*gets up and glares* *throws more pebbles at him* *makes a holographic arm chair near her coffin* *sits in it still chucking pebbles at Blake* *puts the echo stone at the base of the chair*
Just popping in real quick to say that I hope you all are having wonderful days, and that The Catcher and the Rye is quite a fantastic book to read- I suggest it
*tumbles backwards* *begins to fade and flicker* *jumps up frowning* *moves closer to where she was* *becomes more substantial* I miss our old fights. Hey if its just you and me...well I've been in that box a while and there's a surefire way to get me out of it...
Oh Chi's still thinking of plans that require me to be playing sleeping beauty. That's why I'm in there at the moment. And of course I can! I'm not killing myself! Not for him! No, I have a sigil on my chest, that's what's keeping me dead. Turn that off and voila! I'm awake! And probably thirsty. As in rip your throat out and devour you thirsty.
I have no idea. She's thinking maybe the burial. Even though if you bury me you'll have to dig me up again. I'm just letting her plan. It seems like the best thing to do.
How can you hate the cold silente? The cold is wonderful. It brings warm fires and smores and big fluffy covers. I prefer to be cold than warm. When you're warm you can do nothing about it. Just lay there and roast. When you're cold you can have soup, hot chocolate, big warm fluffy covers and pajamas and sit by the fire.
I like to be a nice temperature. I don't like being to hot, its horrible and makes you sweat. I'll admit I'd prefer to be too cold than too hot. Its cheaper for one. Easier to counter as well.
*smirks* It's hard, I have a lot to do. You forget in America each Elder runs a Sanctuary alone. It makes it harder to take our country, but a bit more tedious for the Elders. I don't mind though, I've dreamed of serving on the Council for so long this is an honor.
Thanks. I didn't think I'd be able to. When I came out of the Temple I wanted to do something for the Sanctuary. I'm a Necromancer so it is rather hard. Shockingly I got a job and proved myself worthy because the Elder I replaced died and Bisahalani wanted me, and pursuaded the other mages in our country to allow me. You know Morweena Crow was in Ireland so it was pretty easy to sway them. Then he...died...(aka I uh actually had...him..killed) and I stepped up to become Grand Mage. I'm happy, its what I wanted and I can not think of another way to serve my country.
(You had him killed? Who'd you hire? I know it wasn't me and I'm one of the best around...) (I mean what. No I'm not a killer-for-hire) Its good you came to get your job. You managed to be trusted enough to get to where you are now! That's great!
(Oh. Okay.) Hey how are the investigations going anyway? I've been hearing rumors. Mainly of this rose assassin or something. Leaves a flower in her wake. I prefer the older assassin stories to be honest. Well the older ones that haven't been found out yet, like that one...whatchamacallit...the one with the... *racks brains* The one with the business card! Who left a business card behind with the victims that was blank except for the word 'Sorry' on them! That ones a good one. You found that one yet?
So they haven't found the assassin? Wow. Guess that's one talented assassin. I hear she gets around a lot. Last I heard she was in England. But that was a year ago. Wonder where that assassin is now.
*shrugs* I let my detectives do what they need, I just do what I need. And wear these robes. Lucky I have good relations with Ravel, I don't want to have Ireland hate us.
Yes. Depends how many and who you kill. You kill one guy off the street a decade maybe, you do what Sanguine does, life. You do what Scarab did he got 200yrs. I haven't even spoken to my father since his Revenger's Club.
Yes, Scarab is my father. Its weird...I'm from Ireland, picked up an Irish lady and left. Knew I was his because he stayed a few years then they had my memory fixed sl I didn't know until he told me.
...how do you know I'm real? I could be someone pretending to be the real Amethyst but you wouldn't know because I'll have a very good disguise... I'm the real one though...I think...
You think you know me And everything that you consider me You think you know my name You think you know me And everything you get a chance to see You think you know my face You think you know my face
You think you see me And everything that you consider me You think I'm more than you You think you see me You like the way I'm strong and stand by you But I am fragile too I am fragile too
Yeah I will be fine As the time goes by It may hurt at nights But I will be fine Yeah I will be just fine
They think they know me And everything that they consider me They think I never cry They are thinking While they're making up their twisted lies She won't mind, she's nice She's as cold as ice
You think you see me And everything that you consider me You think I'm more than you You think you see me You like the way I'm strong and stand by you But I am fragile too I am fragile too I am fragile too I am fragile too
Meh, I've said in my fanfic my sisters and I are assassins. Trained to kill whoever the fuck our father wants. All over the world. Not even the members of the Dead Men had heard of us until a little while ago. China Sorrows had hardly any information either. If China Sorrows doesn't have anything on you, that's when you know you're good.
Omg so next week I'm getting blonde highlights done by my friend. She is at a tech school for cosmotology and they can bring friends up on clinic days. So I'm going up and she's so excited.
She walks to school with the lunch she packed Nobody knows what she's holdin' back Wearin' the same dress she wore yesterday She hides the bruises with linen and lace
The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask It's hard to see the pain behind the mask Bearing the burden of a secret storm Sometimes she wishes she was never born
Through the wind and the rain She stands hard as a stone In a world that she can't rise above But her dreams give her wings And she flies to a place where she's loved Concrete angel
Somebody cries in the middle of the night The neighbors hear, but they turn out the lights A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate When morning comes it'll be too late
It's going fine! And I was just taking a break. WAIT... You have to ded. *laughs evilly as thunder and lightning boom and flash respectively across the purplish, stormy clouds*
This is what my bedside table looks like right now. It's my reading/to read pile. There are 9 books there, soon to be 10, and I'm reading 20 or so on my tablet (which usually sits on top of the pile).
Whoa... That's a whole lotta books to read. :) Usually I just go to the library and pick a book that looks interesting. That's actually how I found good ol' Skul-man and his combat accessory.
Today, the sickly-green needles of quivering pines hang low in the sky, dripping with rainwater. Rain patters against the slick glass of my window and I am alone, typing in a darkened room. Outside, I hear my dog, singing the song of his people at a passing squirrel. This is my life.
Yesterday, through sweat and Gatorade, I stood triumphant over the corpses of my fellow fencers. The fencing club did bow down to me as I raised my sword in triumph, the medal of gold resting comfortably on my jacket. The first gold medal I have taken in many months of hard toil at the training dummies. I am victorious. This is my life.
Tomorrow, I shall slog through fields of mud, rainwater soaking into my twenty-dollar coat, as I approach the strait-cut white building wherein my friends lie. Here in this church we shall gather, homeschoolers one and all, church-goers and brainiacs, nerds and jocks siding together in perfect harmony. Friendly face after friendly faced, hunching over their homeschooling projects. A bright red A+ glares from every stark white sheet of notebook paper as we sit in camaraderie, climbing our individual and mutual ladders, each seeking to be the very best, like no one ever was. This is my life.
But for now, I sit, here in a darkened room. I type on my laptop and smell the thick, sugary smell of toasting Poptarts in the kitchen. Here is where the battles are fought, and where the battles are one. This is my life, here is my life, behind my computer screen.
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*throws more pebbles at him*
*makes a holographic arm chair near her coffin*
*sits in it still chucking pebbles at Blake*
*puts the echo stone at the base of the chair*
*Flicks his hand to the side each time she chucks a pebble, throwing her aim off*
*glares*
*throws them faster, as a blur*
*throws more at a time as well*
*Puts up a wall of darkness*
*The pebbles bounce harmlessly off it*
*throws them over the wall*
Just popping in real quick to say that I hope you all are having wonderful days, and that The Catcher and the Rye is quite a fantastic book to read- I suggest it
Hi/bye Adra!
*Takes down the wall and pushes towards her with all his might, blasting her back off the chair*
Hi/bye Adra
*tumbles backwards*
*begins to fade and flicker*
*jumps up frowning*
*moves closer to where she was*
*becomes more substantial*
I miss our old fights. Hey if its just you and me...well I've been in that box a while and there's a surefire way to get me out of it...
*quiet* I want to curl up in a ball
((For warmth, comfort or emotion?))
You okay, Zaf? :/
(Msd.)
#ChaseForBookNine
Warmth.
((I hate the cold too.))
Wait you can get out Silente? How? The plan failed so there's really no point in you being "dead" any more
Oh Chi's still thinking of plans that require me to be playing sleeping beauty. That's why I'm in there at the moment. And of course I can! I'm not killing myself! Not for him! No, I have a sigil on my chest, that's what's keeping me dead. Turn that off and voila! I'm awake! And probably thirsty. As in rip your throat out and devour you thirsty.
Yeah you could try. Anyways we know Alastair won't show up for any events regarding your death so what could she still be planning?
I have no idea. She's thinking maybe the burial. Even though if you bury me you'll have to dig me up again. I'm just letting her plan. It seems like the best thing to do.
You can bite me
Zaf I'm not eating you. Then I'll either drain you and get arrested for murder or turn you/nearly turn you and get arrested for assult.
How can you hate the cold silente? The cold is wonderful. It brings warm fires and smores and big fluffy covers. I prefer to be cold than warm. When you're warm you can do nothing about it. Just lay there and roast. When you're cold you can have soup, hot chocolate, big warm fluffy covers and pajamas and sit by the fire.
True that. Assault on the Grand Mage is a big crime. I really ought to work on that paperwork, you hardly see me much at the Sanctuary.
I like to be a nice temperature. I don't like being to hot, its horrible and makes you sweat. I'll admit I'd prefer to be too cold than too hot. Its cheaper for one. Easier to counter as well.
See I can bite you or I'll be dragged of to a goal or something. And paperwork can wait. Its boring!
**cant
*smirks* It's hard, I have a lot to do. You forget in America each Elder runs a Sanctuary alone. It makes it harder to take our country, but a bit more tedious for the Elders. I don't mind though, I've dreamed of serving on the Council for so long this is an honor.
I'm glad your doing something you enjoy.
Thanks. I didn't think I'd be able to. When I came out of the Temple I wanted to do something for the Sanctuary. I'm a Necromancer so it is rather hard. Shockingly I got a job and proved myself worthy because the Elder I replaced died and Bisahalani wanted me, and pursuaded the other mages in our country to allow me. You know Morweena Crow was in Ireland so it was pretty easy to sway them. Then he...died...(aka I uh actually had...him..killed) and I stepped up to become Grand Mage. I'm happy, its what I wanted and I can not think of another way to serve my country.
(You had him killed? Who'd you hire? I know it wasn't me and I'm one of the best around...)
(I mean what. No I'm not a killer-for-hire)
Its good you came to get your job. You managed to be trusted enough to get to where you are now! That's great!
Hello everyone! How are you guys today?
*nods* It is. For a Necromancer....
(Ask Derek he was the one who told me. I knew I was one of Ravel's supporters so I asked I had Bisahalani killed, he said yes.)
Hello Amethyst! How are you today?
Hi Amethyst
Hello! I'm fine.
(Oh. Okay.)
Hey how are the investigations going anyway? I've been hearing rumors. Mainly of this rose assassin or something. Leaves a flower in her wake. I prefer the older assassin stories to be honest. Well the older ones that haven't been found out yet, like that one...whatchamacallit...the one with the...
*racks brains*
The one with the business card! Who left a business card behind with the victims that was blank except for the word 'Sorry' on them! That ones a good one. You found that one yet?
Its good that your fine! Being fine is good!
What about you?
I'm hyper? Well not as much now. I'm fineeeeeeee.
That's good. So what's going on now?
Ah. That's out west, I'm in New York City, so when they find it I'll get word.
Nm. We're talking of crimes/investigations/assassins!
O_O Who/What's out west?
So they haven't found the assassin? Wow. Guess that's one talented assassin. I hear she gets around a lot. Last I heard she was in England. But that was a year ago. Wonder where that assassin is now.
The Sorry assassin. Or at least it was. Might still be. God knows where it is really.
It? So... what is it? An animal? Mutant person?
Dunno. An assasin. I think its magic in someway. And can speak lots of languages.
Oh. Okay.
*shrugs* I let my detectives do what they need, I just do what I need. And wear these robes. Lucky I have good relations with Ravel, I don't want to have Ireland hate us.
No one wants Ireland to hate them... At least, I don't think anyone would...
How long are you imprisoned for assassination? The sorry assain for example. Its facing a long time right?
Ireland has Skulduggery. No one wants to be on the receiving end of Skulduggery. He's great at what he does.
Yes. Depends how many and who you kill. You kill one guy off the street a decade maybe, you do what Sanguine does, life. You do what Scarab did he got 200yrs. I haven't even spoken to my father since his Revenger's Club.
*laughs bitterly* I've had Skulduggery after me ever since the war.
Your father? Your Scarabs daughter?
You know, I'm an assassin too. My sisters and I clean up pretty good too.
Oh look. Chi's here! Yey Chi! Your one too! Yey for us! Although admitting to being an Assassin isn't the best idea...oh well!
Yes, Scarab is my father. Its weird...I'm from Ireland, picked up an Irish lady and left. Knew I was his because he stayed a few years then they had my memory fixed sl I didn't know until he told me.
Hmm. So your...billy rays sister? Oh. That means your friendships sister too.
This is a lie.
Hello Chione!
Hello Fabi!
But if that's a lie then it means its telling the truth which means its lieing which means its telling the truth which means its lieing.. etc.
I have another sibling?
I MUST LEAVE!
*pulses then fades*
*the armour, gloves and hat clatter to the floor near the stone*
Oh...Bye Echo Silente.
Exactly. :-P
Hello Amy, Chi, Zaf, Tempest.
Yeah Manuel is Billy Rays not as crazy brother. Which makes you his sister. Or his half sister depending on the mothers..
Oh, bye Tempest.
Bye real amethyst!
Bye Fabz!
Bye zaf!
Oh gods...
Bye anyone I unwillingly ommited!
...how do you know I'm real? I could be someone pretending to be the real Amethyst but you wouldn't know because I'll have a very good disguise... I'm the real one though...I think...
Anyone taking APs in the next few weeks?
Hell no. I'm not that genius
Oh. Okay.
Hm.
You could technically be a figment of my imagination. Or yours. Or Zaf's. Or Derek's.
But probably not.
I'm homeschooled, so...
Oh. Okay.
Um... It's quiet...
I'm a real living being
Anyone still here?
Oh... I'm confused now...
Okay!
I'm going to go soon. But I'll be back!
Okay!
You think you know me
And everything that you consider me
You think you know my name
You think you know me
And everything you get a chance to see
You think you know my face
You think you know my face
You think you see me
And everything that you consider me
You think I'm more than you
You think you see me
You like the way I'm strong and stand by you
But I am fragile too
I am fragile too
Yeah I will be fine
As the time goes by
It may hurt at nights
But I will be fine
Yeah I will be just fine
They think they know me
And everything that they consider me
They think I never cry
They are thinking
While they're making up their twisted lies
She won't mind, she's nice
She's as cold as ice
You think you see me
And everything that you consider me
You think I'm more than you
You think you see me
You like the way I'm strong and stand by you
But I am fragile too
I am fragile too
I am fragile too
I am fragile too
Just like you
Meh, I've said in my fanfic my sisters and I are assassins. Trained to kill whoever the fuck our father wants. All over the world. Not even the members of the Dead Men had heard of us until a little while ago. China Sorrows had hardly any information either. If China Sorrows doesn't have anything on you, that's when you know you're good.
I can talk to Ravel...
Omg so next week I'm getting blonde highlights done by my friend. She is at a tech school for cosmotology and they can bring friends up on clinic days. So I'm going up and she's so excited.
Hello. I'm back.
Hey
Ravel: Hello, Amethyst.
Hello Zafira. Hello Ravel. How are you guys?
Eh fine I guess.
Ravel: enjoying the limited time I have with Zaf.
Okay.
Ao my niece likes Frozen
The movie?
She walks to school with the lunch she packed
Nobody knows what she's holdin' back
Wearin' the same dress she wore yesterday
She hides the bruises with linen and lace
The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask
It's hard to see the pain behind the mask
Bearing the burden of a secret storm
Sometimes she wishes she was never born
Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place where she's loved
Concrete angel
Somebody cries in the middle of the night
The neighbors hear, but they turn out the lights
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate
When morning comes it'll be too late
...that's so sad...
Yes the movie
A lot of people like that movie :)
Ya I agree. Hmm will Alastair show his disgraceful face?
I do not know... it is like a surprise every day. You never know when he will show up!
It is! He could be hiding.
He could be here right now...and we would never know unless he speaks out or does something! It's so exciting!
Its scary
Depends on what he does I guess...
He'll just stalk us. That's all.
Maybe pop in to kill when there are a few more people too...
Hey the Summer of Light is tomorrow
The Summer of Light's today for me, Zaf... :)
Ah! Tomorrow for me tis 8:16pm
...oh my...Summer of Light! We can all celebrate by rereading KOTW!
I ought to! Ah. Yeah. I should.
So... now what?
Zaffy had no idea
There usually are more people and stuff to do. Where did they all go?
MAYBE THEY WERE HOLOGRAMS AND THEIR PROJECTOR(S) RAN OUT OF BATTERY
Its just quiet, it happens
hehe...holgrams. That's be interesting though... What if they really ARE holgrams?
HELLO AMPHIBIANS, I AM HERE
AMMYYYYYYY. I NEED YOUR EMAIL. IF YOU HAVE ONE. AND I ALSO NEED A LIST OF STUFF YOU LIKE. I KNOW ITS A HARD THING TO DO, BUT I NEED A LIST. PLZ
HELLO SNOW!
How long does the list have to be?
And can I email you my email?
Uhhhhhh...... about 6 things?! ? Idk? Longer?
Sure.
hilyerj@gmail.com
Or
lonleysnow@gmail.com
Idc which you use. Though I normally use the lonleysnow@gmail.com for blogland stuffs
ok
Brb
Dynamite
Back.
Zaf, did you get the thing I sent yooouuuu???????????
SNOW! Do you want concrete stuff or things in general? I can't think!
Anything
Okay!
When?
I sent it :)
I sent you a picture yesterday, zaf
Then no
Got it now okay! My phone didnt download but ipod did
Night
Bye Zafira.
Hello?
Hello?
Amethyst! Hi!
*sighs*
Too late. Again.
Nope! Still here!!!
:D How are you?
...don't leave... did you leave?
NOOOO!!! STOP LEAVING! :(
COME BACK!!!
HI AMETHYST!
I'M BACK!
(I think)
YAY!!!
Have you left now?
:(
I can sort of see the funny side of this. Sort of. But universe, I am not very amused.
So, how are you? :)
YOU'RE ON! IGNORE MY LAST COMMENT!
OKAY!!!
Hi, Amethyst! I'm fine. I was actually just drawing Tanith on the back of TMS...
:)
How're you?
I'm fine.
How's the drawing going? Good?
So what do you want to do?
(around 99 comments left :))
It's going fine!
And I was just taking a break.
WAIT...
You have to ded.
*laughs evilly as thunder and lightning boom and flash respectively across the purplish, stormy clouds*
...the universe is so cruel...
*continues laughing, the laughs getting louder and louder and louder*
*coughs, throat exhausted from all that evil laughing*
So, um...
I dedicate this page to the cruel universe because it hates us all. BUT WE WILL GET BACK AT IT!
LET'S START A WAR AGAINST THE UNIVERSE!!! ...can we do that?
What weapon can we use against this universe? What can kill it or harm it?
Probably...
And nice ded!
*starts to ready shadows for the war against said universe*
Be back soon-ish. Food calls. D:
But please, carry on with the war.
*poofs in a glittery mist*
Is this universe killable? What if it's invincible? Is this war that I started a futile attempt that will end in despair?
CURSE YOU, UNIVERSE!
um *whispers to Emerald* How do we start on attacking/killing a universe?
Okay. I shall wait until you return.
Helloificationify.
Hello Fabi!
Genevieve keeps sending me videos of her cat. X'D
What kind of videos?
The cat is rolling around on the floor and trying to eat things, mostly.
I'm trying to imagine a cat doing that... that must be funny :D
I have to leave now. :( Bye!
It is!
Oh. Bye!
Hi?
And bye. :(
Fay, you still here?
Okay, now I'm not still here, sorry.
:(
You trying to kill the universe reminds me of The Final Empire.
Because you don't know how to kill it or even if it is killable and now I'm crying because that book was so damn - well.
#ChaseForBookNine
And I have now finished the fanart. :D
But there's no way of showing you all... D:
This is what my bedside table looks like right now. It's my reading/to read pile. There are 9 books there, soon to be 10, and I'm reading 20 or so on my tablet (which usually sits on top of the pile).
Whoa...
That's a whole lotta books to read. :)
Usually I just go to the library and pick a book that looks interesting. That's actually how I found good ol' Skul-man and his combat accessory.
Eh. I have no social life. So I read.
Morning people.
Orrrrrrrrr not.
*hums a song to herself*
Hello, all.
A PERSON!
HELLO LEILA!
*the curtains open*
*I am on stage*
Today, the sickly-green needles of quivering pines hang low in the sky, dripping with rainwater. Rain patters against the slick glass of my window and I am alone, typing in a darkened room. Outside, I hear my dog, singing the song of his people at a passing squirrel. This is my life.
Yesterday, through sweat and Gatorade, I stood triumphant over the corpses of my fellow fencers. The fencing club did bow down to me as I raised my sword in triumph, the medal of gold resting comfortably on my jacket. The first gold medal I have taken in many months of hard toil at the training dummies. I am victorious. This is my life.
Tomorrow, I shall slog through fields of mud, rainwater soaking into my twenty-dollar coat, as I approach the strait-cut white building wherein my friends lie. Here in this church we shall gather, homeschoolers one and all, church-goers and brainiacs, nerds and jocks siding together in perfect harmony. Friendly face after friendly faced, hunching over their homeschooling projects. A bright red A+ glares from every stark white sheet of notebook paper as we sit in camaraderie, climbing our individual and mutual ladders, each seeking to be the very best, like no one ever was. This is my life.
But for now, I sit, here in a darkened room. I type on my laptop and smell the thick, sugary smell of toasting Poptarts in the kitchen. Here is where the battles are fought, and where the battles are one. This is my life, here is my life, behind my computer screen.
*I walk off the stage*
*the curtains close*
Yellooooooop? Pepolz? Arz jou ear?
Iz dat ay nupe?
Why did it take everyone so long to get here? ;-; I've been alone all day ;-;
I've been at school... why haven't you been at school?!
Are you ill?
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