the sheer number of different pictures of sharks with monocles and top hats.)
*sighs finally getting a break and laying in the snow* This isn't happening he is not gonna find Trip
(*whispers* I'm so sorry Sir,
but this is simply too humorous to let go.
I think I speak for most of us when I say that I would happily wear this shirt.)
*I guess, er, I'll assume he went to bed or something*
*Gets to her feet*
(Well, I truly regret saying this, but I must call it a night.
Cheeri-o!
*departs*)
*Goes as fast as she can to the sounds of the screaming*
*Chase's house*
...
Oh jesus.
Bye Anni!
*hugs*
((I just googled "quite shark" and a picture of sherlock at john and marry's wedding came up...))
Good night, Ms. Barnosky. Sleep well.
*Pushes through the door, stumbling in*
Oh Jesus, oh gods... *Falls next to Chase with her bag, and immediately begins to draw symbols so that his blood will continue to make itself, so that he will cease bleeding as well*
Bye annniii))
*snow is panicking slightly but still trying to quench the flow of blood*
Oh thank god adra....
*Chase grabs Adra's arm and squeezes it*
Chase: Deacon... it was... Deacon.
*Working quickly on removing the bullet and sewing and healing his muscles and organs*
Do you know who shot him?
*Almost drops her things*
That's... That's not possible, Chase. He died. I saw him die
I... I'm going to start cleaning up the blood...
*Nods to her, continuing on healing him*
*Her tummy growls*
Snow, would you mind getting me something to eat while you're at it?
Yeah... yeah, sure... *she gets up and starts trying to find a mop or cloth*
*Nods gratefully, and goes back to pouring multiple potions over Chase in an attempt to heal him*
*a few seconds later she comes back with a mop and some type of muffin*
Ravel: Zaf? We'll stop him. I promise. Believe in me my love.
I do. I try to.
Ravel: He needs Trip and you have proof you voted against and you're truthful.
I know...*lays head in hands* Too much stress without Ari
((Ari: Ahhh, sorry for vanishing! Should the little girl still call for a doctor?
A little girl in pigtails: I have my own voice, too, you know!
Ari: Well, you don't know what you're doing anyway.))
#ChaseForBook9
*snow quietly set the muffin down where there is no blood and sets to work cleaning*
*Somehow, her hands are spotless and without blood, and gratefully takes the muffin, taking a bite from it* Thank you, Snow.
*Manages to get Chase stable*
*Nods*
Alright... He'll be okay.
*Sits back against the floor, her feet hurting again*
*Stretches them out*
Ravel: You didn't do this without knowing you were capable and nor would your colleagues let you if they thought you incapable.
Its hard I run a Sanctuary alone, Ari runs one and Marissa runs one, each. I took NYC as I am Grand Mage and its the main one, I cannot do this! If he does this I lose my position I'll go mental! I worked from the time of my Surge to get on the Council.
Ravel: relax. Please. Zafira, you're brilliant my love. I have complete and utter faith you'll get through.
*Totally can see a sister-relationship between the little girl and Aretha*
I can get someone out here in no time... Watch out for him. *Nods*
*Props a few pillows under him, then under her back which has in the last week, begun to be more pained*
(Ari I'll be here another 15-20min if you want to do anything. Bu 10:15 the latest I'll have to go as its my early wake up day
*finishes cleaning the worst of the blood up and sits down quietly*
(...*Still has to wake up at 5:40* xD Hush you. :P)
*Hums absently, tapping her fingers on her tummy*
*Glances at Snow* Are you alright? Tired any?
(*has to wake up at 5:25 usually Thursdays but instead tomorrow must*
No. I'm fine. What about you? Are you okay?
Helloooooo
(*Does not envy you*)
I'm... Splendid, thanks.
Hello, Ember
(Hai Ember! And Adra welcome to the world of me 6am and then one day 5:25 it sucks)
((Hey ember))
*nods*
*wakes up at three, works until five, then goes back to sleep and wakes up at eight*
Also, if I may ask, what happened to Fabi earlier?
*What kind of a job requires the employees to work from 3-5AM???
*I like to work when my mother's not awake.*
Thank you.
Ravel: Hey, you managed to live through to entire war. And I consider that a feat.
Oh Ravel...
Ravel: *smirks* Come here.
*goes to*
Ravel: *holds in arms close* This is when I love to be with you, when you're calm.
I g2g get lunch. Its 2 o'clock XD
*blushes* How do you like me?
Ravel: Necromancer or not you're different. I know you follow no faith of them, you practice their magic and you despise the fact they wanted to initiate the Passage. So I assume you nothing alike
Alright. Bye, Snowy! *whispers* bloob bloob
Goodbye, Snow-Is-On-Summer-Break
WELL THEN
-
*Hauls herself to her feet as a young grey-haired alchemist walks into Chase's home*
*The young alchemist picks chase up and brings him to a bed to sleep on*
*Adra nods, and ambles for the door, going outside in the chilly air*
*That tiny human that she's growing is hungry again*
*Sighs*
(OH! Ember, can you have Mycroft come to the scene! It's been a while since we've had an actual conversation!)
So I'm different?
Ravel: a lot.
*smiles* Good.
Ravel: plus the last Necromancer on a Council I knew was Morweena Crow, and she was excellent.
I'm loyal to America and put the right choice ahead of the popular.
Ravel: you govern with justice, many people kno you' don't take crap from anyone. I see it in your style when you discipline the kids.
I get it from Mom. She is legit no mercy
(Sure!)
(What are you guys doing right now?)
(Me? Zavel. Adra? No idea.
(Adra's walking back to her lab to feed the child that's MAKING HER CRAVE MEAT.
That was her, dammit.$
Ravel: *lets Zaf down so she can lay down* Sleep. You need it.
I am I am *closes eyes*
Ravel: I do know that I need help in a few days, Dead Men and your magic is helpful.
Thank you. I can do that easily.
Ravel: shunting.
I understand. I can shunt.
*teleports in using his umbrella*
Be careful you don't eat too much. You wouldn't want to gain /too/ much excess weight, would you?
(Ok I'm gonna go to bed. I'm assuming Ari vanished and no offense to her, I'm not waiting any longer. 5:25 sucks and I need a decent amount of sleep.
G'night
Aretha sighed, squeezing her eyes closed, as she waited for the minutes to pass. Sometimes she hated just waiting, while the seconds rushed past, never to be retrieved again. But only sometimes. And right then, Niccolò needed her desperately. She was just happy that, for once, both of them actually wanted to live. And, she supposed, happy to be alive herself.
The second hand reached its mark on her watch- exactly ten minutes had passed since she came in- and she raced for the stairs. She was meant to go slowly, but that was if all went according to plan, and she honestly couldn't recall a time when every detail had gone exactly according to plan. At least not at that moment. And she was more than a little terrified to see what had become of War and Niccolò.
On one hand, Aretha was incredibly relieved that for the first time in her immediate memory, it looked like everything had gone according to plan. On the other, she was beginning to wonder how well this plan had been thought out. She was strong, but Niccolò was dead weight, and his coat alone weighed about half as much as he did- maybe more- and, to top that off, he was totally covered in wet rainbow paint. Both of him were. She struggled to find some way to carry him without trailing paint on the ground, and without dropping him, because wet paint was slippery. She could feel the fever practically radiating off of him, and knew that almost all of the diseases that were killing him now were contagious. She'd have to work faster.
Once she finally reached the top of the stairs, she realized she was carrying the limp body of a man who looked like he'd taken a bath in rainbows straight into a historical and very open to the public church. And now the paint was on her, too, so there was no chance she could get herself out with magic. So she did the only logical thing- she hid him in a broom closet, and hurried back down for the second Niccolò. Once all three of them were successfully hidden- assuming no staff members decided they needed to open the door- Aretha pulled out her phone. To try and move all three of them any significant distance without magic would not end well, no matter how she spun it, but she had a few favors to call in.
Her call was answered immediately. "Yeah, it's me," she spoke quietly into the phone, "I'm back." She grinned. "The nightmare never ends." She paused, listening. "Well, I know that- I was there. And we'll talk about it later, but right now-" she looked at the two colorful murderers piled unconscious on top of each other. "I'm in a bit of an awkward situation. That's perfect, thanks so much! I'll see you." She hung up, and really hoped her team wouldn't teleport straight into the closet.
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OH MY GOD nikolatesla
-
*Stops*
*Turns sharply*
You're a bit of a twat, you know that?
*smiles*
I've been told that before.
((Ari: Oh. Heh. Sorry, Zaf. Well, goodnight. *hugs*))
#ChaseForBook9
Congratulations, by the way.
*disdainfully* Does your boyfriend know?
Goodnight, Zaf.
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Oh I'm sure. And yes, he does know.
*looks in her fridge* You're going to run out of food if you keep eating like this. Perhaps we can diet together.
*Glares at him* The difference is, I'm eating for two. You aren't.
Not to mention the fact that I'm currently holding numerous alchemists while they heal
I never knew you were so generous.
I never knew you were capable of noticing
((Ari: Well, I could write more, but I really have to go to bed now, so you'll have something to look forward to tomorrow. Getting all of this paint off is going to be quite a task. Night, everyone! *hugs all*))
#ChaseForBook9
I never knew you weren't capable of recognising sarcasm.
((*hugs Ari* Byee!!))
(( :) ))
Might I suggest a hose?
Anyway, goodnight! *hugs*
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It wasn't sarcasm to me.
*Glares at the floor* Here's the thing, Mycroft. You don't know the first bit about me, and you never will, because you refuse to believe it.
But whether or not you do realize, I'm not the cold hearted bitch you seem to think I am all the time.
Granted, I can be, but not always.
*Glares at him*
You haven't any clue.
I find that hilarious
Part of the reason for that may be because you've only ever acted like that towards me.
((Gotta poof now!))
Bye, Ember! *Hugs*
I might go too, since no one else appears to be here..
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*Hisses* I'm only that way to those who deserve it.
laughing = True
screaming = True
crying = True
print('Thanks so much, Aretha.')
[isn't actually making any noise]
[but my face has twisted into several weird expressions]
You bought a rainbow paint bomb from the internet.
EEEEEEEEEEEJFJAONDHIWHIDHKHAKNDISHHIDIHDHIFHIFHIAIHSINDNDIWKDKSJAJIAJSJSIAJDJEHEHUAGCNWKDHJAJSKSIA
I don't want any of them to die, thoughhhhh
:)
SERIOUSLY.
Part of me is all like "MageBay. Grenaidbow. My IDEEEEEEAS. SQUEEEEEEEEE"
And then another part is screaming "DONT YOU DARE DIE"
And then another part if me is crying.
HELP..
*tackles fabi in a hug*
[hugs Snow and laughs/screams/cries]
Msd, wbd
Okay...
Mm. I probably shouldn't throw all my planned evil twists at you tonight.
It'll seem silly next to what Ari and Em have already done.
And Anni.
And Mara.
And everyone else.
It's been a generally brilliant day...
Hmmmm...
Okay... so I just heard this...
mum: I dont know what to have for dinner
dad: would you like to suck my armpit.
armpit
...
Right.
My family are so very odd.
G2g. Bye *hugs*
Bye..,
You've killed us both with a rainbow paint bomb.
STILL SOBBING
PALANDROM
What?
Oh, it was comment 3223.... XD
Oh, palindrome. I get it now!
Sit on a potato pan, Otis.
Yes...
Cigar? Toss it in a can. It is so tragic.
Is someone (no E) Moss, I?
Mr. Owl ate my metal worm,
Nurse, I spy gypsies, run
A war at Tarawa
Dr. Awkward
Hello everyone!
Is anyone else on?
Hello Rueben.
Still didn't figure out how to change your name?
Hm.
Well, if you want me to call you something else, even if that's not what your name says, I can do that.
I'm here for the time being, but as soon as I finish writing this poem, I'm going to sleep. Sorry.
I dont get how people can just turn on they're friends and family when they find out that they're gay or lesbian or bi...
I mean, how truly awful would that be? To be friemds with someone for years on end, amd thenwhen you tell them your bi, they just drop you... imagine that pain...
I mean, I found out last year that two of my close friends are bi, and nothings changed. But a couple of people instantly pulled away. How awful is that?
how could you do that? I truly dont understand....
People have a natural fear of anything and anyone different from them. It's sad... Also, if they've been brought up with a belief that something is wrong, it won't be easy for them to let go of that belief.
I'm not saying this to justify losing a friend over something they can't control, something that was just as true when you were friends with them as after.
I just try my best to understand people, even when I disagree with them.
Hmm... *shakes head* this is the poor state of humanity... *not here*
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