*smiles at the dark hunter* I mean blogland is a place with shakey balance as it is. Some might even call it a cradle. It has no sanctuary and as such no law enforcement. However something, or someone, could easily cause a separation in the unity of blogland, cause a war even. And..well I'll leave you to decide whether I plan to prevent or fuel that. Either way I can't have more vampires being reared and you my dear are too quick to bite. Also, this is my territory. *smiles* So it's nothing personal.
*snarls* I've done him and this hotel proud! I've been twice the manager he ever was, but as soon as you came around, it all went downhill! The weak link isn't me, Tempest, IT'S YOU!
*takes a deep, shuddering breath* *closes eyes, and visibly calms* *opens eyes*
(*laughs bitterly* Look at you! You think you're a better manager than him? Are you insane? You made this hotel crumble. It was you're fault the remnants escaped, and you weren't even overpowered for it to happen. You should be ashamed. You're nothing.)
She belongs here. You do not Tanya. Leave peacefully.
*fists clenched* *teeth gritted* He . . . he gave me that hotel because he trusted me. Trusted me to keep it safe from the likes of you! We're linked, the hotel and I. When I break, it breaks. When I fall, it falls. And you . . . *snarling* It's YOUR fault that it crumbled! It's YOUR fault that I can't live up to his expectations of me! It's YOUR fault! YOUR fault! YOUR FAULT!
*eyes wide and hysteric* I'm going to go mad in here. I'm going to go mad trying to make him proud. And it's ALL YOUR FAULT!
(YOU ALREADY WENT MAD CLARA! Antons precious hotel crumbled around you because YOU went mad! You think Shudder would have done that! Gone crazy because of one little vampire! You aren't half the manager he was!)
*shaking* *smiling* *hand in front of eyes* *it's quite disturbing, actually*
I . . . I like pretty words. I like their sesquipedalian rhythms, the mellifluous sounds they make in my ear. The loquacious cadence of someone who loves pretty words is music to my ears. Convoluted circumlocutions that conceal cleverly contrived metaphors. I love them.
And when you love pretty words, you grow to recognize them. The thing to remember about pretty words, is that they're mostly used for concealing the harsh reality of the speaker's words. When one speaks with pretty words, the pretty words hide the bullshit that they think is wise or poetic or new.
And I'm clever. Very very clever. Anton was not half as clever as I, no. If he were, he would not have bequeathed his hotel to my personage. No, he was not a clever man.
But I am clever enough to know pretty words when I see them. All these things, these horrible things you say to me, are nothing more than pretty words. And pretty words are so often wrapped around bullshit.
So don't expect me to believe the things you say. If I could, then I would, but I can't, so I shan't.
*growls, a low sound that has even scared vampires enough for them to turn tail and run before* Don't you DARE say a word against me when it come's to my family.
Dark Hunter: *carves "I was attacked earlier by a vigilante and acted in self-defence. People then attacked me because I was acting in self-defence, so I had to defend. Then I was attacked again by someone who attacked me previously for self-defence, and thus I had to defend again. She attacked me for reacting in self-defence again, and I had to defend."*
*deflects the bullets with a flash of a dagger* *knocks Tanya's hand containing the dagger outwards, getting in close and driving her dagger to the hilt into Tanya's chest, meeting her eyes* I may be an outcast, but that doesn't make me weak. *twists the dagger* And when I die I will die by my own term.s
Dark Hunter: *fades out, and fades back behind Edward, slashing at his back again* *fades out, and fades back to the side, slashing* *continues to fade out and in continuously, effectively holding him down by slashes of his sword from four directions*
Dark Hunter: *fades in, back in front of Edward* *taps a sigil on his forearm* *extends his blades further, the handles sliding into his hands* *spins the swords in front of him*
(The swords are surrounded by an energy field which reflect damage - so he was protected by the spinning swords in front of him. Which was why he did it.)
Dark Hunter: *fades out, fading in behind him and slashing at his back* *fires an electrical pulse at him from his gauntlet* *fades back out, fading in several metres of way, spinning his swords*
Dark Hunter: *fades into the cockpit of the train, slashing at Garrett's back* *fades out, fading back in behind Edward and slashing at him* *fades out and fades in again, spinning his swords*
*Energy sword appears in hand* However, I do like revenge *drive sword into armour and places explosive on helmet* *Places a small chip on helmet that controls any electrical devices* Appears a few meters away as explosive counts down* *Plays time*
Dark Hunter: *fades out, leaving the explosive device on the ground* *fades in a few metres away, tapping a sigil on his armour, repairing it* *fades out, fading in behind Edward and slashing at his back* *fades out again*
Dark Hunter: *pushes his foot against Edward's other fingers lightly* *tilts head* *carves, "Take me back"* *charges his gauntlet with electrical energy and aims it at him*
*laughs* *crouches by her side, running her finger along the bloodied grass then sucking the blood off it* Vampire blood is addictive you know. Well, if you want to work it out better talk quickly.
*smiles at the gun* *makes a show of licking the length of her blade, cleaning it of the blood* *sheaths it silently* What's to stop me leaving you. You'd die anyway.
So I can't go as Loki, because there is nothing at all anywhere, so they suggested that I write to Marvel and explain that not everyone is going to want to be an Avenger, people do like the villians. So I am going as Thor.-Zaf
(Edward - just as bad as the rest of the episodes in this series.
You know, I've seen some of the older ones. And, although it claims to be a science fiction programme, there isn't actually much science involved - they were actually fairly alright.
Then I watch these and I just think, "... Terrible."
Dragona is somewhat more positive about them, but still dislikes them. I can barely stand watching them.)
(@Soph I loved 10 and I think 9 and 11 were great as well, but something seems off about Capaldi, and I can't tell if it's his acting, or the script he's given, or the episodes themselves, but something is very, very off in the sense that it's just not fun. I simply can't have as much fun watching them as I do with the other post-2005 ones.)
(Definitely. When you watch the latest episode, you'll think, "... What was the point?". It has an effect similar to Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark.)
(I believe it may be the episodes that is the problem. I do not mind him as a Doctor. But the episodes are just so... shit. They have good ideas - sure. But they lead nowhere. Nothing comes of them. It's like, 90% of the time, the aliens are simply ignored in favour of getting more screen time between the Doctor and Clara. Which is all well and good for the characters - but in terms of story quality, isn't good.)
I don't want to get involved in this particular conversation, as I'm afeared it will lead to nothing but animosity. And, though my recent e-mail chain with Silente may say otherwise, I have never been a fan of animosity.
Very well then, Silente m'dear. Firstly, you ought to know that my most recent response has been posted. Now, for the first e-mail.
Formal Apology From: Clara L. Crowley To: Silente Tempest
I apologize sincerely for vanishing so suddenly from our shouting match on the Fourth of October, 2014. I’m afraid that, at that precise moment, a tree blew down outside the house and severed several vital cables. I hope that, in time, you can come to forgive me, and I am very eager to continue our shouting match at a later date.
With all due respect, Clara L. Crowley
PS: My response to your most recent outburst was to be the following:
Perhaps I am. Perhaps I am not deserving of his trust. Perhaps I have royally screwed up everything he had planned for me. But you never had a man trust you enough to pass on his legacy to you. You are a killer, a perverse and twisted nightmare who’s screwed up far more than I have, and I will NOT be spoken down to like that, you trough of slag, you pestilent boil, you bestial carnie, you supercilious basilisk, you bloodsucking leech! I may not be half the manager Anton was, but I am twice the woman you will ever be!
You have gun pointed at your head. The last bullet remains. It will kill you unless you do something, which you won't be able to do. You have put your dagger away. You are defenseless.
(In Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark - Indiana Jones doesn't do anything. I swear to god, it was the most glaringly large plot hole I have ever seen. What would have happened if Indiana Jones wasn't there would have been exactly the same as if he was present. He changed nothing.)
((Okay, in reply to the email you just sent Clara:)) (*laughs* I am possibly trembling. You're a coward. Be scared of me, be tired of me. I care not. You never have and never will be worthy of the hotel. And proving yourself to a dead man? That dead man could probably run this hotel better than you currently do, even in his headless state.)
(Oh, I thought it was good to have the hero of the story helpless. He had tried to stop them then had fallen and was forced to watch what could have ben his enemy winning)
A coward? . . . Why yes, I suppose I am. I am a coward because I cannot kill, and in this dark and dismal Blogland we find ourselves in, to be unable to kill is to be unable to protect yourself. But I will not have you speaking to me this way, reptile! You are like a skipping record, repeating yourself over and over again. "You can't run a hotel! You can't run a hotel!" You are as pathetic as a guest insulting me on a comment card. Do you think I give a rat's ass how you think my hotel is run?
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*eyes Silente*
Psychopath.
Traitor.
Snake in the grass.
@Sir: That was my first thought. But I don't think it's that. :(
(oh shots have been fired!)
*Appears next to Gar* Who attacked Inky?
*smiles at the dark hunter*
I mean blogland is a place with shakey balance as it is. Some might even call it a cradle. It has no sanctuary and as such no law enforcement. However something, or someone, could easily cause a separation in the unity of blogland, cause a war even. And..well I'll leave you to decide whether I plan to prevent or fuel that. Either way I can't have more vampires being reared and you my dear are too quick to bite. Also, this is my territory.
*smiles*
So it's nothing personal.
(*hisses at Clara*
Loner.
Wimp.
Weakling.)
(I disagree with the law enforcement point. I am the law enforcement.)
*snarls*
Tyrant.
Sadist.
Bloodsu-
*abruptly realizes how disturbingly close this conversation is to certain other conversations with certain other people*
*stops abruptly*
*sits down again*
*mutters under breath* Bloodsucker.
*backs away from Silente, grabbing the daggers in her pockets, her phone tumbling out*
Damn you! I should have known not to trust you.
You have to kill her. For Tia.
(*snarls*
And he left the hotel to you. What a mistake.)
Yeah, you should've. Bit late now.
*slams fists on the armrests*
*stands up*
*shrieks* DO NOT BRING UP THAT MAN EVER AGAIN! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!
Dark Hunter: *continues to tilt his head at Tanya*
*points one of her daggers at Silente*
You don't have to do this.
(Why? Because you know it's true? Shudder deserved better, as does the hotel.)
((Er..you might've struck a nerve in Sil..))
Then leave. It's really quite simple Tan.
(Forgive me if I've caused offense, Silente.)
*snarls* I've done him and this hotel proud! I've been twice the manager he ever was, but as soon as you came around, it all went downhill! The weak link isn't me, Tempest, IT'S YOU!
*takes a deep, shuddering breath*
*closes eyes, and visibly calms*
*opens eyes*
You made me lose my temper.
I . . . apologize.
I'm here for Tia. She can't go on doing whatever she is doing. And with people like you around...
*shudders*
She must go with me.
*looks at ed* it was an assassin, he's called "dark hunter" it was he who injured Inks and me.
(*laughs bitterly*
Look at you! You think you're a better manager than him? Are you insane? You made this hotel crumble. It was you're fault the remnants escaped, and you weren't even overpowered for it to happen. You should be ashamed. You're nothing.)
She belongs here. You do not Tanya. Leave peacefully.
Very well *appears next to dark hunter* Hello
Dark Hunter: *tilts head at Edward*
(not a good idea ed, but anyway)
I don't believe we have met Dark Hunter.
Dark Hunter: *looks at Edward with his menacing metal helmet*
You don't say much do you?
*fists clenched*
*teeth gritted*
He . . . he gave me that hotel because he trusted me. Trusted me to keep it safe from the likes of you!
We're linked, the hotel and I. When I break, it breaks. When I fall, it falls. And you . . .
*snarling* It's YOUR fault that it crumbled! It's YOUR fault that I can't live up to his expectations of me! It's YOUR fault! YOUR fault! YOUR FAULT!
*eyes wide and hysteric*
I'm going to go mad in here.
I'm going to go mad trying to make him proud.
And it's ALL
YOUR
FAULT!
Dark Hunter: *tilts head again*
I will not leave my sister with you. You can't be trusted. There's nothing to stop you from attacking her, from turning her into a vampire...
*picks up her phone off the ground*
It seems you leave me little choice but to fight you, Silente.
*leaves a voice message for Tia, saying goodbye, should she die. Telling her not to trust Silente*
Why would you risk breaking your... agreement, by attacking me?
*appears in tree and starts watching ed and dark*
Well, I do believe you attacked Inky. Did you? Oh, and don't lie *brushes dust off shoulder of suit*
(YOU ALREADY WENT MAD CLARA! Antons precious hotel crumbled around you because YOU went mad! You think Shudder would have done that! Gone crazy because of one little vampire! You aren't half the manager he was!)
Because you're a danger to my plans. And this is MY territory.
The entirety of Blogland is yours? Give me a break!
Dark Hunter: *nods*
(I will be back soon. *presses pause*)
I have a large territory. I value my space.
(Ok Sophia. *Pauses*)
*shaking*
*smiling*
*hand in front of eyes*
*it's quite disturbing, actually*
I . . . I like pretty words.
I like their sesquipedalian rhythms, the mellifluous sounds they make in my ear. The loquacious cadence of someone who loves pretty words is music to my ears. Convoluted circumlocutions that conceal cleverly contrived metaphors. I love them.
And when you love pretty words, you grow to recognize them. The thing to remember about pretty words, is that they're mostly used for concealing the harsh reality of the speaker's words. When one speaks with pretty words, the pretty words hide the bullshit that they think is wise or poetic or new.
And I'm clever. Very very clever. Anton was not half as clever as I, no. If he were, he would not have bequeathed his hotel to my personage. No, he was not a clever man.
But I am clever enough to know pretty words when I see them. All these things, these horrible things you say to me, are nothing more than pretty words. And pretty words are so often wrapped around bullshit.
So don't expect me to believe the things you say. If I could, then I would, but I can't, so I shan't.
(Pretty words? Allow me to be blunt then. You. Are. A. Bad. Manager.)
(ed are you sure you can take dark on in fight?)
(Of course I can Gar)
Well, Silente, you're not a very friendly person.
*stabs her left dagger through her phone, discarding both*
Not very kind.
*drops her right dagger near her, within reach*
Not very loving.
*sits down next to her dagger*
You see what I'm getting at, don't you?
Not even remotely. I'm sure whatever it is you think of it as smart.
You're a killer, Silente. Always have been. A cold, compassionless, ruthless killer, who values inflicting pain more than her own family.
I bet you never loved them.
*growls, a low sound that has even scared vampires enough for them to turn tail and run before*
Don't you DARE say a word against me when it come's to my family.
I think I'm seeing a difference here, Silente. I'm here, trying to protect my sister.
And you're here, trying to satisfy your bloodlust. What would your family think when they saw you?
Not that you'd care anyway.
*starts taking off her boots*
brb
I said don't you dare. Pissing me off will only prolong your pain.
(Welcome back)
So, you did attack Inky yes?
(Welcome back Sophia. I think I might have to pull Sil out of the rp in a sec, she's getting touchy. And violent. And a bit scary.)
Dark Hunter: *carves into the ground with his sword, "She attacked me. It was self-defence."*
(Touchy and violent, yes. Scary? No.)
So she attacked you for no reason?
(You don't have her in your head Sophia. She is rather scary.)
I would give them a call, tell them about the pretty little killer they've raised... I'm sure they'd love to hear who you're going to kill today.
((Tanya's author likes where this is going. Did everyone poof?))
No, Ms. Halcyon.
I SAID SHUT UP!
*pounces on Tanya, punching her hard in the face, attempting to pin her*
Dark Hunter: *carves "I was attacked earlier by a vigilante and acted in self-defence. People then attacked me because I was acting in self-defence, so I had to defend. Then I was attacked again by someone who attacked me previously for self-defence, and thus I had to defend again. She attacked me for reacting in self-defence again, and I had to defend."*
Very well. I am sure you understand my concern
Well, if you hurt her then I will find you
Dark Hunter: *carves, "Good luck"*
Oh no, you will need the luck. Don't ever attack her again, I will let you off his time
*flips Silente over her, giving her a punch in the gut to wind her*
*follows up the attack by taking a revolver from one of her boots and shooting Silente with it*
*laughs at Silente*
You are so easy to toy with. It's a shame you have to die.
*puts two more bullets into Silente, and picks up her dagger*
Dark Hunter: *tilts head at the shooting*
*rolls when she's flipped, the first bullet hitting the back of her calf*
*manages to avoid the other two, anger rising*
I will not die by your hand.
*Takes Dark hunters sword*
((DH, the gun is a tiny thing that fits in a boot, it's not gonna do too much damage to a vampire))
(Edward, they're in a holder which is grafted to his arm. You can't take them.)
(Sorry)
*Punches dark hunter*
Dark Hunter: *charges his gauntlet with electrical energy and slams it down on Edward's wrist*
*Wrist breaks* *Screams* *Punches again and dark hunters armour rusts*
(back, i was just having some food)
t(-.-t) choo choo!
(Ceramic doesn't rust.)
*fades out, fading in behind him and slashes at his back*
(Welcome back)
*holds the revolver in one hand, the dagger in the other*
Maybe. Maybe not. Just know this, Silente: your death won't be pain-free, no matter who kills you. Your death will also be your fault, outcast!
*fires two more shots aimed at centre-mass, not even bothering to aim for the head*
*drops the revolver, charging at Silente with the dagger in her hands*
*Ok Ceramic start to crack* *Turn and blade cuts through arm* What
Dark Hunter: *fades out, and fades in beside Tanya, kicking the dagger from her hands*
*deflects the bullets with a flash of a dagger*
*knocks Tanya's hand containing the dagger outwards, getting in close and driving her dagger to the hilt into Tanya's chest, meeting her eyes*
I may be an outcast, but that doesn't make me weak.
*twists the dagger*
And when I die I will die by my own term.s
*Appears next to dark hunter* *throws rock at head*
Dark Hunter: *fades out, and fades back behind Edward, slashing at his back again* *fades out, and fades back to the side, slashing* *continues to fade out and in continuously, effectively holding him down by slashes of his sword from four directions*
*Falls to knees* Stop while you can *eyes start to glow blue*
Dark Hunter: *fades in, back in front of Edward* *taps a sigil on his forearm*
*extends his blades further, the handles sliding into his hands* *spins the swords in front of him*
*Wave of energy erupts throwing dark hunter back*
(The swords are surrounded by an energy field which reflect damage - so he was protected by the spinning swords in front of him. Which was why he did it.)
(It was only supposed to knock you back a bit)
*Stands and fires a beam of time energy at spinning swords*
(It is not me.)
Dark Hunter: *the energy gets reflected back at Edward*
((Wbd food))
*Jumps out of the way* *Suit turns into combat gear* Why don't you fight me rather than hide behind that shield
Dark Hunter: *advances with his spinning swords*
Oh *punches ground and a crack heads to dark hunter with green light filling it*
Dark Hunter: *fades out, fading in behind him and slashing at his back* *fires an electrical pulse at him from his gauntlet* *fades back out, fading in several metres of way, spinning his swords*
*appears driving a steam train with a plough on the front, aims the train at dark* *shouts* CHOO CHOO!!
*Turns and stops time around pulse before it hits* *blood rolls down back* *the green light leaves the crack and heads toward dark hunter*
(The green light is basically poison by the way)
Dark Hunter: *fades into the cockpit of the train, slashing at Garrett's back* *fades out, fading back in behind Edward and slashing at him* *fades out and fades in again, spinning his swords*
*Freezes time around dark hunter and walks up to him* Don't worry, I wont kill you
Dark Hunter: *frozen*
*takes slash and keeps driving the train, drives towards Sil*
*shouts again* CHOO CHOO!!
*Energy sword appears in hand* However, I do like revenge *drive sword into armour and places explosive on helmet* *Places a small chip on helmet that controls any electrical devices* Appears a few meters away as explosive counts down* *Plays time*
*looks startled at the sight of the train*
*lets it try to hit her, halting it in its tracks and pushing against it*
(I'm not sure what you just did. Could you explain?)
(The sword broke your armour and any electrical devices will fail now. You can move again but an explosive device is counting down on your helmet)
(He doesn't use electrical devices - it is fine.)
Dark Hunter: *fades out, leaving the explosive device on the ground* *fades in a few metres away, tapping a sigil on his armour, repairing it*
*fades out, fading in behind Edward and slashing at his back* *fades out again*
*Turns and grabs dark hunters wrist* *They appear on a ledge above a pit of molten lava in the future*
((Back. Shall we continue, Silente?))
Dark Hunter: *fades out, and fades in behind Edward, pushing him towards the pit of lava*
*Hangs on to edge of ledge* Wait, what exactly do you want?
(Yes Tia. We shall.)
Dark Hunter: *tilts head* *carves, "For you to stop attacking."* *stands on his fingers*
(I am here and slightly drunk)
*smiles* hey Ed, what you up to?
*One hand drops* I will. You need me to get back to the present. What if I help you?
(Hello Inky, is the party good?)
(I am hanging on a ledge above a volcano in the future)
Dark Hunter: *pushes his foot against Edward's other fingers lightly* *tilts head* *carves, "Take me back"* *charges his gauntlet with electrical energy and aims it at him*
First, what do you want. I mean are you hunting someone?
(It is good XD I'm actually talking )
*waits somewhere *
(Talking is good)
Dark Hunter: *nods* *carves, "But not you."*
(I've had a bit to drink)
(Wine?)
Then who? I can help you
Dark Hunter: *shakes head* *carves, "Take me back."* *puts more pressure on Edward's fingers*
(Cider)
*goes to whoever is in blogland*
I would like to help. *Pain shoots through hand*
(Cider is alright)
Dark Hunter: *shakes head* *points his sword to the "Take me back."* *applies more pressure*
(back again)
(-_-)
Fine but only on one condition
(Hey Gar! I think I'm a bit drunk)
(Hello Gar)
Dark Hunter: *tilts head*
You never attack Inky ever again
*drops her own dagger*
*looks into Silente's eyes*
Killer.
...
There should not be a taste of blood in your mouth, Tanya
*smiles at Silente*
I...
Say it!
Silente, I'm...
Just say it, Tanya!
Sil-
*Tanya backed away suddenly, stumbling backwards, trying to regain her footing*
*she tripped, and fell on her back, and she knew the odds were not in favour of her ever getting up again*
*waits for someone to appear*
*follow's her calmly*
You're what.
Dark Hunter: *carves, "If she does not attack me again."*
No, you do not attack her again *They both appear back in blogland*
Dark Hunter: *fades out*
(Back in a bit)
(Kay Ed?!!!!!)
((I'm considering what to do with Tanya, which side of her to show to you, and whether it will matter))
(Okay. I will wait.)
(It seems to have gone quiet.)
(indeed it does)
(Yes !! *sings a song
*)
*turns to her side*
*starts crawling away from Silente, leaving a trail of blood*
*doesn't get far, can't get any further, and collapses*
I- *coughs out blood* I thought we'd work this out. I hoped we wouldn't come to this.
*laughs*
*crouches by her side, running her finger along the bloodied grass then sucking the blood off it*
Vampire blood is addictive you know. Well, if you want to work it out better talk quickly.
(Well I'm probably will get more pissed as the night progresses so I'm going
Byi)
(Goodbye Chloe.)
(Fare-thee-well chloe)
*turns to face her*
Well, I have a proposition for you, Silente.
I keep my life, you keep your blade...
*shifts to a more upward position*
*uses her left hand to grip the dagger that is still stuck in her, and pulls it out*
*hands Silente the blood-coated blade*
You keep the blood, and we walk. You'll never see me again.
If that's not enough for you...
*lifts her right arm from under her, revolver in her hand, aimed right at Silente's head, making it near impossible to miss at such close range*
(Bye, Inky! (and Chloe!))
(Alright. Yeah. I can officially say that Doctor Who is a load of bullshit.)
*smiles at the gun*
*makes a show of licking the length of her blade, cleaning it of the blood*
*sheaths it silently*
What's to stop me leaving you. You'd die anyway.
(Hey El)
(@Soph I will watch it later tonight, no spoilers please. I agree that the new episodes are... unsatisfactory.)
(*is tacklehugged* Tired. Unresponsive. Numb. Empty. Void. *nods at her choice of words*)
(You're welcome.)
(Hey, El!)
(how are you El?)
Then leave me. Let me bleed.
*tightens her hold on the revolver*
I am a staunch supporter of Peter Capaldi and the new episodes of Doctor Who. I think they're great.
Also, I am back. The internet has been repaired.
And I responded to your response, Silente, with a response of my own.
(Back. Mummy on the orient express looks, different?)
So I can't go as Loki, because there is nothing at all anywhere, so they suggested that I write to Marvel and explain that not everyone is going to want to be an Avenger, people do like the villians. So I am going as Thor.-Zaf
(As I to you Clara.)
*smirks*
But then I don't get my meal.
Ah yes, I can see that. Allow me a moment to formulate an appropriately acidic reply.
(Edward - just as bad as the rest of the episodes in this series.
You know, I've seen some of the older ones. And, although it claims to be a science fiction programme, there isn't actually much science involved - they were actually fairly alright.
Then I watch these and I just think, "... Terrible."
Dragona is somewhat more positive about them, but still dislikes them. I can barely stand watching them.)
(@Zaf What do you mean? There's no Loki armour/clothes/costume?)
(@Clara I shall do so.)
(In the last few years the writing has most definitely dropped in quality)
(@Soph I loved 10 and I think 9 and 11 were great as well, but something seems off about Capaldi, and I can't tell if it's his acting, or the script he's given, or the episodes themselves, but something is very, very off in the sense that it's just not fun. I simply can't have as much fun watching them as I do with the other post-2005 ones.)
(Definitely. When you watch the latest episode, you'll think, "... What was the point?". It has an effect similar to Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark.)
My appropriately acidic reply has been dispatched, to my dear, sweet, very good friend Silente.
(I think Indiana jones is one of the best films in years. But Tennant and Ecclestone were good series)
(I believe it may be the episodes that is the problem. I do not mind him as a Doctor. But the episodes are just so... shit. They have good ideas - sure. But they lead nowhere. Nothing comes of them. It's like, 90% of the time, the aliens are simply ignored in favour of getting more screen time between the Doctor and Clara. Which is all well and good for the characters - but in terms of story quality, isn't good.)
I don't want to get involved in this particular conversation, as I'm afeared it will lead to nothing but animosity. And, though my recent e-mail chain with Silente may say otherwise, I have never been a fan of animosity.
(And her reply has been sent back dear Clara.)
(Aww, Silente and Clara, I was really enjoying your conversations and now they're private:/)
(Though you do have aright to privacy so...)
(Ah shit.
Edward - When you've watched it, you'll see what I mean.)
(I agree Sophia, they could use what they have to create a good episode but they focus too much on the doctor and Clara)
Your reply has been processed, and is being responded to at this very moment.
(When I have watched what Sophia?)
Hmm.
For the sake of our dear Tia, Silente, shall we publish our back-and-forth here for the world to see?
But then you also don't get a bullet in your head.
Your choice.
(Finally, someone else who agrees.
The latest episode. Imagine the story issue with Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark - and apply it to Doctor Who.)
(yes, we shall Clara. For Tia.)
*smirks*
Broken toys...they're still fun, no matter what people say.
NOTHING anywhere. Its like weird...and places only recieved one guy from Guardians of the Galaxy too.-Zaf
(What story issue with Indiana Jones? My brain isn't thinking fully as I am quite tired)
(back its a long story, basically the power went, and for over an hour we had no power but then i fixed it, so I'm here and happy)
Very well then, Silente m'dear. Firstly, you ought to know that my most recent response has been posted. Now, for the first e-mail.
Formal Apology
From: Clara L. Crowley
To: Silente Tempest
I apologize sincerely for vanishing so suddenly from our shouting match on the Fourth of October, 2014. I’m afraid that, at that precise moment, a tree blew down outside the house and severed several vital cables. I hope that, in time, you can come to forgive me, and I am very eager to continue our shouting match at a later date.
With all due respect,
Clara L. Crowley
PS: My response to your most recent outburst was to be the following:
Perhaps I am. Perhaps I am not deserving of his trust. Perhaps I have royally screwed up everything he had planned for me.
But you never had a man trust you enough to pass on his legacy to you. You are a killer, a perverse and twisted nightmare who’s screwed up far more than I have, and I will NOT be spoken down to like that, you trough of slag, you pestilent boil, you bestial carnie, you supercilious basilisk, you bloodsucking leech! I may not be half the manager Anton was, but I am twice the woman you will ever be!
((I'm genuinely confused by your actions, Sil.))
You have gun pointed at your head. The last bullet remains. It will kill you unless you do something, which you won't be able to do. You have put your dagger away. You are defenseless.
*chuckles*
Resistance is futile. Leave now.
(In Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark - Indiana Jones doesn't do anything. I swear to god, it was the most glaringly large plot hole I have ever seen. What would have happened if Indiana Jones wasn't there would have been exactly the same as if he was present. He changed nothing.)
((Okay, in reply to the email you just sent Clara:))
(*laughs* I am possibly trembling. You're a coward. Be scared of me, be tired of me. I care not. You never have and never will be worthy of the hotel. And proving yourself to a dead man? That dead man could probably run this hotel better than you currently do, even in his headless state.)
No.
(Oh, I thought it was good to have the hero of the story helpless. He had tried to stop them then had fallen and was forced to watch what could have ben his enemy winning)
(Just started watching the new episode, let's see if it's as bad as you claim, Soph.)
(But regardless of his actions - the exact same outcome would have occurred.)
A coward?
. . . Why yes, I suppose I am. I am a coward because I cannot kill, and in this dark and dismal Blogland we find ourselves in, to be unable to kill is to be unable to protect yourself.
But I will not have you speaking to me this way, reptile! You are like a skipping record, repeating yourself over and over again. "You can't run a hotel! You can't run a hotel!"
You are as pathetic as a guest insulting me on a comment card. Do you think I give a rat's ass how you think my hotel is run?
(Yes, but the idea was that he failed and it could have been disastrous)
(Tia - the main plot story, when you hear it, will make you wince it's so bad.)
((I am at a loss at what you expect Tanya to do.))
(45 minutes to decide? Splendid! That is plenty of time!)
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