Sooo utterly cool... and wait till you see the BACK cover... Wait till you see the cover for the Maleficent Seven paperback — a thing of BEAUTY, so it is...
Oh we spoil you with artwork, we surely do...
Friday, November 1, 2013
LSODM Paperback
Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, straight from the pen of Mr Tom Percival, the paperback cover for Last Stand of Dead Men...
Sooo utterly cool... and wait till you see the BACK cover... Wait till you see the cover for the Maleficent Seven paperback — a thing of BEAUTY, so it is...
Oh we spoil you with artwork, we surely do...
Sooo utterly cool... and wait till you see the BACK cover... Wait till you see the cover for the Maleficent Seven paperback — a thing of BEAUTY, so it is...
Oh we spoil you with artwork, we surely do...
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«Oldest ‹Older 3201 – 3400 of 4969 Newer› Newest»Alexis: and what about me?! I don't belong in your world...
Bye Star.
And then what Chase? Can be then roam as he pleases? Live where he likes?
And what of the cure? Why would you not let others feel the joy of being free of their wolves?
#ChaseForBook9
*already has tears in eyes, eight pages in* *but that's because of what I know from what the series tells me later, and knowing that, this page near the beginning is such so shocking in the way Todd just accepts these things that are not not not okay* *plus I cry a lot*
*IS NOT HERE*
#ChaseForBookNine
*hugs everyone* :) REALLY leaves*
#ChaseForBookNine
*bye Star!*
*falls down to her side, dozing on the fallen tree*
*is still here*
ParaChase: Because none of them are my son.
*Lorcan suddenly sits up remembering something, he groans but stays sitting*
Lorcan: It was you. I remember, the silver experiments in the lab. The wolves had to be poisoned first to see how the silver responded.
You haven't come here to cure me, you've come here to finish me off! You've been poisoning me you bastard!!!
Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you that.
Oops.
#ChaseForBook9
Alexis: I'm gettung my mother you're gonna pay Chase you will pay
ParaChase: Silly boy, don't you remembered what happened to the silver infected. They were driven insane, hallucinated. They believed things that never happened.
I would not use you for silver experiments. You were not a werewolf when those experiments began.
*turns over restlessly and ends up falling from the tree*
Ow. *rubs her head* Bitch ground
*calls Mom and Zafira appears*
Look Chase I'm Grand Mage of America and on the Supreme Council, I belive it best to leave Lorcan alone
But it was your insurance if he ever did! If he ever became a werewolf, you would not suffer the shame of having a werewolf child, for your child would have tragically gone mad and died!
#ChaseFor ook9
Zaf, waving your title around isn't going to help here.
#ChaseForBook9
*bites carefully on her hand*
Hmm...
*bites harder*
Ow. No.
(Just ignore me. Don't even say hi or bye or acknowledge me.
But:
Chaos Walking-related rant:
It's not fair.
They did nothing wrong.
We came here and we fucking destroyed their way of life, we fought them and we enslaved them we we did the equivilant of cutting out their tongues so they couldn't speak, and now Todd has just been taught that they're these horrible things that are the worst of the worst and caused all the problems and killed all the women in the town, which is what WE did, actually, and he's just blaming them for the Noise and his ma being dead, casually like it's a given fact, and thinking that the swamp didn't smell as bad as people thought it did because they remembered how it smelt with all the bodies in it, and he was like y'see the spack have bodies that are good for swamp, like ours are good for soil, but there were so MANY bodies . . .
Me: No. This isn't fair. They did nothing wrong. They were happily living here when we invaded them. They didn't do a thing. This isn't fair. D:
*hopefully leaves now*)
#ChaseForBookNine
*The tears fall on Lorcan's face but he doesn't give into his tears.*
Lorcan: Just... Get the fuck out dad.
*does what Star says and ignores her*
*gets up* Well. *stretches* Let's do this
*is glaring at Chase* Oh I could...*clenches fists*
*starts off at an easy jog to get her muscles going* Right... I hate myself I hate mysel I hate myself I hate myself *runs*
Anger and power means nothing here Zaf. Only level headedness and knowledge.
#ChaseForBook9
I could do a lot Trip but I'm holding myself back
*ends up going along a wide perimeter for quite a number of miles and makes it back to the lab, huffing* *falls to her knees, barely breathing* *lays on her back to catch her breath* *feels like her head will explode*
Lorcan: Wait you must know how to extract the silver then?
ParaChase: It's never been done, all the subjects killed themselves or were killed by the silver
Lorcan: BULLSHIT!!! 3 fucking years you did those tests and you're telling me that not one came out alive??
...
#ChaseForBook9
Its possible he's lying. Now Chase lets be truthful. What did you discover in the experiments? Alexis is a Senstivie remember you can lie but I'll know
*feels a shudder go down her spine, the ghost of hands pulling at her arms and tossing her about* *shakes the memories away, before going for a cool-down walk*
ParaChase: There was one. It went insane for weeks but eventually it calmed down. The silver didn't leave it's body completely but it was found that whatever way the silver infected it, it was eating away at its lycanthropy genes.
This was never found in any of the others. They all had their gene in tact.
Lorcan: What happened to the live one?
ParaChase: It was released, blood was extracted for a relief medication to be made and it was let on it's way.
So its possible he can be fine? I want this done in the Sanctuary if we do this I don't trust Chase
Chase, give us the cure.
Let us help people!
#ChaseForBook9
Why will no one else think of the possibilities here? So many people could be helped! And you only think of Lorcan!
#ChaseForBook9
*ends up stopping*
*sighs*
I might as-
No. Don't. You don't give time for a pity party, Adra.
But-
no.
ParaChase: I only have one vile of the lycanthropy cure! And that is Lorcan's.
The relief medication for the silver poisoning didn't mix. Any of the newer wolves we tried to inoculate ended up being burned alive.
Whatever helped that one wolf gain back it's humanity as well as beating it's silver poisoning, has never been found again.
Then you can research?
We can make more! It isn't hard to synthesise things like that!
#ChaseForBook9
Lorcan: Please Dad, Trip and Zaf can duplicate the cure and help so many people.
The amount of teenagers or children, or even adults who have no idea they are lycanthropes will have a way to not go through what I've been going through.
And we can help you find that wolf again and you will go down in history if you find a cure for silver dad.
ParaChase: Whatever that wolf had cannot be duplicated at all. It' been tried so many times.
Lorcan: Why not? You always told me it's about research and trial.
We can try we can
*stares at the tree*
*kicks it*
Grr.
Grrr indeed, Empress
Out of my mind, Garret.
You made a deal, Empress. This is the price
Not all the time!!
No, but I am here now-
LALALLALALALALA *covers her ears*
*he falls silent*
*breathes out, going back to the fire and sitting*
We can make so many copies... It can be like vampire serum!
#ChaseForBook9
*sheds her lab coat, used to the cold weather and leans back, relaxing*
*sighs* If only Victoria and Antonio were here..
They could help train me back.
*pauses* Then again, that would mean they beat me up mercilessly.
Maybe
Lorcan: What about the silver poisoning Trip??
My dad was on to something if at least one wolf survived.
*is kinda confused*
Every time I see a packet of Skittles, I’ll think of Luciana.
Every time I see a crow watching me, I’ll think of Niccolo.
Every time I hear One Direction, I’ll think of Mara.
Every time I see a wolf, I’ll think of Emerald.
Every time I think of a fallen hero, I'll think of Chase.
Every time I see a shadow, I’ll think of Zafira.
Every time I see a candle in the darkness, I’ll think of Aiden.
Every time I see my little brother, I’ll think of Rhydian.
Every time I see my sister, I’ll think of Aretha.
Every time I watch Sherlock Holmes, I’ll think of Ember.
Every time I see a symbol, I’ll think of Adra.
Every time I see a shark or tuna or even a dictionary, I’ll think of Sharky.
Every time I see a bar, I’ll think of Trip.
Every time I see a duck, I’ll think of Duck.
Every night when I look at the stars or use a pen or see bubbles, I’ll think of Star.
Every time I see a secret code, I’ll think of Fabi.
Every time I see a kebab, I’ll laugh because of Jubi.
Every time I see a flame or a gust of wind, I’ll think of the elementals.
Every time I see a person in black, I’ll think of the necromancers.
Every time I see something out of the normal, I’ll think of the adepts.
Every time I open my laptop and see black text on a white background, I’ll think of Blogland.
Every time I hear people randomly burst out into laughter, I’ll think of you.
Every time I see a rose, I’ll think about the family who I left. The family who has saved me. The family who I would do anything for. My family. My family who I will return to.
One day…
Holy mother of God, Rose... *hugs*
Holy
Oh
Oh my god
Aw, that's so sweet Death. :')
I'll see ya soon. *hugs*
#ChaseForBook9
Holy shit Rose *is totes not crying*
*cuddles her* Until then
Rose can you not make me cry you awesome person *hugs tightly*
*three finger THG salute* To a person I love
*ends up walking discursively about, keeping her eyes on the ground* *stops, glancing at the wooden steps*
*shrugs her hurt away and keeps walking*
Love you guys like hell. Missing you guys like a drowning man misses his precious air...
*Hugs everyone super freaking tightly* I hate how much I love you.
Cheers!
(Also, someone slap me if I come back on...))
Will do your reaperness!
#ChaseForBook9
ParaChase: Lorcan you can't replicate the silver mixture.
Lorcan: I know you said it's been tried dad but these guys can do it.
ParaChase: Lorcan, you can't!!
Lorcan: Why??
ParaChase: Because I was that wolf!!!! And I have done nothing but blood test after blood test to recreate what had happened and it's failed every time...
((Goodbye Rose))
*ends up sitting* *does her best not to cry* *brings her legs up to her chest and fails*
Chase in this world....lets try? You don't know until we try. Nye may know. Ravel can let you work with Nye or anyone can!
((I think I fixed Dolly! Good now Derek owes me his life))
Lorcan: You were that wolf?? I... I don't... I don't understand dad.
ParaChase: It's been me all along. Your genes come from me, not your mother. I got infected with silver after your mother stabbed me with a silver knife but I had bitten her before she stabbed me.
By the time I was cured and free from the silver and my wolf, your mother was well into the bloom of being a newborn wolf.
There was nothing I could do.
*is actually listening but unsure what to say*
Or, Zaf, we could not give the potentially life changing cure to the war criminal, and maybe someone more trustworthy.
#ChaseForBook9
*ends up pulling out a knife* Right. Screw it. Screw it all. *quickly makes two incisions, and lays back in the snow, the white turning red around her*
*is just observing calmly*
#ChaseForBook9
((Nuuuuuu! Adwaaaaa!))
#ChaseForBook9
Trip Nye was protected under the Truce, it would be monitored in a Supreme Council Sanctuary as I don't trust the Irish enough as do many others hold my view.
((Eh, too bad))
*closes her eyes, taking a deep breath, waiting*
(Fuck. Adra! Bad Adra. No suicide. Bad. No. Live. Live or I'll kill you...))
((Trippy if we find her I can bring back the dead I'm not limited))
((OHMYGOSH THE SPACE ON THE LEFT SIDE. NOW I GET WHAT YOU ALL WERE TALKING ABOUT. THAT IS SO IRRITATING.
DEATH
DEATH
DEATH
IF YOU'RE STILL HERE
I LOVE YOU A LOT AND I'M THINKING OF YOU. YOU CAN'T GET AWAY FROM ME THAT EASILY. I SHALL EMAIL SPAM YOU REGULARLY. *hugs*
Also, in regards to the discussion that took place earlier today about characters and the like- I see characters- at least, my own characters- as their own people. I'm friends with most of them. Some of them don't get along quite so well with me. This is probably going to make me sound certifiably insane, but they talk inside my head all day. It's kind of like when you watch a movie with commentary in the background. Niccolò, initially, was one of the ones I didn't get along very well with, mostly just because every time something made me happy he commented on how disgusting or sad it was. Even when I didn't particularly love something, he did that. Basically, he would mock anything I didn't specifically dislike, which made it overall a lot less easy to be happy about things. That was, initially, why I gave him a voice here. It made him less active in my head. But I converse with my characters regularly. I also listen while they converse with each other. Often when I'm alone (because other people would likely be frightened) I imagine them in the room with me, doing various things. I have an MC chapter that describes it pretty well. I do things like Star did that time in Gym, where I'll ask them for help to generate ideas or solve a problem or figure out how I should react to a situation I wouldn't otherwise know how to deal with. Niccolò is different, though. He's not my character anymore. He was, for about the first two chapters of the MC. Then he ran off and created himself. I don't even know what to call him anymore, except just a person, who coincidentally happens to have no physical form of his own. And I think that's all I have on the subject for now. Sorry for ranting for so long about something I'm pretty sure I've already ranted about multiple times too many.))
#ChaseForBook9
Lorcan: So you've been trying to kill me because...???
ParaChase: I haven't... I just didn't want you to make the same mistake I did. I feel and live with my guilt to what I did to her everyday. I lost the love of my life because of what I did and I just don't want you to do the same.
I tried my best to suppress the gene over the years and it was successful. It was so much easier when you were a child but then when you got captured by Deacon... It was almost like I knew what was coming.
*Chase turns the top of his cane and opens it up. He pulls a vile out of the hollowed space and hands it to Trip*
ParaChase: You and your mother was all I had and cared about Lorcan. I never meant to lose you both.
((Rose, I don't believe that's possible...))
It doesn't matter if it got amnesty, it doesn't make it trustworthy! And, as I've stated many times before, the truce is in fact null and void after the actions if Nedrarian Seepine.
#ChaseForBook9
((You have, but it's alright Aretha. It's always cool to hear your description of it))
Oh. Thanks, Chase. Adios! *dashes out the door*
#ChaseForBook9
*appears in the snow beside her* *reaches out a hand to heal her, but seems to realize something and pauses just before he touches her, and looks at her as if requesting approval* Adra...?
#ChaseForBook9
Trip its still viod! You may as well freakin arrest me for Justaria! ((Hey Ari! Hello Coco who is lurking))
((I'm so coming to get you.))
#ChaseFor ook9
Oh! *goes back to Blogland leaving Alexis and the boys* My gods Adrasdos Dark
Hey?
Hello, Sparky.
#ChaseForBook9
*shouts back*
I may as well!
#ChassForBook9
Sparky! How are you?
#ChaseForBook9
Go on arrest me arrest Niccolò *laughs then realizes Niccolò is here* Oi hi Croatoan
Ravel: that's who you spoke about! Niccolò Croatoan the one that tortured you...
I'm alright.
Oop, gotta go.
((Hi Sparky!!))
*opens one eye* Don't you dare.
If you do
I'll tell everyone your little secret
((Bye Sparky?))
Niccolo never worked for Mevolent. And that isn't the point. I was just saying, you can't hide behind the truce any more. It literally means nothing.
Bye Sparky.
#ChaseForBook9
Goodbye, then, Sparky. I hope you are well.
*appears confused for a moment* *notices the incoming people* *shrugs off the confusion and heals her* *says softly, so only she can hear* I'm sorry.
*stands and turns to Ravel* Yes, I am he. It is my honor to make your acquaintance.
#ChaseForBook9
Oh yes he did technically he was why do you think he tortured me twice? Why Trip? He was technicaly under orders from someone on Mevolent's side SO you could arrest either of us though me it'd be a lot more messier with paperwork as I'm a Grand Mage but stil
*glares at him* You little-
I MEAN THE OBVIOUS ONE
THE ONE THAT-
*glowers*
*shouts into his head what she means*
Ravel: I would say who I am but you probably know me so I won't.
*smirks* How are you Niccolò oh by the way *smacks Niccolò with a thesarus* told you I would
(MC is an alternate timeline. It doesn't count as the war with Mevolent. Because it's the second war with Mevolent.)
#ChaseForBook9
Two words: Thurid Guild.
Grand mages can be criminals. You aren't all powerful dictators.
#ChaseForBook9
((I thought it counts or Alexis would never have been born she was born during the war..))
*gets to her feet* *walks off rather angrily, shouldering her bag*
Trip I know I'm saying you could easily do it you just would have fun with a bit more paperwork is all I'm saying. Though I prefer to not be arrested as I wish to serve on the Council
((She could have been born in our timeline too. It makes sense, it's not as if the war caused Javier to want a child.))
#ChaseForBook9
*casts a sidelong glance at Zafira* He could arrest me for far more than that, Zafira. In the first war, as well. The fact that none of you knew of my existence does not mean I was not there, or active in the war.
((Trip is not suggesting that the events of the MC did not happen, Zafira- that would be detrimental to my timeline, and Aretha's, as well- merely that those events are not covered by the Truce, because it was not the same war with Mevolent. At least, that is my understanding.))
#ChaseForBook9
I DON'T WANT TO ARREST YOU YOU SELF OBSESSED B*TCH! IT WAS JUST A POINT! HOW THE F*CK DID YOU BECOME GRAND MAGE? YOU'RE COMPLETELY INCOMPETANT!
Terribly sorry about that. (Trip is feeling... Short Torres at the moment. Terribly sorry, I didn't mean anything personal.)
#ChaseForBook9
Yes well we won't be arresting you Niccolò. *hugs then lets go* Damn it I keep forgetting to not hug you!
Ravel: Zaf don't hug him
A little too late
Ravel: Niccolò how did you handle training with her? I swear things don't go through her head
((Oh....okay))
((Also, the truce is null and coid, because Serpine broke it. So not only does the second war not get coverage, but niether does the first.))
#ChaseForBook9
*stares at Trip* Excuse me? I became Grand Mage because I earned it. When we lost Bisahalani it was I who stood up and volunteered and when it was voted upon I was voted in. I serve my country well and I am fair and just. I follow the laws I helped create I do what is right and sometimes it pains me but it is what it is do you think I liked locking my father away? So I will clarify: I earned my way to where I am.
*sits at her tree* *glares at where she just came from* *shivers* God damn them all
((Love you Adra *hits* no dying))
And you tootally don't abuse your power. Nooo!
I don't have time for you. I have a cure to mass produce.
#ChaseForBook9
*watches Adra walk away for a moment*
*turns to Ravel* I do not have necessarily conventional methods of training. Experience, I have found, is the most effective instructor. I taught Zafira to block by hitting her. I taught Aretha to avoid knives by stabbing her, and how to escape all manner of confinements by confining her. Admittedly, I've beaten her nearly to death on more than one occasion- I cannot claim any pride for my actions. However, I will hold that it was effective, if nothing else.
#ChaseForBook9
Since when have I 'abused' my power? You need it from Chase still moron! *flicks shadows at Trip and turns attention to Niccolò*
((*hits back harder* No hitting))
Damn... *gets up and runs as fast as she can, in no particular direction, just trying to get away, suffocating*
Greetings, Blogland.
*splits into two* *one of the two teleports to Adra's general vicinity, and follows her*
#ChaseForBook9
Hello, Sir.
#ChaseForBook9
Ravel: impressive. I didn't want to hurt Zaf but I'm working with her Elemental skills and it's rather hard. *sighs* I never understood why she fights with others...well it is an honor to now meet you. Anyone who can handle Zaf is a hero in my book.
*energy deflects shadows and Trip winces slightly* Breaking the law you created. See. As grand Mage, you really need to get better at the whole 'law' thing.
"*Chase turns the top of his cane and opens it up. He pulls a vile out of the hollowed space and hands it to Trip*"
I have it.
#ChaseForBook9
Ah, Mr. Croatoan. I had been told you were... Incapacitated.
Hey Sir
*keeps running, head on, doing rather good leaps over fallen trees and rocks, her lungs compressing with each. Step*
*walks off into the forest, tucking the vile into an inside pocket*
#ChaseForBook9
(Bye guyz.)
#ChaseForBook9
Why don't you get better control of yourself? Bloody fool.
((Night Trippy!))
(Goodnight Trip))
*gets to the waterfall and drops her bag and her shoes near the top, stretching her arms a few times* Ah... Gods, this is going to suck.. *dives in an arc off the top, doing one flip and splashing into the frigid water*
Good bye, Mr. Castalan.
*stands at the edge of the water and watches her*
*back in Blogland* I was, actually. I am still unsure of exactly how I managed to return, yet here I am.
*laughs coldly* I am no hero, Ravel. If you knew me better, I am certain you would agree. But no matter.
#ChaseForBook9
*resurfaces, gasping for breath, slicking we hair back* *for once, doesn't shout an obscenity* *breathes out, catching her breath from her run*
((Goodnight, Trip.))
#ChaseForBook9
Ravel: maybe. Out of curiosity where exactly are you from?
*stands beside Ravel looking at Niccolò* One day I want to spar with you Niccolò
Well, Mr. Croatoan, these things happen. I would certainly recommend examining possible causes of this event, but do try not to think too deeply about possible ramifications.
*grins* Oh man... *feels her leg cramp up slightly* Ow ow ow *tries to half swim/drift to the side* *ends up not moving*
((Has the sudden urge to reveal what was in the box and disappear, just because I can.))
((Sort of doesn't want to bump into the whole helpless thing though.))
((Isn't in the best of moods right now, so may not be here, and if I am, I might overreact to something and snap at one of you. I'll try not to, but if I do, apologies in advance.))
((Death Rose, I love you, okay? [hugs]))
#ChaseForBook9
((*hugs Fabi* If you do get angry, I won't blame you.))
If you are referring to legal citizenship, I am not from anywhere. I also do not feel any strong sense of loyalty or connection to any one country. However, my fondest memories are of France, where I was raised.
Perhaps, one day, you shall, Zafira.
((Hello, Moss.))
#ChaseForBook9
I believe I shall do just that, Sir. Thank you.
*by Adra* Are you alright?
#ChaseForBook9
((Okay, Adra. [hugs] Thanks...))
((Hello Croatoan.))
#ChaseForBook9
Ravel: Interesting. So I guess if nationality wise you'd be French. And I would love to see Zaf and you spar
*blushes* I'm not that good Ravel I'll be creamed
*eventually makes it to shore and climbs out, falling into the snow*
That was hell
Never run in a dress
EVER
From a purely logical perspective, taking out of consideration the many factors that effect such things, the mere fact that I am several hundred years older than you and therefore have that much more experience would gain me an advantage, Zafira. That has less to do with your level of skill than you seem to think.
#ChaseForBook9
Indeed, Ms. Dark.
*sarcastically* You would know, Sir
Well yeah...*looks at ground* I like to learn though I've worked with Ravel and Vex before and I like learning from many
Ravel: See Zaf probably any of the Dead Men would not have a chance against him. Maybe Skulduggery.
*smiles* Saracen wouldn't...did you meet the Dead Men Niccolò?
*by Adra* I would suggest that you move to a warmer location, if for no other reason than to ensure that you do not worsen your condition.
#ChaseForBook9
*pauses, mouth half-open*
Ms. Dark, I merely extended my sympathies. I apologize if I seemed offensive.
Already ahead of you. *makes a bumping motion with her elbow, and the bag with her coat are tossed from the tip of the waterfall by a rock down to their level, where she catches it* Eh, I don't really know where to go, though...
Sir, you weren't offensive at all
No? Awkward silence? Okay.
I must make a quick errand... *touches a nearby tree and a portal opens up*
You two are welcome to come if you wish... However, I can't promise it'll be jolly. *steps through into the even colder Estonian climate*
Jesus
Christ
Almighty
*feels Ravel hug me* yes?
Ravel: Stop worrying...*kisses cheek*
*frowns at the portal, and follows Ms. Dark through*
*shouts*
JESUS CHRIST JESU! CHRISTO! IUSUS! FUCK
*drops her bag, frantically searching for a heavy coat*
*can't locate one* GAAAAHH
This'll have to be quick, then. *sprints for the ashes and what little is left of the blackened and burnt home, just days previous burned*
*kicks through lots of debris* ehehehhehheeh WHERE IS IT
Er, Ms. Dark. I could simply lend you my jacket, if you are so cold.
NO
*finds the latch, hauling the hatchway into the basement up, falling into the gap and landing on an old makeshift mattress*
*it is slightly warmer down here*
COME ON IN, SIR!
*rolls off the rather shabby mattress and notices how the room looks the same, with the long trailing fingernail scratches on the walls, along with the blood stains ingrained everywhere*
*it smells like misery and pain down there*
*does a 360*
I can't see it.. *begins walking around the room*
*takes a few tentative steps towards the rubble, and peers down*
That does not... Look to be a pleasant place.
Well it- surprise!- wasn't. Fine. Freeze to death out there. *takes out a lighter and lights a torch, mounting it on the wall. There is a small desk and a few boxes in the corner. A small chest is at the end of the tiny mattress. There it's, otherwise, no other furniture*
Ravel: Zaffy...maybe this will work I actually am fond of your company
As you wish....
Ravel: *gently kisses*
*kisses back*
Ravel: Now...do I need to ask?
No because my answer is yes
((u better not meen sexy tiems Zaf if i wnted 2 reed bad sexy tiems, i wuld lok @ 50 shaeds of grey)
*sits at the one seated bench, riffling through a drawers with loads of preserved paper, ink written all over them preserved in ink*
*is looking for something in particular*
((He was asking her out....if I wanted that to happen they'd be in the treehouse and it'd be assumed as I'd leave))
*Sighs, and does his best to hop down gracefully*
*his right hand is clutching something in a death grip*
(Ooohh)
I knew you wouldn't be able to resist, Sir.. You alright, there?*pulls out a paper, glancing at it* *laughs, stuffing it back*
*gathers up a folder of poems, tucking them away in her bag* *does her best to shut the drawers*
Y... Yes. I, uh, dislike places with history...
*does his best to compose himself*
So, what do you have there?
Ravel: good now what shall we do?
Erm... Alright... I'll work quicker then.
It was a folder of my old poems. I was a satirist when I was a little girl.
But that isn't what I'm here for.. *opens one of the boxes, rooting through it*
*finds it* AHA.
*pulls out the jacket and gloves* Damn. These were hot. *tucks them away, but not before grabbing one or her thing inconspicuously*
Ahem
We can go now, if you are uncomfortable. I don't blame you. I'd be as well
...
A quick statement, first. When I jumped down, I did not see a ladder.
Well, there isn't one. Don't worry though.. *runs, jumping up, her one foot touching a ledge, and propelling herself backwards, catching the side of the hatch* *hauls herself up before leaning back over*
Run and jump to the wall, and take my hand. I'll help you up from there
Ms. Dark.
*looks up at her*
Have I ever given any indication of athletic ability?
*laughs* Fine, do it the gentlemanly way. *taps the wall, and the ground beneath him rumbles then the rock forms, lifting him up to the hatch*
*unsteadily wavers as the rock roses, and holds out his left arm for balance*
What...
*blinks*
Kind of magic was that?
*finally just hugs Ravel tightly* I really hate to go
Ravel: I know Zaf but we both have our own duties...you know we can see each other anytime
*sighs happily* What should we do?
Ravel: My dear I don't know
Alchemy.
Jesus, where have you been *offers him her arm for the one foot he would have to step up to get to regular ground*
Oh god....how will your friends react? Most Irish hate me
Ravel: they'll respect my choices.
Mine won't not my friends within the Sanctuary
Ravel: well unless we have kids it wont be a problem
*laughs* no more i have 2!
...
Ms. Dark, just...
*rubs his eyes for a moment, and then simply takes her hand with his left*
Ravel: *grins and picks up* What if I want to change that? Hmm?
I'll stop you
Ravel: *puts down* Yup sure you will Zaf *kisses*
*kisses back moving closer*
Ravel: *pulls away* Just because...*shakes head*
*laughs* Right then. *tuns her foot slightly, and let's the ground fall back to it's original position in. The basement and nudges the hatch back on* *nods* Come along, then.
Indeed...
*trudges after her*
Ahem.
Talk to me, Sir. What are you thinking?
Sadly, they are rather private things, Ms. Dark. I do hope you understand.
Of course. But, you know, if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm always available to listen. *gestures toward her portal with grandeur* After you
Please, Ms. Dark. It is your portal, after you.
Because what?
Ravel: nothing Zaf. ((Msd))
((Alright Zaf))
*shrugs* *walks through, to a Blogland which seems to be significantly warmer in comparison to Estonia*
*notices the ice in her hair* Ahahahahahhahaahahaa
No
Ravel: Hello Adra
Hey Adra *moves closer to Ravel* you're an Elemental!
Ravel: *holds close* I know
Hi-?
*walks in after Ms. Dark*
Well...
I suppose that was interesting. I do hope you profited in some form, from that excursion. Now, if you shall excuse me, I must... I need to go think. My apologies.
*quickly begins walking off*
Yes he and I are dating
Ravel: *smirks* I can tell that pained you to admit
Did not!
Ravel: did too...Want to see Saracen?
No
Ah- alright... *frowns* *closes the portal, glancing at the jacket* Man... I'm so dead. *begins to walk back*
*to Zaf* I thought you were dating him already. Huh.
*disappears after a bit of walking, one hand absentmindedly rubbing his forehead*
*glances back* *sighs* Right. *slips her shoes back on and begins to jog back to the lab*
... A?
... Oh. BLAST.
*ends up at her lab, all but frozen* aha. *touches the door and it lights up, letting her in* *she hits the couch, shivering*
*the door shuts as she carefully takes her poems and begins to read through them, noticing the apparent decline in happiness as she reads on* *smirks* Satirist? As if I had time for political cartoons
((HAHAHAHA
You have fallen prey))
Devious, Ms. Dark. Most devious indeed.
((What can I say? Imma rebel))
*gets through many of the poems, transferring them each to her computer, wincing at some moments* *sips her tea quietly*
*ends up closing her computer after multiple poems, trudging around her lab, too awake to sleep*
((I still find myself enamoured by the "St. Crispen's Day" speech from the movie "The Renaissance Man". I MUST see that movie!!))
Harrumph.
Very well, I suppose I dedicate to adversity. No blade was ever forged in lukewarm conditions, and I truly wish that more people would simply spit their challenges in the eye.
Hey :)
*raises glass* Hear hear, Sir. Succinct ded, I like it
Hello Saph
Fair warning, I may suddenly disappear
Greetings, Ms. Iota.
I feel ill in several different directions.
Ah, greetings, Ms. Braginski. It is a pleasure to see you once again.
And you, Sir.
You have my utmost sympathies for your condition, and I wish you the most speedy recovery humanly possible.
Heya Saprky- *hugs*
Holy shit
*SPARKY
Well, I must depart for the evening. Good bye, Blogland.
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