This year is the fiftieth anniversary of Doctor Who. To celebrate, Puffin Books asked eleven different authors to take a Doctor and write a story. When I was asked, I said I'd only do it if I could write for the tenth or eleventh incarnation. Puffin gave me Ten. I was a happy bunny.
It was such a joy to write this character. As you all know, I've been a fan of the show since I was a kid, and David Tennant holds joint top-spot with Matt Smith as my favourite Doctor. In my opinion, it was Tennant's era when the Doctor's love of dialogue really came out— that quick-fire patter that he does so well — and it was an absolute pleasure to channel that.
The Mystery of the Haunted Cottage will be released as an e-book on October 23rd (my birthday! Skulduggery's deathday!) and then it, along with the other stories, will be collected into a PHYSICAL book which will be out near the end of November.
There will be a video released in a week or two where I talk more about it, but in the meantime, here's a link to a snippet (which explains where the somewhat old-fashioned title comes from...)
http://www.theguardian.com/childrens-books-site/interactive/2013/oct/01/doctor-who-mystery-haunted-cottage-derek-landy-extract
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Right. Do yourself a favor and turn down that alley. *gestures towards a small alley in between two nearby buildings* Ensure that no one notices. They'll have guards, and I cannot reveal the existence of magic to this crowd of people, so I'll meet you there once I have him and we can teleport away before anyone sees, if we're lucky. If we're not, we'll be accused of witchcraft, though they'll not find us anyway. *pushes to the front of the crowd, then looks back to watch Zafira*
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It's ok I have to go now anyway.
Bye!
((Goodbye, Sykamere.))
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Alright. *slips into the shadows unnoticed and goes into the alley* *quietly* this better work...
Jonathan: *is looking around at the crowd completely petrified*
((Bye Syk))
Hmm... Curious
*hears a loud bang behind her and something whiz past her ear, jumping up and running*
*hears more gunshots* *curses many many many times, unsheathing her sword*
*suddenly yells, attracting the attention of the crowd* Witchcraft! *points to the young woman standing next to him* God save our souls, she's a witch! *wears a look of pure horror and continues to yell until the crowd panics and the guards' attention is diverted* *slips into the crowd as the guards seize the woman, who begins to cry hysterically* *tosses a knife just above Johnathan's head, breaking the rope, and runs forward, pulling him off the platform he stood on* *drags him through the crowd, running faster as people start to yell and the guards run after them* *reaches the alley, touches Zafira's shoulder and the three of them appear in an empty forest*
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(I was normal once
The coffee was delicious
But life was awful
Hello, everyone! Is there a place for ol' Doctor Precocious in this fine fray?)
((I'm seriously trying not to make Monty Python references omfg shoot me now))
*a bullet lands into her arm* *screams, covering her mouth* *bites her hand* *softly* ow ow
*blinks looking at the forest* bloody hell!
Jonathon: *grabs a tree letting dizziness pass* Cristofer? You saved me! But who..wait you're...who are you? You're like me, mages aren't you. *seems confused looking at Niccolò and Zafira*
((There is always a place for you, Precocious. Zafira and I are currently in the year 1516, so we happen to be unavailable, but I understand Adra is busy in Blogland attempting to discover the source of some gunshots.))
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*shouts back* When I said "shoot me now"- I didn't actually mean "SHOOT ME NOW"
IDIOTS
We are mages, yes, though you needn't know who we are, only that we've saved your life. Who is Cristofer?
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(Ah, yes. Last time I was here half the cast of Sherlock was stranded in 1922. Quite a lot of time travel happening lately.)
(Adra, is there anything I can do to assist in your rather nasty predicament? If not, I shall be forced to burst into song.)
Johnathan: Cristofer de Hecke. He's a Teleporter like you I was hanging out with him before Scotland Yard took me. He looks like you, sir.
(What de Hecke!?
Sorry, I simply had to.)
No, help would be-
*bullets begin to riddle the tree* right. *a wall of rocks raise from the ground and shards launch themselves at the shooters, again and again*
(This is the moment
This is the day
When I send all of my doubts and demons
On there way
Every endeavor
I have made ever
Is coming into play
Is here and now today
This is the moment
This is the time
When the mommentum and the moment
Are in rhyme
Give me this moment
This precious chance
I'll gather up my past
And I'll make some sense at last
This is the moment
When all I've done
All of the dreaming and scheming and screaming become one
This is the day
See it sparkle and shine
When all I've lived for
Becomes mine
For all these years
I've faced the world alone
And now the time has come to prove to them I've made it on my own
This is the moment
My final test
Destiny beckoned
I never reckoned second best
I won't look down
I must not fall
Moment for moment
This is the moment
The sweetest moment of them all
This is the moment
Damn all the odds
This day or never
I sit forever with the gods
When I look back
I will always recall
Moment for moment
This was the moment
The greatest moment
Of them all!)
*stops breathing for a few seconds* *hopes that no one has noticed, is certain that Johnathan hasn't* How long ago was that?
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*their
((Anni I love you....just....JEKYLL AND HYDE))
((DAYUM why the fuck am I in 2013 missing out on this awesome shit))
**the shooting stops* *runs back, clutching at her arm*
Johnathan: a few hours ago, sir.
*glances at Niccolò*
((EHYYYYYYY))
(JEKYLL AND HYDE!
Er, I may just go off on a side-story of my own. I dunno what. Doctor Precocious vs Zombies, perhaps. Or Demon Llamas. Or Creepy Little Kids. Or her nemesis Oscar Neurotic. What do you think?)
((Demon llamas sounds like fun))
((Ya))
Hours... *stares intensely at nothing for a moment, then focuses again* Johnathan, there is house where live some fairly wealthy mages no more than a mile in that direction. *points* We're in Ireland now, so you needn't worry about authorities finding you. Go.
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*begins hyperventilating*
It was a curious thing, the way the sky never seemed to do quite the right thing when Doctor Precocious was out and about. It was always swimming with gray clouds, or lit with a kalidoscope of stars, or splitting open from a tear in the space-time continuum. Today it was a soft jade color, with creamy white clouds swirling like frosting through it.
Precocious was strolling down the street, lost in her own thoughts. She had left her van on the side of the road, disguised as a parking meter. She fully expected to have enough to pay for breakfast by the time she got back.
Little did she know that breakfast would be the furthest thing from her mind.
Johnathan: thank you *runs off and out of sight to the house*
Niccolò whats going on? You....he can't find you. Relax.
She hadn’t had much time to get her thoughts in order; not since her encounter with Oscar Neurotic, the only OCD supervillain to win ‘Cleanest Evil Lair’ in ‘Supervillain Weekly.’ Her van was returned, to be sure, all thanks to the infamous Niccolo Croatoan, but her butler, Aubrey, was still missing, and her head still hurt from being smashed repeatedly into the wall.
She was hungry. Much too hungry to think. So she cast her eyes around for a restaurant suited to her tastes.
“Hmm. I don’t recall seeing THAT one before.” She murmured. “I’ve never been one for Incan cuisine.”
*sits down, clutching at her arm* Ow... *curses many tomes
*sits down, clutching at her arm* Ow... *curses many tomes
I... *stares at nothing again* *pulls a knife out of his sleeve and begins to toss it in the air and catch it* *after a few seconds of doing that, throws it towards a tree* *it lands exactly in the center* No, but that means he's still alive. Well, he's alive now. He might still... If I went... *pulls knife out of tree and leans against it, attempting to take slower breaths but largely failing*
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When she entered, however, Precocious clearly saw it tailored to a different clientele than herself. While she had been voted ‘Most Biased-Against-Americans American’ in ‘Monster Hunter Weekly,’ she had also been voted ‘Classiest Gourmand,’ and this place did NOT serve her kind of food.
It was dark, and full of shadows, and the bar in the corner was dingy and grimy, and manned by a bartender at least two feet taller than she was. Hooded customers sat whispering in the wall boothes, and bloody pentograms were scrawled on the walls.
Precocious swallowed hard.
“Table for one?”
*takes his hand* That he could be alive in 2013. I know. Let's just see can you go to the time you believe he'd have died? If we can trace his past we can see where he'd be in 2013 and leave talking to him to me he shoikdn't know me until 1824 when I joined in the war
The bartender stepped out from behind the bar and looked at Precocious like she was a peice of cake that hadn’t yet been on the ground for five seconds.
“What are you doin’ here, girl?” He growled.
“Looking for lunch.” She squeaked. She had always been a terrible coward.
Other people were beginning to stand up, now. “We don’t serve the likes of you.” The bartender growled. “Only people like us.”
“I’m one of you!” She squeaked.
They all laughed madly. So did the bartender. “Gwa ha ha ha ha! One of us! Ohhhhh, that’s good, that’s GOOD.”
And they began to change.
((Btw Annika- I am paying attention, I'm reading yo))
*groans* Hell. *takes out a mirror, looking at the wound* *sighs*
Before long, the bartender stood before Precocious, a massive, slavering brute with long, coal-black fur, and violently spinning red eyes. Drool dripped from its ragged yellow teeth, and an unearthly growl gurgled up from his throat. Precocious noticed (too late) that something had been scrawled in blood, human blood, on the wall.
DAMN YOU YZMA
Precocious felt her mouth go dry, and she took a step back. The others were changing, warping into the same unspeakable red-eyed monstrosities.
“Wh- wh-” Precocious choked.
The bartender let out an inhuman caterwaul.
“Werellamas.” Precocious whispered.
I just had cotton candy for the first time in ten years. O.O
It's weird.
[Laughs] I got a Blogger-related email directed to Hamlet, Prince of Denmark! XD
((And Anni, for future reference, anything I say behind double parentheses is out of character and comes from me me. It'd be really weird if Hamlet's dad was haunting the router-thing, though!))
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What on earth.
I was just writing a fight scene, and nw I'm trying to get to sleep, and I just started punching myseld in the cheek in order to work out what it felt like. *facepalm*
(Yeah, I know it's not a particularly effective place to punch people. My character didn't.)
Hmm.
*goes back to the cheek-punching, because now I've thought about it it seems quite sensible*
Arghhhh I can't hit myself. D:
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((Jesus Christ ANNIKA I AM SCREAMING))
*carefully digs around in her bag for a pair of tweezers and looks at her arm* Ah..
((I have done this before, Star.))
A blood-curdling scream split the jaded sky. Precocious had been utterly terrified of llamas, ever since her fifth birthday, when a llama had escaped the local zoo and spat at her. Half-mad with panic, she lunged for the door, but a llama blocked it, hissing cruelly at her.
Precocious cried out and tripped over her own labcoat, landing with a *bump* on the floor. She dug into her coat and pulled out her collapsable halberd, which snapped open with a deadly-sounding *sh-sh-sh-shink!*
“Stay back!” She cried, blue lightning sparkling in her eyes. “Or I’ll kill every one of you llamas!”
(I knew about the Hamlet thing, Fabi, I was just playing :) )
LLAMAW!!!!!!! :)
*used to kill them all the time* *in.roleplay, that us*
CAN SOMEONE COME PUNCH ME IN THE CHEEK, PLEASE? D:
@Adra: :P
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((I can't take life seriously anymore Annika I'm crying from laughter hELP))
*slowly puts the tweezers in her wound, digging for the bullet, biting her lip*
The first llama leapt at her, it’s vicious fangs going for her throat, but she desperately lashed out with the halberd and rammed it upp through its chest, the blade sticking out of its back now. The fur melted away and the fangs retracted, revealing the hooded and cloaked human beneath, and Precocious struggled to tug the halberd out. It was stuck fast.
Temporarily abandoning it, she leapt behind the bar, taking cover and allowing a shower of blue lighting to rain down on the llamas. Two were killed instantly; the other five survived. Desperate now, precocious slammed a hand into the wall outlet, overloading the circuit system and sending a blast of energy through the building, enough to set the hair of every llama on end. They would’ve looked funny, if they hadn’t also looked so murderous.
*suddemly realises I could end up with a massive bruise on my cheek and no explanation to hide behind*
Whoops . . . :P
Anyway. It can hurt, but not that much. Yay. Aasuming my character doesn't punch him that hard . . . He's using superspeed, though . . . *frowns*
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*grimaces, poking at the muscle accidentally* this is unnecessarily difficult
Precocious was huddled there, behind the bar, breathing heavily. There was silence from the other side. Quietly, cautiously, she stopped pumping lightning through the building, and, slowly, she poked her head up from behind the bar.
A llama the size of a car leapt across the room like one of Precocious’s own lightning bolts and smashed into her, carrying her off her feet and sending them both flying through a door into a walk-in fridge. She screamed and wrestled with the llama, finally forcing it down, then tried to run for the door, but the floor was too slippery. She slipped, landed on her arse, and slid out the door with a cry of shock.
She slammed the door shut on the llama, and scrambled into the kitchen.
Only two llamas to go, now.
*poofs to go to sleep*
Might pop back if I get distravted again. :)
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The kitchen was full of long counters running through the middle of the room, and Precocious ran across the room and hid behind one of them, on the very end. She’d shut the door behind her, and was huddled with her arms around her knees.
“Please.” She whispered. “Please don’t let them know how to work door handles.”
There was silence.
A llama pressed its eye to the window in the door and looked around. Then it raised one massive hoof and opened the door.
Precocious was still, and silent. She could hear the llama walking through the kitchen, its hooves tapping with every step. Precocious rolled to her hands and knees and began to crawl away from the llama.
The llama called to one of its friends, who entered the room.
Now there were two llamas.
Llamas in the kitchen.
No, I... It was last year... How... ((My apologies, I appear to have become distant.))
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((Okay, I just wanted I clarify. I'm really bad with jokes... Sorry...))
((Um... Wbd. I'll try to write more of my plotline, I think...))
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((Zaf, Ari, are you two still here?))
*pokes around* ow
Ow
Ow
Ow
Ow
((The one with the ghooossstttssss?!?!?))
*takes a deep breath*
One llama leapt onto a counter and Precocious crouched, ever so quiet, barely daring to breathe. They were coming closer, and closer, and closer . . .
She brushed against a rack of utensils and a single ladle fell, clattering on the ground. The llamas looked up, evil grins on their faces, and Precocious’s breathe caught in her throat. She tapped a ladle on the ground, then threw it at the other end of the room. One llama followed it. The other was not fooled.
Half mad with panic, Precocious squeezed herself into a dumwaiter and began to try to wrestle the door down. That was when the llama turned, looked across the kitchen . . .
. . . and saw her.
Maybe he didn't die. You said yo never bothered to look for your nephew. I'm certain if you know him well enough we could locate him in 2013....Niccolò you have family alive, I'd be happy. *hugs him tightly for a split second and lets go* This could mean a lot for you. We ought to find him in 2013 or let me speak to him in this year. ((If you havent check your email))
((The whole Fabi being asleep thing. I might connect it to the ghosts, but then again, I might not.))
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The llama ran, its hooves pointing on the floor. It ran, screaming its horrible demon-scream, ran straight at poor Doctor precocious, trapped in the dumwaiter, desperately trying to wrench the door down, about to burst into tears from terror . . .
The llama slammed into a stainless steel cabinet and fell, crumpled to the ground, realizing too late that it had only been the REFLECTION of Precocious who, behind him, was clambering out of the dumwaiter and making a run for it, running for the walk-in freezer . . .
But there was a llama in there! She looked around, saw there was one llama remaining, and realized something right then and there.
“I.” She whispered, as the llama looked at her.
“Am.” She whispered, as the llama began to charge.
“Screwed.”
((Oh gotcha)
*growls* SCREW THIS! *throws the tweezers on the ground, sitting there, staring ahead* The damn thing isn't coming out.
*feels sick* ughbns
(Welcome to Annika's Interactive Storytime! Should our darling heroine be rescued by A: Her nemesis. B: Another llama. Or C: Surprise me!
You decide!)
((A?))
(Oooh, Fabi, I just looked at your blog. Can you put me on that picture with a bunch of names? It doesn't have to be a big sticker, it could be a little bitty sticker . . .)
(A it is!)
No no, I'm certain he hasn't died. If he's around this year, he isn't dead. He isn't... Good Lord...
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And she was indeed screwed, for there she was, only a helpless five-year-old once again, terrified on an escaped llama. The llama charged, and she screamed, and the blue lightning died from her eyes . . .
The room exploded in dazzling light and Precocious gasped, her hands leaping to her face. The llama did not seem so fazed.
He skidded to a halt and looked wildly around, jowls dripping with white-ish saliva, and he caught sight of a new target to kill, a target with a white strip in his hair and a very clean suit . . .
The llama leapt across the kitchen, his fangs poised to rip into the newcomers throat.
Your nephew is alive in 2013. Come on Niccolò we need to find him! This is something wonderful. I'm so happy for you. You deserve happiness in your life. *holds self back from hugging him again*
*carefully wraps up her arm, wincing*
*closes eyes* Zafira, I have to calm down...
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((You're already on the list of people I need to add, but I haven't had time to work on the name-project in a while. Do you want it to say Annika or Doctor Precocious or something else? (preferably not both names)))
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The newcomer snapped his hand through the air and the llama was thrown back, slamming into the wall. Something spun in the stranger’s hand . . . a pen? . . . and the llama shreiked in pain, and it was the most beautiful sound Precocious had ever heard.
With an elegant wave of his hand, light shone and glimmered and refracted through the air, taking form, becoming solid, and tearing open the llama from the inside out, scattering its remains across the kitchen. A kitchen that would certainly not be passing the next health inspection.
The stranger allowed the light to fade away, and, as Precocious knew would be true, he wasn’t such a stranger after all.
Oscar Neurotic tucked his pen in his pocket and pulled out a moist towlette, with which he began to furiously wipe down his bloody hands and sleeves.
“What,” He said. “the HELL have you been doing?”
(Doctor Precocious is fine, Fabi :) )
((Also, I'd like to take this opportunity to acknowledge the RP plots going on, as I can't exactly participate in them at present. They're all really cool.))
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*closes her eyes* ah gods. *slowly gets to her feet* Ah gods...
((Yeah Fabi I have no idea what I'm doing :3))
((Why thank you, Fabienne. I suppose I ought to acknowledge the plots of others, as well, although I cannot participate.))
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Take your time, Niccolò. I'm in no hurry. *we hear the sounds of people running and shouts someone steps from behind Zafira and grins wickedly*
Man: I found one of the Necromancers. What's your name girlie?
How do you know I am a real one?
Man: Get the man with her he probably knows about the secrets of the Resistance
Leave him alone *punches the man in the face* Get back or I kill you all!
*a blast of energy sends Zafira into a tree and two men grab her*
Man: fine take her to the master
Precocious tood up slowly on shaking legs. The edge of her lab coat was dripping with llama guts. “I think,” She said. “the more important question is ‘What are you doing here?’”
The ghost of a smile passed over Oscar’s face. “I heard the weather was doing weird things here, so, naturally, I assumed it must be you.” He stepped closer to her. He moved like a cartoon with a few missing frames of animation, and his body seemed to emit the faintest of glows. “Demon llamas, really?”
“I’d rather fight a hundred demon llamas than you.”
“Now that’s a dirty lie.”
“Yeah, it is.”
Oscar laughed. “I HAD to come and save you, Doctor. After 500 years of chasing each other down, to have the honor of killing you swiped away by some random demon llama off the street? No, my poor psyche wouldn’t handle the damage.”
“I can understand that.” Precocious nodded. “I wouldn’t want to pass up the chance of killing you either.”
Oscar checked his watch. “Well . . . the llamas are gone.”
“Yes, I suppose they are.”
“Soooooo . . . if you don’t mind . . .”
“Hmm?”
“I’m going to go ahead and kill you for a bit.”
“Just you try.”
“Alright.” Oscar whipped out his pen. “I will.”
((I kinda ship Oscar and Precocious..))
*stumbles and falls to her side on the ground*
*tosses knives at each of the strangers* *splits into two and chokes each of Zafira's assailants from behind simultaneously*
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*the men release their grip on Zafira as she gets away and faces two others* Come here uglies *focuses on Justaria and uses the death bubble taking their life forces from their bodies killing them* *backs away panting*
Precocious’s hand darted to her pocket and whipped out a pair of sunglasses, just as the room burst with violent yellow light. She squinted behind them; they were special sunglasses, from Bespoke Tailors, but even they had trouble with Oscar’s particular abilities. She heard Oscar laugh.
A bolt of solid light crashed into her chest, hurling her back and slamming her into the wall, just like the llama. Oscar allowed the light to curl around her, playing with her hair and her lab coat.
“Say goodbye.” He whispered.
Precocious wrenched her foot free from the light and kicked a large not of llama intestines into his face.
He screeched like a banshee and threw them aside, the light in the room stopping abruptly like a lightbulb blowing out. Precocious tumbled to the floor as Oscar violently struggled to wipe the blood off his face, and Precocious grabbed him by the arm, projecting enough electricity through his bones to make his hair stand on end.
*recovers his knives and cleans them with a handkerchief*
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*stares up at the sky, feeling pale and more sick than usual* Mm... This was a bad idea
Niccolò we got to get the hell out of here they're hunting Necromancers....*grabs tree feeling dizzy* I should not have used that method....*sits down shaking* I knew this would happen!
Oscar collapsed against the counter, smoking slightly from electrocution. “No . . . no fair . . .” He choked. “You . . . you’re not allowed to use my OCD against me . . .” He said, even as he winced when his sleeve touched the floor.
“All’s fair in love and war!” Precocious laughed, and with a violent *CRACK* she slammed her foot into his jaw, sending him sprawling across the floor. She crouched, picking up the golden pen he’d dropped. “I’ll be taking this, shall I?”
“No!” Oscar cried, dragging himself across the filthy floor and grabbing something that had fallen from Precocious’s pocket. “If you do, I’ll be taking THIS!” He laughed, holding up a small, golden locket.
There was a moment of silence.
Precocious stared at Oscar, and Oscar stared straight back.
SORRY!!!!! I FELL ASLEEP!!!))
Precocious swallowed. “What-”
She ran a hand through her hair and tried again.
“What do . . . what do you think this is, some sort of childish feud?”
Oscar shrugged. “At this point, that’s all it’s become.”
“No!” Precocious shouted. “What you did was real, and it was vile, and I can’t forgive you for it, Oscar, not EVER.”
“You act so high and mighty.” Oscar sneered. “‘Oooh, Oscar’s such a bad guy, wahhhh!’ Why? Just because I was featured in Supervillain Weekly?”
He pointed at Precocious, her standing above him, him still on the floor.
“You, YOU are the villain here, Precocious. You have ALWAYS been the villain.”
“Maybe we’re BOTH villains!” Precocious shouted, her eyes suddenly wet. She wasn’t sure why. Shy should they be wet all of a sudden.
There was silence in the kitchen.
*closes her eyes* right. *pushes herself to her feet slowly* Hell- *gets up stumbling to an object covered in a tarp* *pulls the tarp off, climbing onto the motorcycle, pulling her leather jacket over her crop top* * revs the engine and drives off, one arm clutching her hurt arm, the hurt one driving off into the darkness*
*murmurs* fucking cold
((Niccolò I got to eat I shall return in about 20-30min))
Oscar held out the locket with a trembling hand. He was doing admirably to conceal his horror at the filthy seeping into his clothes, but his face still betrayed it. Precocious decided to pretend she didn’t notice.
“Trade.” Oscar whispered. “That pen, for this locket.”
“. . . Deal.” Precocious said quietly.
She held out the pen, he held out the locket, and quick as lightning they made the trade. Blue lightning snapped at the contact between their hands, and Oscar jerked his hand back, grimacing in pain.
Precocious tucked the locket back into her pocket, and Oscar did the same with the pen.
“I have to get to work.” She said.
“I should probably do the same.” He replied.
They stood there awkwardly for a moment.
((Alright.))
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*pulls off to a hospital* *looks up at it* I regret my life choices.
* walks in, immediately to be ushered forward to an OR *groans* mortal hospitals
Precocious reached into her pocket and removed a small, green packet. A moist towlette. She passed it to Oscar, who looked at her as if she were crazy.
She raised an eyebrow. “What?”
He nodded at the towlette. “You . . . you carry those around?”
She rolled her eyes. “Of course I do. If I’m going to be running into YOU everywhere.”
Oscar swallowed, then took the packet. “. . . Thank you.”
Precocious smiled. “Don’t mention it.”
They looked at each other.
“I’m going to try to kill you tomorrow.”
“You’ll fail.”
And they parted ways.
THE END
(Ahh, that was a refreshingly satisfying role-play.)
((That was lovely to read, Precocious.))
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((I ship them so hard Annika))
*feels people begin to work on her arm*
Doctor: is.. Is this a gunshot?
Sorry, I'm a policewoman. It's bound to happen eventually.
Doctor: the bullet- it's in your bone.
Jesus- *murmurs curses and bites into her fist* Rugh- go ahead.
*the doctors begin to take the bullet out of the bone*
(Oh Adra, honey, they secretly ship themselves with each other.)
((Canon))
*screams, feeling them try to wiggle the bullet free*
[is in not-talking mode again, and while I can make myself talk, it feels...unnatural, so msd?]
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*Drew walks around Blogland, suspicious of the silence.*
Drew: Hello??
(That's okay, Fabi, we love you anyway. You're Fabi-lous! Though I bet you've heard that one before.)
(Sorry, Drew, we're not very talkative. Niccolos been stuck in the past, Adra's been shot, and I just had a very exciting adventure with my nemesis and demon llamas.)
*Niccolo's
((Okay Fabi-))
*falls unconscious, to wake up minutes later with a terrible pain in the right side of her body* *gasps, sitting up, only to be pushed down, people still stitching up her arm*
*opens her mouth to make a sound but can't*
*curses mortal technology*
((Hello, Emerald.))
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(Hello, Emerald! And I suppose, technically, yes Precocious and Oscar is canon, Adra. Technically. Though their ship name would be really stupid I think. Precoscar? Oscocious?)
((Ay Em))
*her stomach heaves, jerking on the table* owewewewwww
((Anniscar))
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((Oscocious I like thatttt$)
(I don't know, I quite like Niccolo's Anniscar . . . Oscocious sounds like an illness.)
*they finish stitching her up and she rolls from the table* *salutes* *runs, a jolt of pain going up her arm with every step*
((Osmosis :3))
*hops on her bike and roars back to Blogland* ditches the bike, leaving it tipped over* *breathes out, wiping the cold sweat from her face*
*topples over* ugh gnn
((Osmosis is rather amusing, actually.))
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((I am back! Sooo Niccolò I have just said something to my mom you'd say omg help me))
(Osmosis doesn't make any sense but I really want that to be the name of the ship so OSMOSIS IT IS! Oscar/Precocious is officially: Osmosis.)
((My apologies, I don't quite understand...))
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*walks in holding head* Sometimes I wish I'd never crossed the proud people of the Mole Kingdom. Those tesla coils really hurt.
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((Oooooosssmmmmooosssiiissss))
*slips her jacket off, looking at her bandage*
Bone, huh?
((Queen of ships
Ay Trip *hugs*)
(Now I can't stop giggling over the fact that Osmosis is a ship name . . .)
(Ooh! Hallo, Trip!)
((Trip, Aretha would like you to know that she read "tesla coils" and shrieked, rather loudly. Then she spent several seconds flailing.))
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((Just never mind Niccolò.....lets just say now 2 more people ship Nafira who are not my parents two friends irl...okay lets continue our plot before I fangirl))
*breathes out, grimacing* God damn this all
(Hello. *hugs*)
Where is everyone?
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((AWH Who saw that one coming- Tesla ;3))
((Zafira and I are in the year 1516, in a forest in Ireland.))
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((I was rather hoping that would be the case Niccolo. *grins evilly, then disappears into a secret base to plot and scheme*))
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*pushes herself up on an elbow, groaning* *shouts obscenities at the sky, electricity and pain in her arm* *coughs, her eyes watering*
*glares at the crop top* DAMMIT
((I know, that was Yrip asking.)
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((If you should hear a female scream from Pennsylvania, Niccolo, my mother is currently fangirling as she gained 2 more Nafira shippers....))
*walks back to the firepit, falling in front of it* argh..
(I am in Seattle, having just had an epic battle with my nemesis and a herd of demon llamas.)
*goes into the bar and sits down on a chair, slowly exhaling*
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Niccolò....the last time I used that magic on people like them I started to cough up blood my body cant handle it at all... *breathes deeply* okay lets get out before Mevolent walks in and finds us
*goes through her bag with one hand? Her arm presses against her* Ah.. Ow.. Pain. Screw it all
*strolls down the street*
Bugger, I'm tired. I HATE llamas . . .
*flicks bit of intestine off shoulder*
Ugh.
Mevolent...? *lays a hand on her shoulder* *Zafira can feel some of the exhaustion melt away* *gets up and offers her a hand* Let's move.
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(Actually . . . I'm not sure where I am. I just chose a nondescript city but I don't know if it's Seattle, or wherever it is. It's not in the past though :( )
*shouts an obscenity at her bag, kicking it*
I HATE YOU BAG *glares at the fire, shivering*
WHere THE HELL IS EVERYONE
Tum, te te tum, tum tum, tum. Tum te te tin, tum tum. Tum te te te te tum, tum tum, tum tum te te tum tum *forgets the tune* Um...
God damnit..
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*hears Adra* Oh good. *gets up and walks out in her direction*
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*shouts towards the bar* YO ANYONE HOME
*relaxes taking his hand* yes they were Mevolent soldiers look their coats have the Faceless Ones symbol *Niccolò can feel me shaking* if he finds us we're screwed
Hmm, what's that . . ?
*looks up at bar*
That place looks familiar. I . . . I almost feel like I was here before . . .
*glares at the fire*
You are useless
I don't know why I brought you into existence.
*yells at the flames*
YOU DON'T HELP ME
*starts violently when she sees Adra*
Miss Adra! What the devil's happened to you?
*steps cautiously into bar*
Anyone home?
*shouts strangely* I GOT SHOT IN THE ARM AND I HATE IT I HATE IT SO MUCH AND ARGH *continues cursing*
Hello Adra, Annika. *raises hand in greeting*
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Ah! Good evening, Trip!
*smiles happily*
And how have you been since I saw you last?
Indeed we are. Zafira, if we do see Mevolent, I need you to run as fast and far as you can away from me. I've not yet sealed my name. I'll kill you without a second thought. *helps her up* Where shall we go?
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*glances up* Trip! *tackles him* *winces*
*grimaces*
Miss Adra, please handle the man with care. He is, after all, our friend and ally.
Hush, I have a right to
Well Annika, I was shot with a tesla coil, well, hit with one, so not fabulously.
Hello there dear. Are you all right?
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Anywhere away from Ireland. Far away. Lets go to Leeds, England. And if we see Mevolent....I'm not losing you I care too much.
*shrug*
Who am I to order around the great Adra? I am but a lowly monster hunter.
*smiles sheepishly*
Anyway, it's good to see you, Trip.
Oh shut up- *kisses him*
*blushes and looks away*
I *cough* I'll leave you to it, then.
*teleports them both to Leeds, England*
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(I'm going to take this moment to shamelessly plug my blog, because I post a large number of fascinating essays and short stories I've written, and I'm always eager for more readers.
This has been Annika's Shameless Self-Promotional Tour.)
*kisses back, taking a handful of hair*
But really, what's wrong?
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*doesn't let go of him once there* Okay. Let's see you know more then I do is it safe to be out here at night? If not I know where one of our homes is, my family is wealthy until 1776.
*sighs* I got shot in the arm. To be honest, it hurts like a bitch, but I figured kissing you was more important. I've already had it looked at, by the way- but... Yeah
------After awkwardly watching Adra and Trip, Precocious looks away, a familiar face popping into her mind. She brushes it away and preoccupies herself with playing with a tendril of energy in her hands.-------------
Oh... I- give me a moment. *turns and walks into a thin alley*
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(I dedicate this page to people at hobby shops who seem to have played every nerdy card game imaginable and have all the rules memorized and are always ready to help you find an awesome new game and don't judge you just because you're a girl who's into Dungeons and Dragons or Magic: The Gathering.)
Oh... It's not fun, is it? Being shot.
Do want me to grap you some painkillers?
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Okay *waits he probably can tell how nervous I am letting him go alone around here*
*sneaks into bar to help herself to a gin and tonic*
*walks back out* Zafira, do you mind if I...? I need to be someone else...
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That might help..
In fact, just come to the bar. *leads Adra towards the bar*
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*pours herself a gin and tonic*
Adra, can I pour you a drink that you pay for yourself? Nothing deadens pain like a good gin and tonic.
Okay... *takes his hand, following*
No problem. I prefer if its a sane name....one that won't kill me or ditch me John maybe?
No, It isn't... Good to take medicine with alcohol
No no, John is too... Too much... Excuse me for a moment. *vanishes*
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Oh? Well, more for me.
*downs one gin and tonic and genteelly sips the second*
*nods at Trip*
Don't be concerned. I don't intend to get drunk again. Merely braced for the trials ahead, you see.
Okay....*watches him vanish and then realizes* oh hell I'm alone in 1516....*looks petrified*
((Ugh god Zaf and Niccolo that sound really freaking interesting yah))
That wasn't drunk.
That was hammered
Annika, did you break into my bar and serve yourself a drink?
Bearing in mind I know that you broke in and sever yourself a gin and tonic.
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(Yeah, we're just putzing about in a bar. Though I suppose I can't get into anything too exciting if I have to leave in 30 minutes.)
((Im not entirely sure how to take that Adra. All I'm thinking is if its Alastair you'll hear me screaming from Cinci))
Only SLIGHTLY hammered, Adra. I didn't throw up once. And is it really breaking in, Trip, if the door is left wide open?
*laughs*
I kid, I kid. The money's on the counter.
(1516 wasn't /that/ bad.)
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(No, no, 1516 was quite a fabulous year.)
*swings on Adra's swing* ((Alexis is taller then you Adra))
It's still an invasion of my privacy Annika, if you payed or not.
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((Don't you dare blow up my phone I'll kill you))
No you were pretty hammered.. *wraps herself in a blanket to stop her shivering*
((I hate you Zaf no why that's mean whyyyy))
((Who said I was? And also to ZafTC it is scary she's never lived in the 1500's))
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