Wow.
Um, hi.
So... Silas is busy right now. He's just, like, got stuff to do. He told me to give you guys the next few questions. So, like, here I am, to...
Sorry. I'm sorry. I guess I'm kinda nervous. All you folks paying attention to what I've got to say. Heh. I've never been famous before. I've only killed, like, four people. My ultimate aim is to kill 85 people, because then my bodycount will be in the 80s, which is, like, my favourite year for movies.
Silas wanted me to give you these clues all relating to serial killer movies, but I don't like them. I know, technically, I am one, and obviously I'm one of Silas's followers, but... but those movies scare me. So I've changed it, a little, and now all these clues are from 80's movies. Yay! So, uh, I'll begin before Silas comes back and figures out what I'm doing.
First of all, I want you to figure out how many letters in the thing that Goonies never say. Then I want you to multiply that by the year Marty McFly travels back to.
Got that? Good.
Now divide that by the number of letters in the place E.T. assured Elliott he will be.
"Elliottttt..." man, that movie made me cry.
Anyway, once you've done that, subtract the number of candles that Molly Ringwald had to deal with. With me so far? Keep that total.
Now get the difference between the year that we watched Darth Vader tell Luke the truth about his lineage, and the year the Lost Boys slept all day and partied all night. Divide that difference into your total, which brings you to a new total.
Clear? Good.
Now you're gonna have to multiply something. First number is the amount of Ghostbusters there were before they started hiring. The second number... heh. The new Star Trek film has an actor playing Khan with a ridiculously long name. But how many letters in the name of the actor who ORIGINALLY played him? When you have it, multiply those two numbers, and subtract from your total.
Now I want you to find out how many Krptonian criminals turned up to face Christopher Reeve's Superman, how many rules you have to obey if you want to own a Mogwai, and how many times you must say Beetlejuice's name if you want him to appear. Then multiply all those together, and subtract from your total once more.
Oh this is FUN.
How many letters in the missing word: "Bueller? Bueller? ____?"
Subtract it from your total.
How much time has passed for Indiana Jones between Temple of Doom and the Last Crusade? Add this number to what Daryl Hannah was in Splash, and subtract from your total.
And what you get, is the next number.
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«Oldest ‹Older 3201 – 3400 of 4578 Newer› Newest»@Clara: I have no dark secrets...
No.
*He tosses his sword into the air as his palm begins to glow. He thrusts it at Silente's forehead, the image of a cross becoming visible in the glow of his hand*
*scowls darkly*
We all have our secrets, Vivanus. Our guilts, our regrets, our sob stories.
*the energy snaps violently between my hands*
*stumbles backwards, the cross symbol itself might do nothing but she has no doubt that the glowing thing in Blake's hand would*
LET ME GO! PLEASE! CHI!
*kicks Blake's kneecap*
Stop.
Sil, why did you do it?
(@Adra: Oh, well that's good to hear. :)
And, *nods* That'd be handy. It's always useful when classes overlap like that, too, because your knowledge is better supported and such. :)
*hugs back* It hasn't all been bad, here. I started my day with a sort of wake-up sketch, because I enjoyed that yesterday; and then I read some particularly awful jokes/puns. THat was fun. :P
*hugs Adra* :(
On a unrelated note, I have been going my entire life believing that Aberdeen was in Wales. I only realized today that this is actually not the case, and I don't quite know how to feel about that.)
@Clara: Ah, but they aren't dark, and I have very few secrets.
My author has always held the position that secrets were more of a gray-ish color. After all, the situations that we place ourselves in are seldom black-or-white.
Good morning, afternoon, evening, or other time of day, Blogland.
Currently, my author feels like a veritable smörgåsbord of tireds, however, they will do their best to reply in a timely manner.
*He spins with the kick, dropping to one knee and thrusting his glowing palm into Viv's gut. The original hit does no more than the average punch, but the following shockwave blasts back everything in a five meter area ahead of Blake*
(I already knew that Aberdeen was in Scotland, because I happen to know that that's where Scotty from Star Trek was from.
. . .
. . . That's the nerdiest reason to know where Aberdeen is, I just realized.)
((Sir!!!!! *tacklehugs*))
(SIR! *TACKLEHUGS* I MISSED YOU!)
(Hullo sir, it's been quite a while.)
(Sir, I hope that you feel better soon. As much of Blogland knows, I have been in a rut of exhaustion and depression lately, and I've only just recently begun climbing my way back.)
*wants to pick the twins up, but leaves them sleeping instead*
*spins into the air but throws a knife into Blake's arm as he goes*
*hits the ground, hard*
Ugh....can't we talk this through?
Well then, Vivanus, perhaps you are the most fortunate of all of us. There must always be the richest man in the poor house, so they say.
*continues to quietly watch Blake and Silente*
*grabs the chains in her hand and starts pulling the links apart*
*she needs to get to Chi*
*now*
((*Refrains from tacklehugging Sir...not to difficult actually*))
[5]-[1]-[27] [49]-[29]-[41] [33]-[9]-[9] [25]-[9]?
...
[1]-[25] [13] [27]-[29]-[31] [17]-[29]-[29]-[7] [9]-[27]-[29]-[41]-17]-[15] [31]-[29] [3]-[9] [33]-[9]-[9]-[27]? I would understand if that were the case...
hmm...
*He catches the knife, filling it with power before tossing it at Silente's hand*
I attempted to let her, and she decided lying was the best choice.
*He yanks on the chain, whipping it around to encircle Viv as well*
Ok I lied, they are dark....dark blood red... Just not black and shadowy.
Oh, Sir my dear friend... *hugs tightly*
/Not here/
Sir, I just wanted to say thank you for being an interesting person.
I had other stuff I wanted to say, too, but I'm not sure how to word it.
*screams as it pierces her hand and drops the chains*
*yanks it out and hurls it at a nearby tree*
*goes back to pulling the chains apart*
*goes outside their house and flies to the roof where she makes multiple statues of Silente*
*makes a bow and arrow*
*shoots each one in the head, in between the eyes*
*got lessons from Apollo before she left Olympus*
*tilts head thoughtfully*
Most of my secrets are dark . . . though many of them are gray as well. There are a few dark red ones, and one that has sequins.
Secrets are rather beautiful, if color-coordinated. In that way, I suppose they're like curtains.
*spins with the chains, providing no tension so that they fall to the ground*
Please Blake don't fight for once.
Tell Blake not to fight? Well then, tell a fish not to swim, or Oedipus not to sleep with his mother.
. . . Perhaps I could've picked a better metaphor.
Go sit by Clara if you don't want to fight, Viv. Silente could have brought harm to my family, so I'm not going to stop.
*He catches his sword as it comes down and rockets at Silente, the tip of his blade aimed for her shoulder*
*raises eyebrow*
I feel I should be insulted by that.
Oh gracious..
*Continues to cuddle Sir, kissing his hair and rocking him gently*
Did she bring harm?
Did she actually do anything?
Calm down or I'll call Jag.
*looks up and takes the sword, not bothering to dodge anymore*
*screams as it pierces and drops to her knees*
*shudders*
*doesn't look at Adra*
*focuses on Blake's bloodthirsty rampage*
*runs over to Sil*
Sil? Why did you do it?
*in no time all of the statues are laying in pieces over her roof*
:/
(*laughs* :P Hey, Dragona!
@Annika: *laughs* *grins* I'd call that the BEST reason to know where Aberdeen is.
But I may be biased in that. My feelings have been 99.3% original series Star Trek this summer. :P
Sir! It's good to see you - I hope your author and yourself are both doing well. :)
*hugs Adra, because I don't understand bracketed numbers, but I do know how to virtually hug?* )
Sorry.. I'll... I'll just go, then.
*He twists his sword in her shoulder*
Instead of your once chance at surrender I'll give you one chance to explain.
*The blade slowly inches deeper*
Do so quickly.
(Change of RP character.)
*drops from the sky into Blogland, making a large crater*
. . . No, Adra. I'm sorry.
I meant nothing by it.
*doesn't reply to Viv*
*only two thought are pounding through her head, and they drown out all and any noise*
*what have i done*
*You are not my sister and you are not their aunt*
*not my sister*
*sister*
*sister*
*chi..*
(Hey Raisin! How are you?)
*his hand moves to his upper arm*
*there is a sigil there*
Blake, I'm warning you.
Greetings, Ms. Asahina, Ms. Tempest, Mr. Soul, Ms. Crowley, Mr. Keen, Ms. Dark, Ms. Cryptic, and Mr. Pine.
Likewise, Ms. Asahina and Tempest.
Indeed, Mr. Soul. However, despite the time elapsed, I see that you have not changed entirely.
Thank you for the kind words, Ms. Crowley. I sincerely hope that you feel more enthusiastic in the future, losing a bright personality like your own would be a tragic event.
A wise choice, Mr. Keen, given that there are several other people on my person, already.
... Thank you, Ms. Dark.
Ms. Cryptic, I am hardly what one would call "interesting". A loose amount of stock phrases, bound together by some long-passed events of a more exciting time. Still, I appreciate the sentiment, and thank you.
Not entirely, Ms. DeMars, but that is the unfortunate truth, these days. I trust that you, at least, feel well?
*looks from Blake to Vivanus*
*wonders which side I'm on*
*her face twists with the blade, agony claiming her features*
*chi chi chi chi chi*
(Hey Sir! How are you?)
(@Sir: As Annika so eloquently put, you may as well tell a fish to stop swimming.)
(@Blake: I'm glad you choose that metaphor)
(@Vivanus and Blake: My metaphors are best when mixed. They're like trail mix.)
(*still hugging Sir* I hope you're feeling better. And if not i hope you do soon.)
As I said, Mr. Pine, a veritable smörgåsbord of tireds. Thank you for your inquiry.
*sees the situation*
*walks towards it, and says in a slightly synthesised voice*
What is happening here?
Not going to answer? Very well.
*His sword begins to glow, faintly at first, then to the point of blinding everyone in the clearing. The power forces it's way from the sword into Silente, filling her veins with burning (to a vampire) energy as though the sun made a new home in her*
*lays on her roof and stares at the heavens*
(You're welcome, Sir. :P)
*pats the grass beside me*
Come, sit down, and let us enjoy the theatre of conflict. Today's show: Blake vs Vivanus vs Silente. Are you ready to rumble?
I'm alright, thanks, Dragona. Trying to force myself to think about what I'll be studying next year, but I basically keep forcing myself into further indecision instead. :P How're you?
@Sir: Then I hope you have positive things there to hold onto, and that things improve very soon.
*nods* Generally speaking, yes. :) )
*screams an agonised cry at the burning and clutches the sword in her shoulder, trying to pull it out*
*her breaths shudder*
*tears flood her eyes as sobs choke her*
(I'm fine, thank you. :) )
*looks at Annika*
I am ready to fight. I wish to stop the situation.
I still have the tea bags that I packed for our little "adventure." Would anyone care for some tea?
*pats Dragona on shoulder*
As The Professor says:
There isn't any war
When the clock strikes four
Everything stops for tea
So have some tea before you challenge those gentlemen, eh?
*eyes glow red*
Yes, Lady Artemis.
*gets up and thunders towards the clearing but stops a mile away and approaches slowly, holding her silver bow that shoots an infinite number of arrows*
Exorcizamus!
*The light pulses then fades, Blake removes his sword from Silente's shoulder*
You are a vampire no longer.
*He turns and walks away, back towards his home and his family*
*rips the sword out of Blake's hand*
*tosses it to the side*
*lashes out with a kick to his soft spot*
*slouches forwards, feeling cold but not cold enough*
*feeling weak as the weight of her daggers drag her down as they never have before*
*feels sluggish and slow and clumsy*
*and is sobbing*
*Stumbles back but maintains his balance*
Vivanus, are you sure that's a good idea?
(My character isn't Dragona atm. It's Cabader. :P)
I do not drink. There is no where for the drink to go.
*fire builds up beneath his gloves and boots and he lifts into the air, and lands in front of Blake*
*blades slide from his wrists*
*climbs a tree like an animal and sees people in the clearing* *jumps from tree to tree, her bow on her back, seeking blood.*
*looks a little sad*
Oh . . . I see. Alright.
*mutters* There's no hot water, anyway . . .
*quietly observes the situation*
Midgardians.
*lifts her head, shaking*
Chi..
*stumbles up before tumbling back down, the weight of her daggers too much*
*screams an anguished cry and rips the daggers free from their sheaths, dropping them all to the ground, not caring*
*gets back up and runs for where Chi is*
You hurt her, I hurt you. Now we're equal so run away before Jag arrives.
*runs over to Sil*
Running is not my style.
*Turns to Cabader*
And who are you?
*He holds a hand out to his blade, it flashes with light and appears in his hand. With a quick movement he sheaths the blade*
*falls on back*
*gazes up at the sky*
It seems I'm largely useless for all practical purposes.
*wonders how much of my value is, in fact, my Hotel*
*grows uncomfortable with the thought*
*turns mind to other matters*
*like what would happen if Blake were to go the way of Alistair*
*doesn't like that thought either*
*jumps, a jump that should've sent her to the top of the tree but she doesn't even reach the first branch*
CHI!
I am Cabader.
I hope you understand that your blade is useless against me.
*a machine gun slides out from his forearm*
Why did you stab that girl?
*crouches quietly on a branch, eyes glowing a brighter red now that she sees her pray*
*takes off her bow, seeing Silente and Vivanus*
*aims an arrow at Viv's head and shoots*
*aims for Silente's chest and shoots*
((*reads through a list of medical schools' entry requirements*
*over and over and over*
WHY CAN'T THEY ALL JUST ACCEPT THE SAME DARN SUBJECTS? *aggressively throws immaterial objects* D: ))
(@Dragona: I keep misreading your character's name as 'Cheddar'..? :P
@Annika: If I existed in the RP-ing world, I would certainly stop for tea with you.
Even without hot water. :P )
(Cheddar, Raisin? :P Cabader. :P)
(Taia, I take such a statement as an oath of unending friendship.
*solemnly boops Taia on the nose*
Friends.)
She harmed my family, my friends, and my self. In that order of importance.
*He stands up straight, not liking the idea of a gun that size pointed at him but not overly worried by it either*
*looks up and sees the arrow*
*tries to move but shes slower now, too slow, and the arrow thinks home into her chest*
*falls backwards, staring at the arrow in shock and disbelief*
[hugs Sir] I'm sorry you feel that way. I still think you're interesting, and I wish you and your author the best of luck.
To anyone who would like to know: I updated Guess the Bloglandian.
To anyone who wouldn't like to know: Nothing's happening! Really!
And by stabbing her, what makes you better than her?
(**thunks)
Absolutely nothing. It was an act of cold vengeance which I do not regret.
*Walks past Cabader, on his way home once more*
*her hands move to the arrow, shaking, and she stares at the warm red spreading over her chest*
*lies on the cold, hard ground*
*counting secrets*
*loses count*
*jumps a few trees closer and sees a thing standing in front of blake, pointing a gun at him*
*it looks big so judges how many arrows it would take to go through it's armour*
*aims at it's helmet and shoots 30 arrows at the same time*
(@Dragona: I know, but- :P
@Annika: *is booped*
*bows solemnly*
Friends.
@Fabi: Will take a look later, because I'll have to go in a moment. :)
xD
*his knife flashes, slicing the arrow in two*
*grimaces*
*sees Sil crumple*
SIL!!
*blurs to her side*
*sits up*
*watchs Vivanus, crouching by Silente's side*
. . .
*swallows grimly*
*applies pressure to the wound, stemming the river of blood*
You will regret it.
*the blades slide back into his wrists and the machine gun whirs into his forearm*
Clara!
Help me!
*shakes*
*staring at the arrow still*
I...
*her body feels heavy and cold*
Chi...
*tears stream from her eyes*
*closes her eyes, breaths shuddering*
. . .
*nods*
*crouches next to Silente and Vivanus*
Do we have anything to staunch the bleeding?
*the arrows bounce off his helmet and leathers*
*his blades and machine gun slide back out* *fires the machine gun at Chione*
(... *That bow was supposed to be more sincere than solemn, actually.
:P ^^
I'm gonna go get food, but I'll probably be back soon.
*hugs people who take hugs*
Bye, all!)
(I dedicate this page to skittles.
And to everyone being in good health/feeling well.)
*With a blinding flash he appears in front of Chi with his shield raised. The bullets that should blow a metal shield apart bounce off, flying away at random angels*
*swallows and trembles*
Cold..
*opens her eyes and looks up at Clara and Viv*
Chi...
*can't move his hands*
This is going to be weird but take off my shirt. We'll use it as a bandage.
Also tap the sigils on my right and left arms.
(@Blake: oh the poor angels!!!)
(*Shreiks when se remembers that she had just fallen asleep*
Loki...?)
*eyes widen*
Er . . .
*looks at Vivanus*
*cheeks turn pink*
. . .
*peels off peacoat instead*
*presses it against the wound*
*mutters about dry-cleaning expenses*
Blake...*looks at him*
*she can't lift her head, its too heavy*
*the cold is almost nice, familiar in her body in a way the heat wasnt*
*closes her eyes again and sighs, a shuddering sigh*
s..s..sorry...
*its visor begins glowing orange and its leathered arms burst into flames, but do not burn the material*
Further use of violence will cause me to retaliate.
*sighs*
*takes off shirt anyways, hands it to Clara and taps the sigils on his arms*
*a couple appears*
*Jag and his wife*
*Looks back at Chi*
Was that really necessary? Go back to the twins, I'll be there after I attempt to talk things out with our large friend.
((Brb, apparently food is a necessity for me. Not like I haven;t eaten all day.))
*black's out*
*its okay*
*darkness is nice*
*so is this coldness*
*she likes being cold*
*its familiar*
*tick...tock*
EEP!
*buries face in hands*
*really must get used to jump-scares*
*She looked down at Leif, quietly asleep in her arms, and kissed him*
You are so small. So small and fragile, baby. You are an odd cute little thing. You're my odd cute little thing, Leif.
*flips a few trees back and see's Silente's limp body
*aims at Viv's head again now that he can't use his hands*
*shoots 5 arrows*
JW:*sees Sil on the ground, hurries over*
*places her hands on Sil and they start to glow*
Jag: *sees the arrow*
*looks
*eyes settle on Chi*
*removes the coat from the wound*
*examines the stains*
*sighs*
(*quietly trying to avoid sobbing at how Chi is breaking Sil's heart*)
*shudders as her body stops trying and gives up*
*raises his arm and a jet of fire flies at Chione*
*ducks, letting the arrows soar over his head*
(Got to go)
*flips backwards to the trunk of the tree*
*Looks at Caba*
Oh so you meant any violence at all? Terribly sorry. I thought you just meant towards you.
((Bye Viv))
(Bye Viv..
*shaking irl*)
Violence only causes more violence.
*lies there on the forest floor, dead*
(Farewell, Vivanus.)
*looks down at Silente's limp form*
*looks around at all the chaos surrounding me*
. . . Bugger and blast.
*When she was looking down at Leif, a man appeared to her side, grabbed her arm, pulled the baby from them, as teleported her to a dark room. He shackled her against a wall and strapped her neck back to the side, holding up her upper body*
LEIF!!
So you're admitting that you firing at me isn't making this better? good. Go back to where you came from.
(I feel sick..mbd)
(*and teleported)
Once eradicated, the violence issue will cease to exist. Firing upon you will make this better. You firing at others will not.
I will not go back to where I came from.
((Silente are you okay...?))
*looks at Silente's corpse*
*soaked in blood*
*watches Blake*
*and Chione*
*and Cabader*
*it's going wrong*
*it's all going wrong*
*feels terribly, terribly homesick for my Hotel*
*whispers* So much for my adventure.
(No. Sil..you broke her heart and killed her and now my head feels empty and i feel sick. So as i said, mbd.)
Why not? No one wants you here, Creature. *looks once again at Annika and Silente then jumps back through the trees into the darkness*
*Rose found herself chained to the wall, magic-binding shackles around her wrists and ankles. A collar, of sorts, kept her head up.
She looked around the room, noticing that there was a sliver of light. Enough light for her to see the metallic items glistening beside her and along the far side of the wall.
Her chest tightened when the door opened across from her. A woman's silhouette, who she assumed was the siren, stood, blocking part of the light, her head tilted*
You're up! Finally... This would not have been as entertaining as it would be if you did not scream.
*Rose tried her best to spit at the siren, but couldn't get enough propulsion. It dribbled down her chin, much to the siren's amusement*
A silly little baby. That's what you are. Three silly little babies and one, very gleeful adult. And speaking of babies...
*Rose glared at the siren, wanting anything to go check on Leif and Kari. She needed to know they were alright*
I do not care.
((Silente could have caused harm to Chi's children. Chi and blake are broken.))
*stands up*
*looks down at Silente*
*nudges her with her foot*
*yes, she's definitely dead*
*turns my back on the corpse*
*walks off, back into the forest*
*back to my Hotel*
(Shh. I'm not blaming you. I was just explaining.)
*walks over to where Silente's corpse is*
What did she do?
heyyyy
((Hey Chloe))
(Hey Chloe. How are you?)
*strolling through the dark, dark forest*
*feels a little braver now, than I did when I began*
(For those of you who are fans of the finest emo band in Blogland, Be The Glue, I've just posted my official Be The Glue outfit on the blog.)
(Okay. If Sil stays dead then do me a favour. Bury her in France, in her family crypt, in the shelf she made herself, El knows where it is. No big ceremony, just take her there and leave her there.)
(I am exhausted, just came from kung fu)
((Do you want her to stay dead?))
*it isn't long before I find the Hotel again*
*where I started my "adventure"*
*it is still standing where I left it*
*it still looks tired*
*and worn-out*
*like the memory of a Hotel, rather than the Hotel itself*
*looks up at it*
. . . Home.
*sighs*
(Kung fu? Sounds fun!)
(Not particularly. But i don't want Hecate out. Or Zaf wasting energy.)
(it is, but hardcore)
*unlocks the door*
*enters the lobby*
*it seems dustier than last time I was here*
*I sit, slumped against the door*
*and count secrets*
(Um Sil....Jag's wife was healing you...)
(Jags wife got there too late.)
(Considering she can replentish blood snd restart the heart I don't think it's too late)
(what did I miss?)
((Chi killed Silente and Silente is no longer a vampire.))
(Then rp. But even if Sil comes back..shes just changed from Vamp to Humam...yeah.)
*tired, now*
*adventures are tiring*
*so tiring*
*stands up*
*goes and sits behind the desk*
*opens the top right desk drawer*
*pulls out a bottle of whiskey*
*shakes head slowly*
*and puts it back*
*takes out a bottle of absinthe instead*
Oh, yes.
(okay :) I always miss the good parts)
(HOW did Silente get cured from being a vampire?)
(Blake is an exorcist. He repelled the demon inside her, meaning the vampire part.)
(IDK honestly.)
(Was Silente fine with that happening? That's like character-changing stuff.)
*pours a glass of absinthe*
*drains it*
*sits slumped at the desk and wonders what to do*
*so much time spend wondering*
*and not enough time doing anything*
*tosses the bloodstained peacoat into the corner*
*no amount of dry-cleaning will save it now*
(Sil, that means if you do live, you will grow old and can have kids.)
(Grr...)
*JW fills Sil's veins with new blood*
*takes a deep breath and slowly starts coaxing the heart to beat again*
Jag: *jumps out behind Chi*
Viv: *strokes Sil's hair having been told multiple times to stay away from the wound while JW works*
*turns, quick as a bullet and flips backwards, firing 50 arrows at him before she touches the ground*
*wonders if they need my help*
*looks at the absinthe bottle*
*nah*
*they need no help from me*
*pours a fresh cup*
(Yeah...I...uh...I'm not sure. About it i mean. Uh..yeah, urm...brain words thoughts...)
*heart slowly starts to beat weakly*
Jag: *every single arrow bounces off*
*steps forward and grabs her wrist*
JW(who really needs a name): *gets Sil's body back to perfect condition*
*all that's left is her mind and soul*
*sits o log, watching everything*
*tries to pry him off*
*forms a katana in her other hand and brings it down on his arm*
*blinks and opens her eyes*
*stares blankly upwards*
*toddles to the kitchen*
*puts a kettle on, for tea*
*lifts himself off the ground using fire and then lands next to Chione, blades sliding from his wrist*
Jag: *the katana shatters*
*sits her down on a chair*
Now, let's have a talk...
JW: *disappears*
*cradles Sil's head in his arms*
*keeps staring blankly*
*walks over to everyone*
*returns to the desk*
*a teacup in one hand and a cup of absinthe in the other*
*stares vacantly at the wall*
*something creaks*
*in the basement*
Let go! *struggles against him*
Jag: *gives Chi a long talk on hurting people and then goes to leave*
Sil? Sil?
*looks into her eyes, tears trickling down his face*
*the creaking begins softly*
*squeak*
*squeak*
*it begins to grow louder*
*SQUEAK*
*SQUEAK*
*head in hands*
*quietly* Be silence, damnable basement.
*but the creaking doesn't stop*
*if anything, it grows louder*
*gets up from the desk*
*wanders drunkenly to the elevator to the basement*
*machine gun slides from his wrist and begins to spin centimetres away from Chione's face*
*the elevator sinks down*
*down*
*down to the basement*
*wobbles drunkenly in the middle of the elevator*
*squeak*
*squeak*
*squeak*
What the hell?!
*is still sitting on the chair*
*stares blankly*
*blink*
(*Did it again*
Shit.)
Jag: *comes back and gives her another talk, takes her bow and snaps it and her arrows*
Sil. Please hear me!
The Elevator: *ding*
*the doors slide open*
*storms angrily into the center of the basement*
*the walls are still hung with oil portraits of Bloglanders*
*drunkenly* Hullo?
Hullo?
Who'sh down here?
Don't you be binding from me, cock-mongrelsh. I know you're down here.
*it's dark*
*so dark*
*darker than the forest*
*can't even see the far wall*
*where the squeaking is*
(Loki..? Are you here...?)
for one, there was no arrows, two, that bow was one of two given to me by lady Artemis. And that was incredibly rude.
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