I had meant to write a well thought-out, reasoned, logical-yet-impassioned blog entry about this... but I still haven't figured out how to do that. So I can tell that this little entry is going to be, y'know... slightly rambling.
I want my nieces to grow up in a world where they can do anything they want to do.
Obviously, right? That's what we'd all like. Duh.
What I don't want is for them to grow up and have their options curtailed by their gender. What I don't want is for their attitudes towards men and women, boys and girls, their own selves, to be decided by a society, and a media, that is slanted.
Big Books for Boys are about adventure and exploration. Big Books for Girls are about makeup and looking pretty.
My niece Becca is 4. Becca loves pink. She loves princesses. She wasn't BORN loving pink and loving princesses — she learned that. She learned it from the people around her, from the TV she watches, from the other kids at the school-type place she goes to. And you can see it. You can see it happening. People go up to her and the first thing they say, the FIRST thing, is "Oh, don't you look ADORABLE!"
Boom. Now she thinks that her physical appearance is THE most important thing about her. Now whenever she's wearing a new dress she always runs up to me and says "Derek, look at my dress!"
I don't want my nieces thinking their looks are the only things that matter. For their birthday, the twins got a big dollhouse. It is, admittedly, awesome (if you like dollhouses). And I knew they were getting the dollhouse, so I went to buy them dolls. I bought them a princess doll and a mermaid doll, because Becca loves princesses and Emily loves mermaids. But I also got them an Annikin Skywalker doll, with lightsaber and sound effects, and an Iron Man doll. So now Iron Man has tea with Princess Barbie (and by all accounts, he's loving it) and the future Darth Vader (spoiler alert) sits awkwardly on the couch with Mermaid Barbie.
I buy them toys for boys because I don't want them limited by what toy companies tell them they can be.
(Er, not that a princess, a mermaid, a Sith Lord or a super hero is an achievable goal anyway... well, maybe the super hero...)
And then I start thinking about my books because, well, my books are awesome and deserve to be thought about. I think I've done well, all in all. The decision to have the main character be a teenage girl wasn't a decision at all — it's just something that fit. I've also worked very hard to refrain from idealising Valkyrie. Having a female main character but treating her like she's this flawless wonder is as damaging and disingenuous as the very things I've been trying to avoid. But treating her like a real person? Giving her an ego, an arrogance, a selfishness that we'd all have in her situation? That's FAIR.
But I've also failed, in certain ways. I've given in, without even thinking. Val is pretty, for a start. Was that necessary? No, not really. I could have made her plain. I could have taken away the height, the slimness, the little dimple when she smiles... But I didn't. Yes, the pretty fictional character is based on my pretty real-life friend, but I could have changed THAT aspect, right? Only, I'm as biased as anyone else. I like beauty. I like a pretty face. I like Gina Carano and Ronda Rousey. I admire them as people, as fighters, as athletes — but would I pay them this much attention if I didn't also appreciate how they look?
I'm as bad as anyone, but the thing is, I'm trying NOT to be.
So while you're digesting all this, and figuring out if what I'm saying has ANY relevance to ANYTHING, I want you think about Captain America: Winter Soldier. You all know what a huge comics fan I am. Most of you know that I own the shield he used in the first movie. I am REALLY looking forward to the sequel, and nothing will stop me from going to see it.
But seeing as how I'm talking about how women are valued primarily on their looks, I'd like you to take a peek at the posters released. Here's Cap, looking pensive...
And Nick Fury, also looking pensive...
And here's Black Widow, looking... wow.
Is that it? Is that her only worth?
In some ways, I'm old fashioned. I believe in old-fashioned things. I believe men should be strong. If they can't be strong physically then they must be strong morally. I believe men should hold the door for women, should stand up from the table when they walk over, and they should, when possible, pay for dinner. I also believe that men and women are equal in every way that's important.
So when I ask "Is that her only worth?", I'm not asking that from a feminist's perspective. I'm asking it from a man's perspective. The Black Widow is a secret agent, a spy, an assassin, and a hero... so why can't she be pensive in a series of pensive posters? Why does she have to adopt the sexy pose?
If any of my nieces grow up to be a secret agent, a spy, an assassin or a hero, I'm going to be as proud of them as if they grow up to be a princess or a mermaid. But I'm going to have to insist that they be given the opportunity to be WHATEVER they want to be, and those kinds of opportunities begin with me — the writer, the creator — and with you — the reader, the consumer. Don't settle for less. Don't settle at all.
Sunday, March 16, 2014
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«Oldest ‹Older 2801 – 3000 of 4926 Newer› Newest»*a million dragons appear in Silente's mind*
You're also outnumbered.
*looks around*
*at the dragons*
That's never stopped me before..
Or perhaps I knew you would think I was lying so would tell the truth.
Or maybe I knew you would think I was lying so would tell you I was telling the truth but actually I was in fact lying.
Or perhaps I knew you would think I was lying so would tell you I was telling the truth so you'd think I was lying but in fact I was telling the truth.
Fire is easy to put out either way..
*grins*
And I've never slain a dragon before. I hear their blood is /fabulous/
Or maybe the dragons - even my own form - are all deceptions. Perhaps my true motives are happening as we speak.
And what would the true motives be?
*raises one eyebrow and smirks*
*hand still hovering over the sigil*
Oh, perhaps I have weaved magic into the sigil so when you touch it you will appear in my realm and be tortured by visions.
Or maybe your lying about everything you just said. Maybe your just trying to make me scared of being myself. Maybe you think your playing a smart game.
Or perhaps you are already in my realm and this is all a vision.
Maybe. Perhaps I should just tap the sigil and find out..
Or maybe there is no game. Or maybe the game is to make you think I have a game when in fact I don't. Or maybe the game is to make you think that I have no game by telling you I have a game when I actually DO have a game.
Maybe you should. But is it worth it? Perhaps my plan is something worse.
On the other hand, maybe you should tap the sigil.
Well let's find out which is right..
*grins*
*slowly*
*taps*
*the*
*sigil*
*off*
*eyes flood black and skin begings glowing with a ghostly white light*
*Silente gets transported into his realm with a "pop"*
((*runs around poking everyone*
Rhydian I have Skype so that would be awesome!))
*laughs darkly and looks around*
Oh look. New place.
*stretches her arms wide*
Have at me then! Where's ya women and children? Your ill and ya old? Where's the /prey?/
((Yay Chi!!!
Gtg now. BYE!))
*was watching from the shadows, which are now gone*
Oh.
Um.
Heyyyyyy!
((Bye Rhydian! Hey again Chi!))
((Hey Trip))
*materialises into his realm*
*walks up a downwards staircase*
Prey? There is no prey here.
Then why bring me here?
*walks after Dragona*
Don't say your the only living thing here?
((Hey Trip!))
((How art that Chione of the water and the ice?))
((Yo, wassup? :P))
Why bring you here indeed.
You see, I was rather curious about what your reaction would be. It seems I was telling the truth all along - isn't it funny, hm?
I have a problem. Tapping the sigil released a monster that posed a considerable threat to the other mortals.
I cannot allow that to happen, since I like deceiving mortals. They're fun.
Therefore, I am going to reapply the sigil. And wipe the thoughts of wanting to tap the sigil from your memory.
I'm sorry your going to what? I don't think so. I rather like being out.
*taps the sigil s behind her eyes*
*the mind walls pop up making her mind near impenetrable*
Taraa darling. Time to find those mortals you mentioned.
*starts walking off*
**ears
What up bitches?
Walk all you like. There is no exit from here. You have left your world completely.
I had a feeling you would react like this.
Oh, mind blocks, stopping me from entering your mind.
No matter.
*entraps the part of Silente's mind in a psychological vault*
All without entering.
((Hey Emerald!))
((Which part have you put in a phycological vault?))
(The evil part)
((**psychological))
((Oh okay.))
*stops*
*vision suddenly goes blurry*
*falls to the ground*
*sleeping*
(No such thing as evil.)
*still not here :P*)
#ChaseForBookNine
*puts Silente back in Blogland*
*rolls over*
*blinks*
*wakes up frowning*
*HEADACHE*
*winces*
What happened?
*materialises in Blogland*
There were some issues. It has all been fixed now. You could call it technical difficulties.
Technical difficulties?
*winces again at the headache*
What type of technical difficulties give you a headache and knock you out?
Hey everyone. My characters are still being a bitch, I think I need some inspiration...
The very difficult kind of technical difficulties.
((Inspiration..er...GLITTER CANDY MICE ORANGES BLUE BERRIES BANANA NOT BANANA PANCAKES WAFFLES SYRUP RAINBOWS MAGIC SKULDUGGERY PLEASANT SHERLOCK MYSTERIES INSPIRATION!))
*gets up*
I'm sure they were. Care to explain? I mean I ever got hit really hard or someone pissed around with my brain again.
*squints*
*HEADACHE*
You got hit very hard. I believe it a Warlock. No matter, he has gone now.
*rubs head*
Mm. Sure.
*shrugs*
*winces as the movement causes her headache to worsen*
*knows warlocks don't punch, they shoot energy beam and eat you*
*the energy beams numb you I do believe*
*why the hell would a warlcok be in Blogland?!*
I feel weird.
A warlock came through a portal. It hit you with a hammer as I managed to stop it shooting its beam.
Oh okay. That's..okay..
*looks a little dazed and dizzy*
My head hurts. And something...gone. Its weird..
I think it will be an after effect of getting hit in the head. I would wait a few days and see how you are after.
Yeah maybe.
*shakes head*
Ugh. Guess my instincts are getting worse huh? Why is it always me in the firing line?
*grins*
*the headache fading slightly*
I assume the warlock thought you were the greatest threat. I wouldn't worry, though, it approached silently through the portal.
He was probably sent by one of my enemies. I have a lot of those.
*laughs*
To many to count on my hands, unless I had a calculator.
On Twitter, have you seen the header thing I have?
((Is it your profile pic off of here?))
No it's a starship from Mass Effect :P
Oh. Okay :-)
((Questchiown, dees mind vault ting, eez eet linked to da sigeel or Nah))
(It is linked to the sigil - it activates every time you touch the sigil, stays there for a few hours, contains the murderous form and then deactivates - leaving you without it. Then every time you push the sigil it activates again, sealing it away so it doesn't have any effect)
((Oh. So you basically disabled the sigil so if I activate it to free the 'bad' me it'll just trap her in my mind? Hmmm..interesting..))
(Yes. :P)
((No idea what effect that has on normal me...hmm..I'll ave to think about that. Sometime))
**have
(Well I presume just headaches every time you activate the sigil)
((I'm just wondering whether it would knock me out too..right let's think here. When I tapped the sigil before it let the 'bad' me out, she being more ruthless and dominating, overtook control from 'good' me. Good me wasn't really present at this point. Depending on why this is (the sigil suppressed good or the bad suppresses good) depends on what would happen..I'll agree with you. Violent headaches for an hour or so))
*Pops up out of a shadow*
Hullo Silente and annoying voice with the funny illusions.
Hullo Blake. For once yo didn't greet me with an insult. That's new..and slightly worrying..
I HAVE RETURNED! *lightening strikes in the distance*
Ugly.
That better?
HELLO HOBBIT LORD!
HULLO GOOD SIR TRIP, HOW ART THOU ON THIS FINE EVENING?
*Lightning strikes once more*
Much Blake. Much.
*nods*
On a completely and utterly unrelated topic that is a complete coincidence my tablet just announced its dying and so I will now depart!
So long Hobbit Lord
Fare-thee-well The Deciever
Good bye Uglysaurous
See y'all real soon darlings!
I'M FINE THANK YOU! HOW ARE YOU?
*Carves a tree to look like Silente using shadow blades*
*Regards his work with admiration*
*Blasts its head off*
GOODBYE SILLY.
VERY GOOD MY OLD FRIEND, THANK YOU FOR ASKING!
*ghostly voice from no where*
I SAW THAT MISTER! STOP HURTING TREES! IF YOU WANT TO BEAT SOMETHING UP THAT LOOKS LIKE ME JUST ASK GOD DAMN IT!
*thousands of stuffed Silente's appear in front of Blake*
GOOD! WOULD YOU LIKE SOME TEA?
*Happily smashes them to bits*
*more replace the smashed ones*
*again and again*
*a never ending stream of them*
*that can only be stopped by Blake admitting he's an uglyosaurous*
WHY YES, THAT SEEMS LIKE A LOVELY IDEA.
*Continues to joyfully blast the dolls to smithereens*
((Btw I'm not kidding, more and more will appear. It won't end until you shout out loud that your an uglyosaurous. They can move after you as well. Word of warning..))
SPIFFING! *POURS THE TEA FROM A FLOWERY TEA POT INTO TWO PIDDLY LITTLE FLOWERY CUPS, AND SITS BACK IN HIS ARMCHAIR SIPPING IT*
*QUAINTLY SIPS HIS TEA AND LEANS BACK IN HIS ARMCHAIR*
QUITE, I DARESAY.
INDUBITABLY.
INFRUBIDUBIDIBLY
I DARESAY MY GOOD MAN, THAT IS NOT A WORD.
*DAINTILY SIPS TEA*
WHY HOW TERRIBLY OBSERVANT OF YOU MY GOOD SIR. SUPPOSE WE COULD MAKE IT A WORD?
*STICKS A PINKY UP AS HIS TAKES A SIP OF TEA*
Twip
-and others, of course-
Twip
WHY HELLOOOOOOOOOOOO THERE ADRA, CARE TO JOIN US FOR SOME TEA?
*DAINTILY TAKES A SIP*
*Tentatively takes herself some tea, sipping it daintily* thank you, sir.
OF COURSE MADAME.
*FINISHES HIS CUP AND GENTLY PLACES IT DOWN*
YES, DO JOIN US. THERE IS NORE THAN ENOUGH TEA TO GO AROUND, AND ALWAYS ANCONVENIENTLY PLACED ARMCHAIR.
WOULD YOU LIKE SOME MORE, FRIEND?
I DO BELIVE I AM DONE FOR THE EVENING, THOUGH I FEAR THE BITISH ACCENT MAY WARE OFF SOON I SHALL CONVERSE WITH YOU A WHILE LONGER...
QUITE.
Neither of you are winning the "Most Proper" on the Ba, if that was what you were going for.
Though, the courtesy is much obliged.
*Sips at her tea*
Bitish
Heh
I WAS UNAWARE OF SUCH AN AWARD AND WOULD NEVER EXPECT A FIGHTER SUCH AS MYSELF TO WIN IT ANYWAYS.
((BRITISH*))
Too true, Mr. Soul. Too true.
HOW DARE YOU, MADAME. SUGGEST I HAVE AN ULTERIOR MOTIVE! I SAY, MOST IMPROPER. NOT TO MENTION RUDE. YES, RUDE. *points at her* RUDEY, RUDEY!
*She pours her tea down Trip's shirt*
Speaking of which, the infinitely appearing Silente dolls are only good for target practice.
*Shouts* I am an uglyosaurous!
*The dolls stop appearing*
*Blasts the last few to dust*
Anyone up for a good old fashion beat down?
ABSOLUTELY! AND I DHALL BEGIN WITH THIS IMPROPER MINX! *STANDS, POINTING AT ADRASDOS*
B- but I wanted to fight...
*Looks rather let down*
*Flicks his nose* Minx? I daresay, Mr Castalan, I could easily beat your bosom any fair day of the week.
Oh! I know how to make this fun!
Both of you come at me at once.
Madame! I challenge you to pistols at dawn!
Never, Mr Soul!
*She nods to Mr Castalan* Very well, my dear. So it shall be.
Wasn't a question.
*Fires large spikes of darkness at both Adra and Trip, large bars growing out of them*
Eep! *Ducks behind Trip* Magic is your forté, Trip.
Come on now, no hiding.
*Shadows behind the rise up and form an exact replica of Blake which draws a sword of shadow from thin air and attacks, slashing downwards at Adra*
((Them*))
Good Sir- *energy coats his hand as he bats the spike from the air* -I am trying to have a duel. *using his other hand he launches a beam of soul energy at Blake*
*She darts out of the way, rolling* Nu, sir! I don't want to be slashed!
*spins round Adra, parrying shadow-Blake's strike with his own blade*
*Casualy steps to the side and takes off his hoodie in one smooth motion*
*Holds a hand out behind him and sweeps it forward, the beam follows the motion and arcs around back at Trip.*
*She raises the earth do that it intercepts the beam* Nu!!
*dissipates the energy before it touches him, lunges at shadow-Blake's chest*
Good sir, please. I wish to duel with the young lady.
Hmph.
*Thrusts a hand at Adra, his magic smashing into her soul at the shoulder*
*She goes tumbling back, dazed* Ow.
*The shadow parries and slashes at Trips legs*
((So I'm still not sure how to stay away from 100% God modding with soul magic, because it lets me hit and grab souls with no way to counter unless you're Trip :L))
( that's alright- as long as you don't kill, please.)
*She shakes her head out* Geez, Blake
((You have to balance soul magic with character weakness mostly. Trip for instance, is REALLY messed up by channelling. It's a sense of 'power has a price'.))
HEY! *sends a full force blow into Blake's soul while jumping over shadow-Blake's sword. While in the air he swings at it's head*
((Course not))
*Flicks a hand upwards and Adra soars into the air*
*Looks up after her*
Huh, you think I overdid it Trip?
Um...
How did you do that?
*His eyes widen as the attack hits him and he goes tumbling back*
*Skids to a halt some ten feet away*
*Lays there for a moment before leaping to his feet and sending blow after blow to Trip's soul*
((Wait was that a hit directly to my soul? Cause I thought you could only manifest it and fire it as a beam .-.))
Ay
Let me down
I'm afraid of falling
Oh if you insist Adra.
*Holds his arm straight up at Adra and brings it down in a large arc*
*Adra's body follows it down and crashes into the earth*
*Her scream is brief, but piercing, and she breaks against the ground*
*It was too sudden for her to turn the impact energy away from her, but she managed to convert enough to prevent her from dying*
*She doesn't move, laying in agony*
Yeah I overdid it....
*Walks over to his hoodie and puts it on in a practiced motion*
*Sinks into his shadow as the soul magic fades and his necromancy returns. He climbs out of the darkness near Adra and kneels next to her*
Hey, you gonna live?
Yes, how do you manage to control a soul on the soul plane but then cause non energy-based effects on the physical on?
Also, I can manifest energy in almost any form.
*hugs Kallie* Tweet?
-
*Groans* You son of a bitch... I don't think I can move.
The soul is linked to the body, where one goes the other follows. The attack I used earlier on to hit Adra's shoulder was another usage of that, think of it as a brief and forceful push more than an actual strike. If that;s what you were referring too, of course.
And I can see on the soul plane and can attack and defend on that too.
Hence you're the only one who can counter that magic.
Well, my energy is simple proof that is false. But I'm a special case.
But, you see, for me a soul is an immovable object unless you move the body. The soul can't actually be moved by other influences. So what do you do when you move someone?
Yeah sorry about that Adra, wasn't my intention to break anyone.
Not sure any of us here can heal...
No, none except me. Too bad I a.) can't move, b.) don't trust you two around my medical equipment.
No, it's fine- it's fine. I'll just lay here and die. That's probably safer.
I was under the impression none of us would be dying in this fight. You'll be okay... I think.
*She glares at Blake, and lays there*
Blake? When you move someone, what do you do?
I take hold of their soul and use it as an anchor. Since I can manipulate souls I simply link it to their physical body with what you might call... er... hooks I suppose and move it around.
Interesting... *his eyes glaze over* move that rabbit over there. *points to the rabbit*
*He lets his hoodie drop to the ground and gently lifts a hand. The rabbit raises a foot above the ground and begin to panic, struggling uselessly in the air*
Hmmmmmm.
Now do the projectile trick you did with Adra, where you attack her soul from afar.
If you people heal her..Let her die
*pokes a finger at the rabbit, no physical response is seen other than it moving back an inch or two*
Hm. And I'm assuming you can only see the physical plane?
Can someone explain whats going on?
Yeah, that's why I wasn't able to see Dimitri as being soulless when I fought him. It was only after a few tries with it that I figured it out.
We're screwing around with my soul magic Zaf
*She's suddenly hungry for rabbit* *Is curious as to what the two are saying*
Dimitri :,
Like the fox
Are you doing this to fix Adra or kill her? I prefer kill, but we'd hve to burn the body so Alastair can't revive her
We're just trying to figure out exactly how it works... killing Adra isn't a part of it. As a matter of the fact I have no intention of having her die right now.
Thanks, Blake
Neither. I'm learning about Blake's magic.
Well, I'd liken it very much to visible telekenisis on the soul plane. I can't draw an exact parralel, because the soul plane does not look the same as the physical one does, but imagine lines made of solid air moving things, and that's how it works.
Aww but killing her solves the problem!
Makes sense Trip, if you recall from one of two of our battles if I put enough energy into it those strings you were talking about start to become slightly visible.
((Brb, dinner))
*Lifts up her head* Trip, your magic is confusing.
Hey, you're amazing and perfect. Each and every one of you. [hugs]
[not here]
*hugs Fabu and Kallie*
*In the distance, there is a-rumbling*
*A-booming*
*And a...counting?*
*Not, not accounting, that would be ridiculous, though it is a safe bet that somewhere in the world someone is accounting, a counting, you silly person, you*
Horsiesssss
Like my horse Shammy at the barn
She's amazing :)
*The counting grows louder*
*And the rumbling and booming, but mostly the counting*
TWELVE-THOUSAND-FIFTY-EIGHT...
TWELVE-THOUSAND-FIFTY-NINE...
TWELVE-THOUSAND-SIXTY...
*A pillar of smoke and dust builds up on the edge of Blogland as the counter approaches*
*No, not the kind of counter you're thinking of, you can't really store a drink or something on this one*
I'm doing homework and studying. English exam in two days :/
I shouldn't be here, but the boys were RPing and it was interesting :)
-
Shammy is my baby boo. She's blind in her left eye, and she has brown hair... I like to braid her tail and her mane. We work well together :)
*The count continues*
*No, not like the royalty Count*
*Gosh darn it how many count puns are you going to make*
I see her every Saturday :)
*So anyways, the count keeps getting up to more and more ridiculous numbers*
*Really, at this point, you should probably disregard it, numbers that high don't count-
No. No.
???, this is an intervention. Your count puns are getting in the way of mysterious plot thingie that may or may not happen.
You have a problem. We want to help you fix it. But if you refuse to listen to us, and just keep making count puns, you'll never actually get this thing started*
*Okay*
*Good?*
*Good*
*Good*
*But really, you shouldn't worry so much on my account*
*I give up*
*Watching "???", by the way :)
*hugs Kallie*
-
*Wiggles a little so that she's rolling, and rolls downhill to the river bank, laying there near the water*
*Rolls into the water, floating, still unable to move*
THREE HUNDRED SEVENTY NINE BILLION FOUR HUNDRED FORTY EIGHT MILLION TWO HUNDRED SIXTY ONE THOUSAND SEVEN HUNDRED TWELVE AND A HALF!
THREE HUNDRED SEVENTY NINE BILLION FOUR HUNDRED FORTY EIGHT MILLION TWO HUNDRED SIXTY ONE THOUSAND SEVEN HUNDRED TWELVE AND THREE QUARTERS!
*The enormous column of dust and smoke gets closer and closer to Blogland, and a silhouette soon becomes visible*
*It appears to be a... No, that's ridiculous. Please don't tell me you're going through with this plot*
*Ugh. Fine. It's...*
*A large man on a motorbike...*
*Are you SURE about this?*
*Bleh. He's riding a motorbike... Doing a wheelie....*
*Lifting weights*
*The man*
*Sigh*
*Yes, the man on the motorbike lifting weights*
*Don't make me refer to the fact that he's doing that again, ???*
*So he finally approaches the center of Blogland*
*The motorbike skids to a stop, just as he shouts*
NEGATIVE INFINITY!
*He tosses the weight, and a nearby store collapses as the barbell slams into it*
*He slides out of the bike*
*He's very tall*
*Very muscular*
*He has the kind of mustache that most circus strongmen would kill, and do kill*, for*
*Most of the intimidation factor is reduced by the fact that he's wearing spandex with bright red flames all over it*
*Then he grins...*
*At nobody*
*There is literally nobody there*
*Even the tumbleweeds have decided that the atmosphere is a bit depressing, so they went on vacation*
*Naturally being juuust a bit angry, he grabs his barbell from the ruins of what was previously an insurance salesplace*
*The man realizes that there isn't even anyone around to bludgeon to death with his barbell*
*There's something to be said for SUBTLE entrances, people*
*He stomps about a bit, huffing, and then crosses his large arms*
*For those of you who are not in the know, the mustaches of circus strongmen are actually parasites that feed on their testosterone. Strongmen will engage other strongmen in combat, at the behest of these creatures, and the one who wins gets to absorb the testosterone of the other, and adds the loser's mustache in his own. Nature is truly astonishing.
xD
*Thank you, David Attenborough*
*Now, back to our regularly scheduled programming*
*The main square of Blogland is...*
*Well, not in ruins, per se, because many of the grocery stores, butcheries, and, weirdly enough, museums and movie theaters are still standing*
*The rest of the stores, however, look as if a VERY large child just had a VERY large temper-tantrum*
*So yeah, the motorbike man just sort of wrecked the place*
*Not that such a thing would stop the ingenious store owners of Blogland from selling their wares*
*People, they have to deal with your Blogfights almost every day, they'll probably just sell the rubble like a piece out of the Berlin Wall, maybe they'll mark them with permanent markers, "BLAKE V CHIONE 14/5/2014*
*Of course, they aren't here to do so, simply because it seems that everyone has decided to go on vacation*
*Then again, I did hear that the Bahamas are lovely this time of year....*
They're lovely all the time, as a matter of fact, ???
I'd ask what the heck I just read but I'm not sure anyone really knows...
*Probably*
*Except during hurricanes, maybe*
*Maybe*
*We're getting off track, here!*
*Wait, there was a track?*
*Oh right, psycho on a bike*
*...*
*So, looks like he's going at it with a statue*
*Of course, the fight is a bit off, because the statue is fighting bac- Oooooh! That's gotta hurt!*
*The statue just landed a huge right hook on the psycho's chin!*
*But wait, the psycho has spun the statue around, and has it by the back! He's grabbed it with an underarm grip!*
*But NO! The statue just planted an elbow in the psycho's stomach! The grip is gone! Is this the psycho's last breath?*
*NO! He's back on his feet! He's ducking- weaving- diving! Just look at him go! A master of guile! The epitome of grace! A lord of the dance! This, ladies and gentlemen, is what you go to the boxing ring to se- OHHHHHH!*
*Did you see that, ladies and gentlemen!? He just ripped off one of the statue's arms and is beating it to death with it! But wait, look! He just hit the statue under the belt! Boo, BOO I SAY! NOTHING BELOW THE BELT! REF, GET HIM OUT OF TH-*
*Ahem*
*Sorry.*
*I got carried away.*
*Anyways, the psycho beats the statue to rubble*
HIA
xD
.....
Wat?
*And...*
*Erm.*
*Now he's eating the rubble*
*Seems to be enjoying it*
*... Let's fast-forward, shall we?*
*Oh, here's a good moment!*
*The psycho is... Wait, no, this is later on, right now he's just pettily kicking some trash cans out into the street*
*Ugh, some people. So rude*
*Right, rewinding...*
Sorry, I need to go study. Bye!
Bye Adra
*Oh, here we go*
*The ground next to the psycho being to rumble, grumble...*
*Not count, though. That'd be silly*
*And an entirely plain man, wearing a plain suit, a plain watch, with plain shoes*
*Almost everything about him seems to be plain, except for the dark sunglasses he wears*
*They don't reflect light, instead, they simply seem like long, deep tunnels which have never been graced by the sun*
*Dude be intense*
*Anyways, he pushes his sunglasses up his nose, and speaks...*
...
Where is everyone?
*The psycho shrugs*
WHY SHOULD I KNOW!? I'M JUST HERE TO HIT PEOPLE.
*The man with the sunglasses sighs*
... Please tell me you didn't do The Thing.
*The psycho grows defensive*
WHAT THING?
You know the thing.
WHAT ARE YOU- OH! OH! I WOULD /NEVER/! I AM OFFENDED THAT YOU WOULD EVEN INSINU-
So you did the thing, and everyone knew that we were coming.
... YEAH. BUT IT'S AMAZING! YOU SHOULD SEE THE EFFECT IT HAS!
The thing has worked once. Once! And that was because we were approaching a home for the deaf!
BUT THE LOOK ON THEIR FACES, OOOOH!
*You can't see the man with the sunglasses's eyes, but one gets the distinct feeling that he's glaring at the psycho*
*The man with the sunglasses crosses his arms*
Well, since you've ruined this expedition by letting everyone in a several kilometer radius know that we're here... We'll leave, for now. And I will come back, ALONE, and find out who is doing you-know-what.
*The psycho frowns*
YOU-KNOW-WHAT? WHAT?
You know, you-know-what.
I-KNOW-WHAT? WHAT? YOU-KNOW-WHAT?
...
SERIOUSLY THOUGH, WHAT?
I am leaving, before this turns into an Abbot and Costello sketch.
AH, BUT YOU SEE, ABBOT AND COSTELLO SKETCHES MOST RELIED ON A MISUNDERSTANDING OR MISINTERPRETATION OF THE OTHER'S WORDS.
IN THIS CASE, I'VE GOT NO BLOODY IDEA OF WHAT YOU'RE SAYING.
*The ground cracks under his feet, and opens, plunging the man with the sunglasses into darkness*
*The psycho pouts, and idly scratches his head with the statue arm that he's been toting around*
...
WHAT NOW?
i--
oh.
*So I guess that's over, they buggered off.*
*...*
*So, what now?*
*I don't have much else to do*
*I just sit here and describe the actions of people*
*It gets kind of lonely, sometimes, just me and my asterisks*
*Hey, I spelled asterisks right! That's nice, I usually don't do that..*
*Google really is a lifeline, in my work*
*...*
*Hello? Is anyone there?*
*I don't know if people can hear me*
*Asterisks are notoriously sound-proof*
*Maybe... Maybe I'm alone*
*Now that I get to thinking, what really am I?*
*I'm a person... Right? I'm not just some program, idly saying what people do*
*Right?*
*...*
*I really just want to find someone and describe their actions...*
*wakes up, and feels something in my arm* What..?
Jekyll: It seems you did come around finally, Grand Mage.
*looks confused* How...?
Jekyll: Don't move, I don't want your wounds to reopen.
I don't remember coming here, what happened?
Jekyll: Aro brought you over, and I fixed you. I should warn you that Agony poisoned you. I used an antidote but you reacted to that. I want to keep you a few days to clear your system of the poison and antidote.
I- I have so much to do...
Jekyll: Aro is bringing you what you need, calm down. *fixes the bandages on her arms* I normally would release you once these healed but I rather be safe.
I understand. *closes eyes* My side does hurt...
Jekyll: You'll hurt. Its okay.
*sighs, just as Ravel comes in*
Ravel: Good you're awake!
*smiles as he speaks*
Ravel: *goes over to* How do you feel?
Tired, a bit worn.
Ravel: I thought so
*sighs* I don't feel anything.
Ravel: I hope not....*takes hand*
Don't fret. I'm not going to freak out. I'm fine.
Ravel: Aro explained it all. I really wish I could have been there to help. *looks furious*
You know I did all I could manage. I got it down to six, is that not better then 23? I'm sorry.
Ravel: I am mad at myself for getting myself into the punishment.
You did what was needed! We all did, I mean come on, I was fond of Bisahalani, did you really think I wanted to do what I did?
Ravel: I killed my two friends, I am lucky I am even alive.
I would have revived you.
Ravel: *smiles sadly* You are very stubborn, rest now Zafira.
I'll-
Ravel: *gives her a look*
*closes eyes*
Ravel: *sits with her*
Jekyll: Ravel, go. She won't wake for a few hours.
Ravel: How many?
Jekyll: Come back by sunset.
Ravel: Thank you. *goes back to the treehouse*
Aro: How is she?
Ravel: Asleep. She's reacting-
Aro: I know. I overheard.
Alexis: Olivia is playing and Christopher is asleep
Ravel: I can handle them, go out.
Alexis: Thanks! *goes with Aro*
Aro: Agony is out there.
Agony: Or am I behind you, Sense-Warden?
Alexis: *draws knife and has it lodged in his stonach* You were saying?
Agony: *grabs Alexis*
Alexis: *lets out a shriek*
Ravel: *comes down, and slams a wall of air into Agony* Get off of her!
Alexis: *already has another knife*
Aro: Keep away. Alexis and I can arrest you, we both have the power to.
Agony: I would not try. *pulls knife out and tosses it at Alexis* I am not here- *falters*
Aro: *quietly* Edmund is regaining control.
Edmund: *eyes widen* I'm free....
Ravel: Who are you?
Edmund: Edmund. Oh my god...you're a Dead Man.
It go let
Go it let
One I with am sky the wind and
It go let
Go it let
Never cry see you'll me
Stand here I
Day in light of the
Storm let on rage
Anyway bothered cold the me never
Is anything here? At all?
Depends on whether or not you accept the limits of reality.
I hardly accept anything Fabi, that's why I have the magical ability to almost never truly die. But shhh! That's a secret! ;)
Secret...
Yes.
*nods*
Secret. Shhh..
How are you?
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