You do not even understand my job, so don't claim that you do. I am just as legal as prison, if not more so. Justice does not rely on whether someone likes the opinion that was given. Your view on the matter is just because you consider Silente a friend. Killing Silente will save lives - and if you were at all interested in doing that, you would agree with me. So why are you claiming to be any better than I am? Your motives are much worse than my own. By your method - you will save one life, but be responsible for many deaths when Silente blows up another ship, or destroys another city, or tortures another person. By my method - one person dies, but the many survives.
*wanders around the Midnight Hotel, finishing up the Halloween decorations* *whistling cheerily, because she killed Silente* *with one hand literally behind her back*
You're right. I don't care for most lives. I've personally killed more people than you would care to count, and I don't regret a single one.
*His left eye slowly becomes black*
But when I find one I like you had better be damn careful what you do to them, because I'm not one to forgive or forget. Call me a hypocrite, call me insane, but inflict so much as a scratch on someone I care about and I'll pay you back tenfold.
Then please step out of the way of someone who does actually care, Blake. As I said - the more pressure you put me under, the more likely I am to shoot Silente. If you take any action against me, she will die. I am not threatening. I am stating a fact. I have done no wrong to you. And if it goes well, I will not do any more wrong to Silente. I want a straight answer - that is all.
Blake/Erebus: Done me no wrong? You've harmed my friends, there was the time you nearly destroyed my home, you've threatened me personally more than once, and that seems like quite the threat to me. *Darkness swirls around them like a blizzard* But an empty threat, if anyone dies here it will be you. She's already told you the truth, so walk away before it does get ugly.
*deep breath* *exhales* Silente . . . do not push me. *spins slowly in the swivel chair* Not this close to Halloween. I may do something I'll regret. Or worse, something that I won't regret at all.
You need to have better friends, don't you? I see. Was that the empty threat? She has not told me the truth. Otherwise I would have left already. I know when someone is lying - and she is lying to me. So unless you want the situation to get any worse - I would suggest you should speak to her and convince her to tell the truth, rather than trying to act all big and threatening. That will not help the situation, will it?
*breathes deeply* *murmurs* Don't let it get to you . . . don't let it get to you . . . *paces the halls of the Midnight Hotel* *HER hotel* There's no need to let it get to you . . . you've killed her once . . . be satisfied . . .
(*ahem* *unrolls scroll* Male. Caucasian. Black suit, white shirt. Bolo tie instead of a normal tie. Black hair with a white stripe in it. Always carries packets of moist towelettes, for his OCD.)
*He grabs the barrel of the gun, darkness flowing along it to Sophia's hand and up her arm*
Erebus/Blake: Once again, she has told you the truth. Now I'm going to count to ten. If you are not gone with a happy little wave and the realization that you're an idiot by the time I reach zero, you will regret not doing so a long time ago.
(Also, his magical Discipline is that he can manipulate light, and heal people. For a long time he had a golden amulet that allowed him to travel long distances in seconds.)
Woman: *she has black hair, total black eyes and is dressed in a black dress that shows off her curves. her dress is covered in webs and many spiders* the name is Arachne, is that wench precious to you?
You're not worth it anymore, I'm afraid. I have better things to do. *smirks* *pushes the last of the cardboard boxes into the lift* *sends them to the basement*
*her arm flares with biotic energy, pushing the darkness back down* You think this will help the situation, Blake? If you believe she is telling you the truth - then you have clearly been deceived.
Arachne: *smirks* I see. then you are a fool. *picks him up by the neck* *throws him into the middle of a hugs spider web* *a big tarantula approaches*
Tawnee: *comes baack* *sees Gar* *eyes full of terror* A A Arachne
Blake, your little bit of darkness is all well and good, but I believe we have larger problems? If you care about Silente as much as you say you do - go and get her serum.
*still asleep* *blindly claws the air with one hand* No . . . no more cookies . . . I already bought some yesterday . . . *hand wraps around the pull-cord from the ceiling* *tugs*
Silente: *falls through a trapdoor in the floor and is spat out into the harbor outside*
*stumbles and grabs a box beneath the bed, opening it while shaking violently and grabbing the needle* *nearly drops the needle due to the shaking but manages to get it in a vein and presses the plunger* *sighs, calming* Okay. Now get yourself under control Blake. Erebus is giving me a headache.
(@Fabi *hugs* sorry! I thought about replying then apparently didnt actually comment...which happens way too often.. I'm interested but I'm wary to say you can use Sil due to lack of knowledge..)
(I find it somewhat amusing that the alternating days Dragona and I agreed on to choose music have just transformed into me choosing music constantly.)
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*glares*
*punches*
*signs 'that was for my tongue!'*)
*blushes* thank you. And so are you. I mean...handsome, not pretty
Tawnee: *smiles* I am good, only a bit hung over
(*gets punched*
*looks outrageously offended*
*bitch-slaps Silente*
That was for punching me!)
Why thank you. *Jumps into waterfall and appears next to her holding a diamond* Here you go
History is still repeating, I see.
(*gets between Anni and Sil* oi oi! stop now before I have to bang your heads together!)
@Sir: People are still people, so that makes sense.
You do not even understand my job, so don't claim that you do.
I am just as legal as prison, if not more so. Justice does not rely on whether someone likes the opinion that was given. Your view on the matter is just because you consider Silente a friend. Killing Silente will save lives - and if you were at all interested in doing that, you would agree with me. So why are you claiming to be any better than I am? Your motives are much worse than my own. By your method - you will save one life, but be responsible for many deaths when Silente blows up another ship, or destroys another city, or tortures another person.
By my method - one person dies, but the many survives.
*holds the diamond* wow, that is so pretty *smiles* thank you so much. I will treasure this forever
(*gasps*
*bitch-slaps Clara back*
*signs 'that was for the slap!'*)
It has healing powers as well
(*glares at Sil* Sil...)
(*scowls*
There will be no banging of heads, Inky.)
(email Inks)
good good, you have any plans to go anywhere?
*looks at him* really? *hold the diamond to her chest* then it is even more precious
Like you *smiles*
(okay)
Tawnee: I have no plans right now, you?
*wanders around the Midnight Hotel, finishing up the Halloween decorations*
*whistling cheerily, because she killed Silente*
*with one hand literally behind her back*
(*snaps fingers in Z formation at Silente*)
Uh so that 'one life' objects to being shot.
*kisses him* that's sweet. You are the most precious thing I have
Not really.
(we need to come up with a story line Inks)
(Sil: ah but Clara, you didn't make it permanent. Couldn't even do that right. OH! SHOTS FIRED!)
(I will Anni if you carry on)
You are hardly going to like the idea, are you, Silente?
*He smiles, a twisted grin bordering on insanity*
You're right. I don't care for most lives. I've personally killed more people than you would care to count, and I don't regret a single one.
*His left eye slowly becomes black*
But when I find one I like you had better be damn careful what you do to them, because I'm not one to forgive or forget. Call me a hypocrite, call me insane, but inflict so much as a scratch on someone I care about and I'll pay you back tenfold.
(I have an idea Gar, just go with)
Tawnee: shall we go for a walk?
*sits behind desk*
*slowly revolves in swivel chair*
*wishes she had some guests*
*they all left*
*apparently, they didn't take kindly to being stashed in the arctic wastes while she ran off to become a pirate*
*nods* yes, you are. more valuable than anything materialistic
(It's five am, I didn't sleep well and in really, really tired. And upset.
*Cuddles Blakey tightly and cried into his shoulder*
Blake...
*Vanishes*)
That's so kind. Thank you
Sure thing, where do you want to walk?
*observes Inky and Edward*
Awh.
My heart. It is warmed.
(*hugs Death*)
*smiles* a mate is what matters to a werewolf the most.
Blake...control.
Tawnee: *thinks* how about in the woods?
Then please step out of the way of someone who does actually care, Blake. As I said - the more pressure you put me under, the more likely I am to shoot Silente. If you take any action against me, she will die. I am not threatening. I am stating a fact. I have done no wrong to you. And if it goes well, I will not do any more wrong to Silente. I want a straight answer - that is all.
I would do anything to protect you. You are what maters most to me
Ok, *goes to get ready*
*pokes him in the chest* don't do anything too rash...but thank you *kisses him*
Tawnee: *sings a happy little tune whilst slipping on shoes*
*straight-facedly showers Inky and Edward in rose petals*
When have I ever done anything rash? *kisses*
(guys, should I be worried? I recently remembered something from the party where I got drunk last week. I kept telling people I would burn in hell...)
*comes back* I'm ready love *gives taw a quick kiss*
*nods*
Yes, I would say that's something to be worried about.
good point *wraps arms around him*
(Sil: *laughs at Clara* you don't even have any guests anymore! Oh yes I'm sure shudder would be very proud of the mockery his hotel has become.)
Blake/Erebus: Done me no wrong? You've harmed my friends, there was the time you nearly destroyed my home, you've threatened me personally more than once, and that seems like quite the threat to me.
*Darkness swirls around them like a blizzard*
But an empty threat, if anyone dies here it will be you. She's already told you the truth, so walk away before it does get ugly.
(I think im disturbing...)
Tawnee: *kisses him back* shall we go then?
(?)
*Pulls her closer* And now Laments gone too
*smiles* that is marvellous. We can get on with our lives. speaking of which, what shall we do next?
*hugs Chloe* You won't be burning in hell. Ever.
Hi, Clara!
You're so majestic.
And so clever.
HMS Midnight Hotel is just too funny.
Her Majesty's Ship Midnight Hotel.
*smiles* And you're the super-majestic owner of said ship.
ALSO CHLOE IS AWESOME!!!
Blake calm down.
*is starting to get a migraine*
Please.
(i would be kinda worried but if anyone asks you can say "i was drunk i didn't mean it")
ok *opens the door* after you.
*deep breath*
*exhales*
Silente . . . do not push me.
*spins slowly in the swivel chair*
Not this close to Halloween.
I may do something I'll regret.
Or worse, something that I won't regret at all.
(Hi Tia *hugs* thanks...and im not that awesome...hehe)
You decide
You need to have better friends, don't you?
I see. Was that the empty threat?
She has not told me the truth. Otherwise I would have left already. I know when someone is lying - and she is lying to me. So unless you want the situation to get any worse - I would suggest you should speak to her and convince her to tell the truth, rather than trying to act all big and threatening. That will not help the situation, will it?
Tawnee: *holds his hand* its a nice day for a woodland walk
See?
*points to Tia*
I need more of that in my life.
Can I hire you to follow me around and compliment me at random intervals?
*thinks* im never good with decisions. What do you want to do?
(*Sobs harder, pulling away from Blake, and tries to sleep*)
How about the bar?
*wraps Rose into a hug, absorbing her tears* What's wrong?
*nods* okay. Bar sounds good *smiles*
*slumps at the desk*
I miss being a majestic pirate.
(Sil: My my you really are alone now. No Sir, no guests, no Shudder, no puppy..so very alone.)
*They appear in the bar*
Don't be silly, Ms. Tempest. I am right here.
*orders them wine*
Here you go
*drinks a lot*
(Sir - that comment amused me.)
*hands clench into fists on the edge of the desk*
Don't.
*the brim of her hat casts her eyes into shadow*
Don't even try.
*Drinks until extremely drunk*
. . . Greetings, Sir.
*picks up one of the tiny pumpkins*
*shatters it against the wall*
(Sil: *laughs at Claras reaction*
Hey Sir.)
It is a nice day for walk,
its quiet and peaceful i like it, just you and me and the trees.
*hiccups*
*laughs*
*falls off stool*
oops
((Love and drunkenness are two things that can never be hid, someone once told me...))
I, for one, believe that Mr. Shudder would be very impressed with Ms. Crowley's efforts.
...
Except for the pumpkin, possibly.
*Tries to help Inky up but falls off stool instead*
*breathes deeply*
*murmurs* Don't let it get to you . . . don't let it get to you . . .
*paces the halls of the Midnight Hotel*
*HER hotel*
There's no need to let it get to you . . . you've killed her once . . . be satisfied . . .
(That would depend on the project, Fabi. I am somewhat against the idea of another person attempting to essentially write me or one of my characters.)
*stops pacing*
*smiles faintly*
. . . Thank you.
Tawnee: *nods and smiles*
it is lovely.
*hears trickling water*
theres a stream! can you stay here whilst I get some?
Well, Fabi, I have made it my mission in life to get Oscar Neurotic into as many things as possible, so if you'd like to use him, feel free.
*laughs at Ed* silly billy! *hiccups*
(Then I will refuse, unfortunately. I do not enter anything without knowing what I am getting myself in to.)
*Idly waves a hand.*
Think nothing of it, Ms. Crowley.
M...me? S...silly?
Ok, just be careful *shadow walks onto a tree branch*
. . .
*nods*
Alright. I won't.
*returns to the lobby*
*begins to put away the now-empty cardboard boxes*
(Sil: *laughs more at Clara's reaction* you asked me why Clara. I've been mulling over that myself. I think I've come to a decision.)
*nods* s silly m mr F F Fletcher!!
Tawnee: *smiles* I will be right back
*runs off to the stream*
*a woman appears behind Gar*
Woman: precious little thing isn't she? *voice full of venom*
(@Fabi Any chance of including a Dalek?)
*grits teeth*
. . . I don't care why.
All that matters are the things you've done. Not why you did them.
(Would it be possible to wait, Fabi, until you decide to release more information, before I choose whether to join or not?)
*Drinks another bottle* Shall w...we head t...to the c...cottage?
Yes she is, *turns around* who are you?
(*ahem*
*unrolls scroll*
Male.
Caucasian.
Black suit, white shirt.
Bolo tie instead of a normal tie.
Black hair with a white stripe in it.
Always carries packets of moist towelettes, for his OCD.)
(Sil: oh? You seemed so insistent on knowing why before. But if you don't want to know..)
*is still just hanging in the air*
*starts shaking*
Uh oh...Soph...
(Apologies for poofing)
*He grabs the barrel of the gun, darkness flowing along it to Sophia's hand and up her arm*
Erebus/Blake: Once again, she has told you the truth. Now I'm going to count to ten. If you are not gone with a happy little wave and the realization that you're an idiot by the time I reach zero, you will regret not doing so a long time ago.
Yes, Silente?
(Also, his magical Discipline is that he can manipulate light, and heal people. For a long time he had a golden amulet that allowed him to travel long distances in seconds.)
*hiccupsp* okay? *giggles*
Woman: *she has black hair, total black eyes and is dressed in a black dress that shows off her curves. her dress is covered in webs and many spiders* the name is Arachne, is that wench precious to you?
You're not worth it anymore, I'm afraid. I have better things to do.
*smirks*
*pushes the last of the cardboard boxes into the lift*
*sends them to the basement*
*They appear on the roof of the cottage* S...sorry *They appear by cottage door*
*her arm flares with biotic energy, pushing the darkness back down*
You think this will help the situation, Blake? If you believe she is telling you the truth - then you have clearly been deceived.
Need my serum.
t thatsss ok Eddy *sways into the cottage*
*falls to the floor*
Yes she is, *voice now with a hint of anger* she is not a wench.
*Laughs* N...now who's s...silly? *falls over*
(You could email me, Fabi. It would be appreciated.)
*His eyes narrow and the darkness holds its ground, budging no more*
Ten.
Where is your serum?
Home.
*is shaking violently by now*
It's at home.
Arachne: *smirks* I see. then you are a fool. *picks him up by the neck*
*throws him into the middle of a hugs spider web*
*a big tarantula approaches*
Tawnee: *comes baack*
*sees Gar*
*eyes full of terror*
A A Arachne
Arachne: Been a while, wench
*returns to the desk*
*curls up in the swivel chair*
*tilts hat over face*
*wonders wether or not to take a nap*
*howls with laughter* Y you are...m mr
Blake, your little bit of darkness is all well and good, but I believe we have larger problems? If you care about Silente as much as you say you do - go and get her serum.
*Laughs* Y...yes, I a...am
*snoozes*
*twitches violently every once in a while, or shivers*
*stands up*
*hauls him to his feet*
Hmph.
*He lets go of the gun and walks to Silente, holding her around the waist as they sink into a shadow*
Don't follow us.
*The light returns to normal as they disappear, popping up in Sil's tree house*
T...tha...thank you
(Sil: *sneaks up behind Clara*
*laughs quietly and evily in her ear*)
*starts trying to pull myself off the web and sees the giant tarantula* well you're a big boy aren't you.
*uses the time to activate her computer and repair her shield generator, and reload her machine gun*
*mock salutes* N n problem Fle Fletcherrrr
(random randomness
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dp9hf9-7AAw)
*still asleep*
*blindly claws the air with one hand*
No . . . no more cookies . . . I already bought some yesterday . . .
*hand wraps around the pull-cord from the ceiling*
*tugs*
Silente: *falls through a trapdoor in the floor and is spat out into the harbor outside*
*shifts in her sleep*
Mmm . . .
*stumbles and grabs a box beneath the bed, opening it while shaking violently and grabbing the needle*
*nearly drops the needle due to the shaking but manages to get it in a vein and presses the plunger*
*sighs, calming*
Okay. Now get yourself under control Blake. Erebus is giving me a headache.
*smiles* Thank y...you Miss F...flame *giggles*
*tarantula moves closer*
Tawnee: Stop it Arachne!
Arachne: *anger flares* why? you killed master! You may have had somewhere to go afterwards, but what about the rest of us?!
(Xan !!!)
We welcomes !!! *giggles* w why ar are we talking so f formally?
(ok, that was one of the strangest things i have seen)
(Sil: *looks puzzled* *runs back inside* *pokes Clara's face*)
I d...don't know M...miss Flame *giggles*
*doesn't react*
*sleeps as if drugged*
(haha
try this
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=spnh7-CyONg)
Ms. Tempest, please cease harassing Ms. Crowley. It is for your own good, as well as hers.
*laughs* S silly M Mr Fl Fletcherrrr
*kisses him*
(Sil: *pokes Clara in the eye*)
S...silly *kisses*
(Sil: *looks at Sir* ...for now. Just cause I find it sweet you asked. *leaves*)
*wraps arms around him*
*legs buckle slightly*
*Catches her and picks her up*
*mutters something about girl scout cookies*
*continues to sleep, ignoring Silente*
*Sighs.*
Honestly.
*whispers in his ear* m my h hero
(@Fabi *hugs* sorry! I thought about replying then apparently didnt actually comment...which happens way too often..
I'm interested but I'm wary to say you can use Sil due to lack of knowledge..)
I'm sorry that it's happened to you as well, Fabi.
*wakes up*
*blinks blearily*
*looks around*
*rubs eye*
My eye hurts, for some reason.
Adrasdos Dark!
*exclaims sleepily* What a pleasant surprise!
(Sil, is 23rd ok?)
(I am sorry Fabi)
(Hello Adra)
I am a h...hero
Vivanus Keen. Also a pleasant surprise.
*yawns*
*stretches*
(23rd sounds splendid Viv.)
(Hello, Adrasdos.)
(Then it's set! No changing whatsoever, it can now be graven in stone!)
(Hello Viv)
(that was funny, inks i like it)
*pulls one arm free* *points at arachne* you leave Taw alone!
(Hey Adra and Viv!)
(And everyone is invited except for Silas Nadir who can only come to the reception)
*Leans against a wall, in the corner of course*
So are you alright now?
(@Viv what time?)
Ah, the Silente and Vivanus wedding. It brings to mind a certain Panic! at the Disco song.
*spins smugly in the swivel chair*
Yes. I am.
*nudges the box back under the bed with her toe*
Thanks..
(Eh, I say we start setting it up and the when the most people are on..?)
(which song would that be Clara?)
...no.
Goodbye
(@Viv very specific. How about eight? Or nine? Depends upon the times you can manage.)
(I'm not sure yet, sorry I have a lot of organizing that I have to do and I am by no means an organized person!)
( I love creepypasta !)
Arachne: *says calmly^ she is the reason my love is dead
* approaches Taw*
*flings her into a tree*
Tawnee: *changes into a dragon*
*doesnt care about ripping clothes*
*roars and charges at Arachne*
Eh . . . no song, of course. Which one is the song about a lovely couple?
*looks shifty*
No problem, the real icing on the cake is we're away from Sophia. Though I was looking forward to putting her in a hospital.
(Bye Adra)
I don't care for creepypasta. I hope you won't be offended when I say I find most of them very . . . well, childish.
. . . I see.
Goodbye then, Adrasdos.
(Panic at the disco are awesome !!!)
(That's fine then Viv :)
(Which song Clara.)
No hospitalising her. You'd end up loosing control.
(I'm not offended
That's ur opinion)
*Bottle of wine appears* *drinks*
(I find it somewhat amusing that the alternating days Dragona and I agreed on to choose music have just transformed into me choosing music constantly.)
*laughs* you c can't h help y yoursssself
I agree, Panic! at the Disco songs are awesome.
And I was only teasing you, Silente, don't you fret. "I Write Sins, Not Tragedies."
Hey no fighting, if you must know it was i who killed the ringmaster *reaches for my kukri*
N...nothing w...wrong with a d...drink
(That's my fav song
Wait what date is the wedding? I sometimes stray from the loop)
I was in control... she just pissed me off...
*He pulls his hood up and folds his arms, shadows twitching in the air around him*
(Wedding?)
I believe it's been decided that it's the 23rd . . ? I will, of course, not be in attendance.
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