Isn't she lovely? Isn't she wonderful? Isn't she precious?
The paperback will be released for everyone else on the 27th of March, and because we are very, very smart people, we will be releasing the paperback of The Maleficent Seven, which takes place BEFORE LSODM, on the 8th of May.
Just to confuse you.
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I have no words for that story. Its just...weird. Hmmm wonder what human arm tastes like after its been cooked?
Oh well you can eat my old arm if you'd like.
Can I try some too please.
Yes sure.
Mmmm tastes like chicken!
Where'd chio go again?
I'm still here! Geez people.
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(I think Silente is waiting for another fight, sis^^)
*eats white chocolate and Mapel syrup pancake* Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
You keep not talking! You usually talk! I just guess your short attention span got the better of you! Anyway
*glances over at play button*
Ready? *raises one eyebrow*
According to Gone, cooking human meat reminds you of hamburgers . . .
Hunter IS weird.
I am TRYING to stop him dying. It's just a little hard. :P
#ChaseForBookNine
*rolls eyes*
Good god... he is not a very careful person, is he?
*sigh* fine...
Something wrong, Chi?
What's with the *sighs* you know you don't have to rp if you don't want to...
Gah... wbd, practising. Sorry!
Ah soz pancakes be back in 10-15 mins!
Nah but you want to. Hit it.
Oh god damit
(I'm still here, just a little distant)
Ok Mithria, same here.
I emailed you, Chi.
Btw, I'm back - properly, I hope.
Good good :)
Niccolò ate himself, once. But that wasn't out of curiosity. Or choice, really, if you don't count the choices his other names make as his choices. But yeah, that happened. He ate all of himself except one arm, though, so I guess that's like the inverse of what Hunter did.
#ChaseForBook9
Hunter and Niccolò are really quite similar in some ways, I think. Sometime I should try to write something that gives better insight into how his mind works.
#ChaseForBook9
E-mailed you back Mithria
Hey Ari!
Okay so maybe it was more like 25 mins and chio if you don't wanna rp then we won't. I'm not gonna make you rp. Especially if you wont enjoy it.
Hello, Chio, Silente.
#ChaseForBook9
Hey Ari! How are you?
Nah, I enjoy beating you up. Let's go.
I'm pretty good, thanks. How are you guys?
Reference question- where do you keep your daggers, Silente?
#ChaseForBook9
((Okay then.
*hits play button*))
*the vampire is knocked back a couple of steps by the icicle*
*covers the lost ground in one leap*
*continues persute jumping from trunk to trunk and scurrying into the tree top to get an areal view*
((I'm good thanks. As for my daggers I keep them in two seperate holsters on either side of my hip, why do you ask?))
Just for reference, so I can better imagine your blogfights. Thanks. :)
#ChaseForBook9
((At this present fight I don't have them. In fact in this current fight I'm in my 'true form' aka I've gone all vamp on her. But my dagger are kept on my hips for ready reach))
Back.
@Ari: *laughs* XD
Well, Niccolò is awesome and Hunter is awesome, so I suppose they ARE quite similar, yes. :)
Sorry for poofing - I went to have dinner and then got distracted watching Top Gear. :P
#ChaseForBookNine
*makes it snow*
*watches the vampire carefully*
((Hey dragon!))
Top Gear is awesome. They sometimes use Mass Effect soundtracks, which is always good.
@Dragona: *laughs at how very Dragona-like that response was*
#ChaseForBookNine
*leaps from branch to branch avoiding the snow falling against her skin*
*leaps down to land behind chio swiping at her back and causing 4seprate cuts before swiping for her neck, not drawing blood but yet again removing hair *
Ignoring. It was ignoring the snow not avoiding! ^^
Argh... sorry for poofing! I have to go now anyway, so see you all! *hugs everyone*
I'm thinking I should start hosting a roleplay support group. (Like, for people's characters, if they want to come.) What do you guys think?
#ChaseForBook9
Hey, the Mass Effect soundtracks are awesome. In fact, the Mass Effect 2 Suicide Mission theme which I'm listening to atm made the CD of the best video game soundtracks of all time.
((Bye! *hugs mir*))
Aretha, I like RPing. It's fun.
Silente, have you seen the "Solid" wall in Huddersfield?
((Rp support group? You could do that...))
((Bye sister! cya tomorrow! *hugs tightly*))
((Solid wall? Are all the walls not solid? *blanches white at the very thought*))
Silente, it's a wall with like a road sign saying Solid on it and I want to get out of the car and take a picture of it and write "no shit, it's a brick wall".
Also, we need to get a better transport system. I was stood in the bus station waiting for my bus to come and it NEVER SHOWED UP.
I was rather angry.
((No I haven't seen it, mind you I don't get round much. I'd have probably wrote that on a post it note or something and stuck it underneath the sign*
((Yeah the busses really are terrible. They are hardly ever on time, cost to much, bad quality (with a few exceptions) and sometimes just don't show!))
*sends a harpoon into the vampire and pulls it back, stabs it through the eye with an icicle and throws it to the ground*
Actually, now that I think about it, I imagine it'd be more fun as a parody fanfic thing. Hmmm...
#ChaseForBook9
(I get a monthly bus pass so it's cheaper *nods*)
Ok, I like this picture.
*jumps back up growling*
*glares at chio with wary eyes*
*leaps onto Chios shoulders, holding on with talon like feet*
*claws away at Chios shoulder, shredding skin and clothes in one swipe*
@Silente: Those sound like our buses! C:
Seriously, though - it takes five to ten minutes for me to get the bus to school, and it's £3.75 for a return. However, to go into town via the bus, which takes forty minutes, it takes £2.95.
. . .
Why.
The train is cheaper and only takes ten minutes (although half an hour to walk to the station - it's in the next village), so, you know . . . :P
#ChaseForBookNine
*it's
Not 'it takes'.
*groans*
#ChaseForBookNine
((Why is public transport so terrible?))
Star, do you have time to read my stories yet? ^^
@Silente: Because of Margaret Thatcher.
#ChaseForBookNine
((Oh, well that'll explain why no on seems to like her))
*ignores the pain and covers her wounds with ice*
*slashes the vampire with a deep gash across it's mid-section*
*places a sphere of ice further into it's mid-section using the gash until it can't be seen and jumps back, higher into the tree as spikes explode from the inside of it's body*
((Well then))
*is generally ice exploded*
*somehow not dead*
*curls over in pain hissing at chio*
*swipes at the air to keep her t bay*
*curls down into a protective crouch*
I posted an image on my blog of my desktop wallpaper, if anyone is interested:
http://masseffectfanfiction.blogspot.co.uk
*jumps over the vamps swinging arms and stabbing claws and turns round to swipe at it's back as it's crouching so it's wounds don't heal*
*sticks more icicles into it's legs, arms and chest*
((Your desktop wall paper is cool. I like it.))
((Aw s**t I'm gonna lose, AGAIN!))
*Flails wildly, unsure how to protect itself again a strong opponent*
*lands on front*
*turns quickly onto back, giving her more change to defend herself*
*snarls up at chio*
*pounces, ignoring the cearing pain, to swipe at Chios foot, taking it clean off*
*goes a little nutty at the sight of blood*
*jumps up and pursues chio again, fueled by a blood frenze/need/lust*
*groans and creates another foot out of ice, runs backwards, shooting exploding ice spheres at the vampire, icicles shooting everywhere*
It's also funny, because Mass Effect references and it takes the mick out of Microsoft at the same time.
We had a rather awesome science lesson today.
Our science teacher asked if any of us could speak French, so some of us who were taking it to GCSE tentatively put our hands up. He asked if any of us were FLUENT in French, and none of us were.
He said that he was fluent in French because he'd lived in France for two years (this is just one of his stories. He's always telling us stuff like that), and we laughed, and he was like "No, true story" (it wasn't).
Then he told us that he'd got this video for us to watch, but he could only access it on the French YouTube, so he'd translate the video for us. He said we thought he was joking but that he was actually going to do it.
(Yeah, right).
Anyway, he started playing this video, and it started speaking it French. It got through a few sentences and then Sir stopped the video and said "No, this isn't going to work."
He told us instead, we should close our eyes and he would magically transmit to us the ability to speak French, or at least to understand it.
So we closed our eyes.
Then he told us to open them, and then he started playing the video again, which was still speaking in incomprehensible French; he told us our understanding abilities would take a while to kick in, so we just had to wait.
The video stopping speaking for a bit, and Sir told us "Okay, it should start kicking in around about now."
The video then started speaking again - in English.
Sir was like "See? I told you so! You can understand French!"
I was laughing so much. XD XD
#ChaseForBookNine
*dodges most of the spheres and icicles*
*us nicked by a few*
*runs fasted, the idea of fresh blood taking hold*
*leaps at chio claws splitting open the skin covering her stomach*
*continues slashing at her arm, removing the hand this time*
*carries on her persuet, dodging back to avoid being hit*
*eyes are wild and crazed*
((Star I wish I had a science teacher like that! Mine just shouts at us and is generally patronising and wrong. She showed us a film and gave us a sheet to answer. She then started shouting at us after for having the right answer from the clip just cause she thought she was right *cough* b***h *cough*))
*creates a new hand to replace the one lying in the snow*
*makes claws come out of her hands and stops running*
*lunges towards the vampire, tearing the skin round it's neck*
*howls in pain*
*snarls and comes back at chio*
*swipes again and again*
*removes one ice claw*
*and another*
*starts kicking Chios feet knowing if she goes over, she's done*
*lunges towards her throat, just missing it with her teeth*
*swipes instead and catches her across the chest tearing what little remains of her dress and shredding the delicate skin beneath *
@Silente: My science teacher is pretty much the best teacher in the school, so . . . :P
And - :( *hugs*
At least you'll probably have a new one next year, I guess. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
((I better do! I used to have a really nice one but (as our schools now shit) she moved. But she was great, we learnt stuff without actually doing much! She was one of my favs. But now a lot of the good teachers re leaving/ have left))
You know, I don't really like having all my clothes ripped off unless it's by a hot guy. Like Dexter *.*
*a diamond appears on her chest and fans out to surround her body in an armour made of ice which covers her whole body*
*stops running and creates an ace*
*hits the vampire with the ace on the head, crushing part of it's skull*
Star, thanks for the comments. You really didn't have to comment on every one, one would have been fine. But it's cool that you did. :)
((Lol chio. Of course that would be your though))
*howls and stumbles back, no longer having an advantage*
*snarls and backs up, needing time to heal from the near fatal blow*
*loud pops can be heard as her skull starts fixing itself*
*jumps clumsily and lands in a trees branches, snarling down at the decked out witch*
*slams the massive ace into the tree she's in and splinters it, making it fall and aims at the vampire again but just misses and covers her in mounds of snow instead*
@Dragona: Well, I had something specific to say about each one, so I decided to do that. :)
@Silente: :(
My favourite teachers are ones where you learn and have fun doing it.
My second favourites are ones where you learn without fun.
And the ones I detest are the ones were you don't learn anything.
*glares*
*I'm watching you two blogfight, btw :)* *It's cool*
#ChaseForBookNine
((Of course its cool, its me and icy witch!))
*starts burrowing down into the dirt while the snow conceals her*
*covers up her tunnel behind her*
*digs along and down, making a cubby hole for her to rest and heal in*
Hello, distant for 5 minutes (Physics homework) back in 5
*climbs up into a tree then jumps down, slaming the ace down as she falls, making all the snow rise up like a snowglobe*
*stays down in her cubby hole, scared s**tless*
*is now fully healed again*
((Hey Edward,
@star were starting to learn more about each others fighting techniques, although sprowting armour and hulk smashing is a new one on me...))
*finds the mound of snow that is crushed in and reaches her hand down, dragging the vampire out and slaming her down onto the ground then jumping on it's spine*
Hello Silente and Chione and Dragona
Star, you think there's something suspicious about Revenge? Other than the obvious fact he's assembling the team for purely selfish reasons to try and stop them harming him inside his network?
((Holy s*** are you getting into this!))
*growls and snarls, turning to swipe at her leg, removing the armour however the leg remains*
*turns over causing chio to fall off*
*springs to her feet, spine aching*
*leaps over and starts hacking at Chios armour, removing chunks at a time in a hurry to get to an area of easily wounded skin*
((How are you Edward, and how are the penguins?))
@Dragona: I just don't entirely trust him.
Like
idk
I don't have that much faith in his random oh-I-am-a-good-person-now thing.
In stories, people tend to be guilty until proven innocent with me, and how do you even prove you're entirely innocent? In the words of Disturbed, no one is innocent.
#ChaseForBookNine
Both I and the penguins be fine thank you. How are you?
Everybody's so infatuated
Everybody's so completely sure of what we are
Everybody defamates from miles away
But face to face that haven't got a thing to say
I bleed for this and I bleed for you
Still you look at my face like I'm somebody new
Toy - nobody wants anything I've got
Which is fine because you're made of everything I'm not
#ChaseForBookNine
((Fine. Well in real world in completely fine. In rp I'm getting my butt kicked. Again. Still though we seem a bit more evenly matched in this one...))
@Silente: I would wish you good luck, but that would be picking a side. :P
#ChaseForBookNine
((Its fine star you don't have to pick a side. Luck ain't got much to do with it anyway. I'll be alright in the end.. *looks worriedly at chio* probably...)
ah, well if you need hep then simply ask.
*as she's trying to hack off her armour, she freezes the vampires hand in her armour as she re-makes it*
@Silente: Yeah. Probably. :P
#ChaseForBookNine
*pulls at her hand, using all her strength*
*after a couple of attempts pulls free*
*leaps back, kick Chios face and giving her some space*
((Fingers crossed.. *crosses fingers tightly*))
"Nothing is eternal; I've seen universes Freeze, creations burn"
Edward, do you want to continue the fight we were having?
If nothing is eternal, then lack of etnrality is eternal.
It's like with impossible. If nothing is impossible, it's impossible for something to be impossible. A paradox. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
*eternality
#ChaseForBookNine
*swings the ace and hits her to the side, making another tree fall*
Hi guys
Hello Zaf
I can count to infinity.
Hey Zaf. :)
@Dragona: Can you?
Is this a trick question?
It is, isn't it? :P
#ChaseForBookNine
*falls on her side, her left ribs crushed*
*scurries backwards, trying to gain space between the witch and the vamp*
*states up at chio, her near bold head and her icy armour*
*and her ace*
*scurries fasted snarling and snapping/ swiping in the air*
*turns and runs, vamp speed, about 5 metres away, bidding time*
Hello Dragona. Would you like to continue the duel or not?
It isn't a trick question. Anyone can count to infinity.
Between each whole number there is infinite possibilities of the different number combinations you can have. You could have 0.1, or you could have 0.483480943589043589045890489043890489043890489038904389043890589043890489043890489038904389048904890438904389043
Every time you count to one, you've just passed an infinite amount of numbers.
((Hey zaf. Infinity does of exist. Think of the biggest number you know. Add 1. Add 1 again. Add 1 again. Etc))
I remember in primary when people would race you to count to 100. You would start counting and they would just go "One two, miss a few, ninety-nine, a hundred!" :P
#ChaseForBookNine
I would like to continue the duel if you are willing, Edward.
((That is a good point though...))
@Dragona: Damn. O_O O_O O_O
#ChaseForBookNine
I am willing, I do beleive i was just impaled with a peice of space station?
Yes, yes I believe you were. My armour is currently in a bad state and I have no technology left. My guns... wait. Technically they DO work, since they run on the energy which I fired at you.
*draws pistol*
*Climbs out of wreckage and brushes dust off suit* The suit *Creates energy wall to stop bullets*
*launches an energy shockwave at him*
*Is thrown back by shockwave* Really? *Stands and lets blue energy flow around the walls of the ship making them rust and fall apart in a few seconds* Hope you hve a space helmet
((I love this poem
Who will you be when faced with the end?
The end of a kingdom,
The end of good men,
Will you run?
Will you hide?
Or will you hunt down evil with a venomous pride?
Rise to the ashes,
Rise to the winter sky,
Rise to the calling,
Make heard the battle cry.
Let it scream from the mountains
From the forest to the chapel,
Because death is a hungry mouth
And you are the apple.
So who will you be when faced with the end?
When the vultures are circling
And the shadows descend
Will you cower?
Or will you fight?
Is your heart made of glass?
Or a pure Snow White?))
*has a breather helmet on*
*folds arms, floating in space*
*throws a ball of energy at Edward*
*runs o the vampire, swinging her ace to clear trees out of her path, eyes glowing through the armour*
*Energy burns through leg* *Puts helmet on and launches at dragona with swords made up of energy*
@Silente: I can see why you like it. :) :)
#ChaseForBookNine
((You know I've been vamp for a long time...hmmm))
*eyes widen in pain*
*blood spurs through her cold veins*
*skin begins sprouting over, soft and scar free*
*snarls in anger, not wanting to go back inside the girl*
*claws at the surrounding trees*
*sees chione charging like a crazy person*
*sprints the other way, stumbling as the vamp is forced back into the dark depths of the girls mind*
*smiles*
Edward, you REALLY shouldn't have let that through.
*Edward slowly begins getting ripped apart at a molecular level*
(And, for reference:
http://masseffect.wikia.com/wiki/Warp )
((Its a good one isn't it. Its from snow white and the huntsman))
*Stares at leg in horror* *Takes blade and slices through the bone as the leg is destroyed* You always take the most painful approach **Grabs onto Dragonas back and they begin to travel in time*
((I DEDICATE THIS PAGE TO FRIENDS AND FOES. WITHOUT FRIENDS WE WOULD STAND ALONE INTHIS COLD BARREN WORLD. WITHOUT FOES WE WOULD NEVER GROW AS PEOPLE, NEVER ASPIRE BE BETTER THAN SOMEONE. NEVERHAVE ANYONE TO DO BATTLE WITH.))
Hear hear
((for anyone who reads it, the next chapter of my fanfiction is up, I got nagged to type it up today from a new fan >.> 2 days in a row. God.))
Sorry I'm not entirely happy today. Stuff happened. Not sure what emotions I feel more, anger or sadness
((Why thank you Edward for your 'hear hear' I wanted to say that so many times during deds and hvent cause I thought it would b weird))
((Wanna talk about it zaf?))
*starts shooting at Edward*
(Silente, if nobody was weird then nobody would stand out)
*Bullet hits shoulder and they appear in several time zones at once* You fool, don't you know what youve done?
@Silente: No, it's not weird, and if it was, why would that be bad? Weird is good. :)
:( *hugs Zaf* :/
*watching, Dragona and Edward :)*
#ChaseForBookNine
Well said, Edward. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
(Thank you Star)
I'm GUESSING screwed up time and space in some way?
*fires some more*
*launches another ball of energy*
*throws ice bombs to catch up to her as I won't be able to with my massive armour*
*sends a blast of ice straight towards it so it freezes it's feet*
((Thanks Edward and star. I just thought I would seem weird to bloggers (weird people) which is something I tend to avoid))
*year is 1931*
*New York City is rife with crime*
*the mafia is stronger than ever before*
*money is pouring in due to the overwhelming demand for alcohol*
*Prohibition is in full effect*
*however, there is one man in all of New York who isn’t thinking about Prohibition*
*he’s pacing back and forth in the study of a mansion near the center of the city*
*it’s not his mansion*
*he had the owner killed*
*this man is wearing a pinstripe suit and a fedora*
*he likes to say that he started that particular trend*
*and he’s muttering to himself*
*fervently*
*a man waits by the door, arms folded*
(Hullo, Blogland.)
*Hops around bullets* Yes you guessed correctly. You caused a paradox. Now I have to fix that and beat you *Throws electric spikes*
Hello Annika
*falls to he ground as the transformation completes*
*her skin glows with life*
*her eyes sparkle with tears*
*she is slightly dizzy and very disorientated*
*she is also naked*
(Hullo, Edward. Hullo, Edward.)
*steps out of the way of the electrical spikes and fires with his pistol some more*
((Hey annika))
((Good day, evening or night sir))
(Hullo, Sir, Silente, Star, and anyone else I may be missing.)
The Guy: I’m sorry, boss, but there’s nuthin’ we can do.
Dammit, Con!
*punches fist into palm repeatedly*
Three years I’ve lost her! Three years! Dozens of fake names, phony contacts, illicit paper trails! Do you know how many informants I’ve had to kill to catch up to her again?
Bertrand Con: Uh, no.
A lot, Con! A lot!
*continues pacing*
*grinding his teeth together*
And after all that effort, you’re going to waltz in here and tell me I can’t even kill her!?
Con: She’s a public figure now, sir. An authority figure. We could snuff her out, sure, but it wouldn’t be clean. There’d be questions. Nasty questions. We’d have every cop in the city after us.
I don’t care! I want her DEAD! Do you hear me!?
Con: Yeah, boss, I heard you the first ten times.
The Door: *opens*
*several maids walk in*
Thank God!
*waves hands feverishly*
Get this filthy cesspit cleaned up at once!
Maid 1: *looks cautiously around the room*
. . . Cesspeet, monsieur?
Yes! Cesspit! This place is filthy! Barely habitable!
Maid 2: Monsieur, zeez room eez spotlezz.
I am not paying you to be ignorant! I am paying you to clean! *nearly hysterical now*
So clean it! Clean it now!
Maids: *look at each other*
*shrug*
*begin to clean the room*
Do you know how a paradox works Dragona? *Bullets crumble to dust*
*catches up to the vampire and hits her in the back with the ace, then again on her head*
To be honest, I have no idea.
*launches another shockwave at Edward*
Hey Sir! :)
Hey Annika . . . don'tdoanythinghorribledon'doanythinghorribeldon'tdoanythinghorrible. D:
@Silente: I don't. :) For weird people, weirdness is awesome, so seeming weird to them is seeming awesome to them. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
Con: Boss, maybe tryin’ to kill her right off the bat ain’t the right idea.
How to you figure?
Con: *shrugs* I mean, she’s a big-shot professor at the local college, right? And everyone’s moonin’ over her because she’s such an figurehead in the monster huntin’ business? Remember, she’s in a wheelchair.
Of course I remember, Con. I put her there myself.
*smiles dreamily, as if recalling a happy memory*
Con: Well, we could kill her right this minute, if she weren’t so well-liked. We won’t have that problem if the city turns against her. See what I mean?
We can’t turn a whole city against her, Con.
*sits down heavily in an armchair*
*puts up his feet on a footstool*
*sighs*
*he’s very tired*
Con: It’s easy.
Well then.
*waves a hand*
How do you suppose we go about it?
Con: We get a gossiper. A real shmuck, the sort that can dig up any scandal no matter how insignificant or well-hidden. I bet Doc Precocious has a lot of dirty little secrets she doesn’t want the press to hear about.
*scoffs* She doesn’t have any dirty little secrets. I would know about them.
Con: Would you?
*firmly* I would.
Con: *strokes chin* . . . Uh-huh.
*waves a hand*
Alright then. Get me a gold-digger, a gossiper, the best you can find. We’ll disgrace her in front of the entire city.
Con: *nods*
Yes, sir.
Greetings, Ms. Tempest, Ms. Barnosky, Ms. Inkbright, Ms. Asahina, Mr. Pine, and Mr. Fletcher.
((Hey sir and Annika))
Well, they are ... *Is thrown back by shockwave* In a simple term. The time energy created goes to the nearest available source for it. Me. Basicly, run, i shall give you a door. *Door through time appears*
(Greetings Sir, how are you?)
I'll pass on talking. I emailed Ari. She's the one I turn to when I have no one to tell. Well with a bit of common sense. I just needed to tell someone. I mean if you really want to know I can say it just felt good to say something it was irl...
*dives through the time door and lands in a roll on the other side*
Standard, Mr. Fletcher.
*crumple slightly to the ground*
*realises when she is*
*yanks legs free and runs from chio*
*runs to the roots of her tree, looking for her hidden bag of clothes*
*looks over at chio clomping slowly over*
What is she wearing?
Never mind that! Get dressed!
*quickld dresses in a Light summer dress*
*runs again, bare foot and confused as to what is happening*
Good choice Dragona. *Doors appear in every time zone* these will keep a good chase* Runs after Dragona*
@Zaf: *nods*
@Zaf: If it helps you to tell us, tell us. If it helps you not to tell us, don't. :)
@Annika: . . . *watches warily*
#ChaseForBookNine
*two days later*
*sipping a very illegal brandy in the library*
*reading a book called ‘How To Run a Criminal Empire’*
*by J. Moriarty*
The Door: *swings open*
Con: *sticks his head in*
Uh, boss? I think I found just the sort of shmuck we were lookin’ for.
Excellant!
*smiles pleasantly*
Send him in!
*the door swing open*
*and he enters, in a burst of music that sounds suspiciously like a saxophone cover of ‘Cruella deVille’*
*he is wearing a pinstripe suit*
*and an enormous white fur coat*
*and is smoking a cigarette in a cigarette holder*
???: So you’re the guy, eh?
*he has a strong Brooklyn accent*
You the big-shot Osca’ Neurotic, yeah?
*frowns*
Yes . . .
???: *shakes his hand enthusiastically*
Hey, nice place ya got here. I’m Photo. Photo Q. Finish.
*puffs more smoke into the air*
I hear you’re lookin’ for an information broker? Someone who can dig up all the freshest gossip on all the popular muckity-mucks in the city?
*weakly* One in particular, actually . . .
*tugs hand out of Photo’s grip*
*shoots his pistol back at Edward whilst running*
(Good sherlock holmes reference Annika)
*Skin glows blue and the bullets melt down and form new leg* Thanks. *Sends wave of energy to throw Dragona through next door*
*counters the energy with a shockwave and runs through on his own*
Vampire, under this armour I am wearing nothing because SOME VAMPIRE ripped my beautiful dress. Now I'm pissed. Get back here so I can smash you up into little pieces.
*still chasing her*
*Creates door to where Dragona appears in ancient greece and trips him up* Ha. Say goodbye *Holds hand over Dragona crackling with energy*
Goodbye.
*launches energy point blank into Edward which throws him away*
*wipes off hands with a moist towelette*
Photo: Hey, you got a problem with touchin’ me?
. . . That sounded weird. I didn’t mean it weird.
Yes, I do have a problem. Back away from me, please, you’re getting smoke in my eyes.
Photo: *backs off*
So, who’s the guy?
The dame.
Photo: You want gossip on a dame? Sexy. What’s her name?
. . . Doctor Precocious.
Photo: Hey, that broad with the wheelchair?
*slowly closes eyes*
Yes, that broad in the wheelchair.
Photo: Easy, boss. Take care of that in a snap.
*snaps fingers*
You want the dirt publicized by the press, or, heh, is this just a little something for your personal collection?
Publicized, publicized. I want to ruin her.
Photo: *grins*
I see. I get it. Alright!
Expect something sordid and filthy plastered across all the tabloids of New York tomorrow morning.
I will. And,
*grabs Photo’s arm to stop him from leaving*
if you don’t do what you say you’re going to do? I assure you, wou won’t live for very long.
Photo: *breathes cigarette smoke in Oscar’s face*
Honey, I’ve been doing this for years, for a lotta guys much tougher than you. Kill me? Ha! I’d like to see you try.
*departs in a swirl of smoke and saxophone solos*
I have to go now. Edward, we can continue this another time lol because it's fun.
Bye!
*Smashes through several temples* *Watches but cant move due to hundreds of broken bones*
Bye Dragona
Aw s**t of course I did, she did, it did.
*runs faster* if I keep running will you stop wanting to smash me into iddy bitty pieces?
*dodges left and right, still dizzy from changing form*
*looks back at Chios furious face*
*mutters* no. No she won't, great.
*shouts back* can't you make a new dress?
Fours, Dragona! :(
*still watching you people like a stalker*
#ChaseForBookNine
*the next day*
The Door: *bangs open*
*and Photo swarms in, grinning from ear to ear*
*he’s got a camera hanging around his neck*
*and a cheap tabloid newspaper in his hand*
Photo: Hey, Osca’!
*glances up from his cleaning*
*he’s scrubbing the window*
Have you done it?
Photo: Did I ever, oh, did I ever!
*holds up the tabloid*
Headline: LUSH AND LECHE CAUGHT IN COMPROMISING SCANDAL!
*the picture was taken with a black-and-white camera*
*and was clearly shot from the bushes outside the window*
Photo: *grinning ecstatically*
Boy, that dame of yours is in some hot water now!
*reads article aloud*
“Doctor Precocious, noted professor of Convoluted Circumlocution at the university, is seen here in passionate embrace with a foxy young gentleman, revealed by our informants as her personal physician, Dr. Hershel Coin. This young doctor has already gained a reputation about town for having numerous affairs with numerous patients. However, we expected more of our beloved professor! While we have no information as to how far Dr. Coin’s affair with this well-known drunk has gone, we can be certain that no good can come of it! Is a woman who is so easily swayed by this man-about-town’s charms fit to teach our children? For shame, Miss Precocious! For shame!”
*looks up from the paper*
More gossip than I could’ve dreamed, sir! And- sir? You’re not lookin’ so good.
*leaning on the nearby desk*
*breathing heavily and not making eye contact with Photo*
. . . I am fine, of course, Mr. Finish.
Photo: You sure?
I SAID I’M FINE!
*the shout rings in the air*
*grinds his teeth together loudly*
You’ve done your job well, Mr. Finish. Commendable.
Photo: Yeah. That’s me. I’m kinda Mr. Get-It-Done around here.
*nervous chuckle*
I could. Why? not having fun anymore Silente?
((Bye dragon! Star a stalker? That..okay then. Well I anticipate a very long chase, probably followed by pain and then a pause later..))
Im gonna watch this im so confused
Its not that so much as my will to live!
*continues running* and you look angry, the type of angry where getting caught isn't good!
*looks back* *smiles* will sorry do? I mean, sure it was a great dress but, well, if I shredded it I probably had a good reason.
((Watch what zaf?))
Do . . . Do me a favor, Mr. Finish, and go fetch Mr. Con. I’d like to discuss potentially hiring you as a full-time acquisition to my group.
Photo: Really?
*looks surprised*
Yes.
Photo: Right away then, sir!
*hurriedly leaves the room*
*leaving the tabloid behind him*
*picks up the tabloid*
*looks at the headline, and the picture*
*reads the rest of the article*
*sets the paper down*
*returns to the desk and leans on it for a moment with both hands*
*not speaking*
*seizes a nearby vase and shatters it against the wall*
*CUT TO THE PRESENT DAY*
*a pair of delicate hands are holding a very old newspaper*
*it’s a cheap tabloid*
*full of decades-old gossip*
Headline: LUSH AND LECHE CAUGHT IN COMPROMISING SCANDAL!
*the room is dark*
*but the stereo is still playing Cher’s ‘Believe’*
Stereo: No matter how hard I try
You keep pushing me aside
And I can’t break through
There’s no talking to you
Oh? you started this Silente. I have a good reason for tearing you apart. you'll be able to take it. :3
*stops and melts her armour*
But I guess i'll leave it for now.
*places a hand on her hip as she makes another Elsa dress*
*the man is not a chemist*
*but he is called such by his employer, so, he agrees*
*the chemist lets the crumbling old newspaper fall*
*fall*
*fall*
*and it lands with a gently PLOOP in the cauldron*
*the liquid within turns a fiery red*
*steaming with cigarette-like smoke*
*and the reflection of Photo Finish’s face dimly swims into view within the cauldron*
The Chemist: *slowly begins to stir the concoction*
*bobbing his head to the synthy rhythm on the stereo*
The Chemist: Four hearts
Four souls
Four times to try
Four men
Four lives
Four ways to die
*the chemicals bubble and broil in their stew*
The Chemist: One man to desire
One man to despise
One man to admire
And one man who lies
Stereo: But after all is said and dooooone . . .
You’re gonna be the lonely ooooone . . .
The Chemist: Four souls, four lives, four debts, four tokens,
It takes four to shape a soul, and four to leave it broken
Eternal torment waits for her, a dense, eternal night
No way to escape it, she will cry and cower with fright
The wedding bells ring merrily, silver, brass, and gold
The first of the four tokens is the one that’s something old
*the paper is gone now*
*burned away into ash by the heat of the fire*
*the scarlet liquid turns a sickly yellow*
*and the Chemist smiles*
Stereo: I can feel something inside me say
I really don’t think you’re strong enough
Now
THE END
*stumbles to a stop* *turns* wait, your not? Going to kill me? Is this a trap.
*looks at chio, suspicion in her eyes* and also they is NOT my fault. This is ITS fault. In fact no. This is YOUR fault. You were...distracting me so I didn't take my serum, so IT wasn't stopped. There for IT attacked YOU. Its not my fault at all!
Roleplay..I *sighs* excuse me i need to go sob
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