And because I don't have ENOUGH to do at this time of year...
Alrighty then, here's a fun little thing I've been working on, and I need your help. I'm editing together a video (and I'm very new to editing, so I haven't a clue what I'm doing) of many people singing what is basically the 12 Days of Christmas, but with a difference.
If you want to be a part of this, all you have to do is send an email to skulteams@hotmail.com, giving me permission to use your video in making MY video. We, in turn, will get back to you with the lines I need you to sing. You then go off, sing these lines into your phone or camera or whatever — it can be you, it can be you and a friend, you and your family, or a group, or a pet, or a puppet, or your favourite kettle — and send these (SHORT!) videos back to the skulteams address so you can be edited in.
(Oh, and one minor details, for those of you under the age of 18... GET YOUR PARENTS' OR GUARDIANS' PERMISSION!)
If you could keep the lines you sing to yourself— i.e. don't tweet them! — that would be very helpful! The lines will be given out tomorrow, the final deadline is Monday night, with the full video to be released on Christmas day, right here on my blog.
Provided I learn how to edit by then.
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*hands the phone to Mara*
(That's mean, Star :/)
((Star are you okay maybe you should sleep *hugs*))
(Star- also, choose something that night not break? Stress ball?)
(Yeah what Mara said)
*catches it*
OH MY GOD ADRA DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU JUST DID
@Adra: That would be awesome. :) :)
*acknowledges Zaf*
You know, I think I'm probably tired. :P
@Adra; The folder thing?
Me: *sitting in my lesson crying because the book I was reading this morning was sad*
Friend: Holly. Folder. Head.
Me: *does not care*
I feel sorry for her. I wreck, like, half her German lessons by being emotional. :/ Whoops.
I should probably get back on track with things soon.
But
IDEK
#ChaseFOrBookNine
Ahem sorry for spamming I just wanted to ded
I dedicate this page to Nathan. Omg that man I feel so bad for him all he did was raise Shiloh. He protected her and dies for it. Rotti bullies him into becoming the Repo Man and he believes he kills Marni 17 years ago when he really didn't. Night Surgeon is so hard to listen to because Rotti and co are bullying Nathan. And Nathan sings, "I remember..." And they keep saying: "Remember what you did...Remember what you did to Marni." And omg.
I also dedicate to Christmas because Christmas is jepic.
To Derek's video and hope he figures out editing and I cannot wait for this. I'm so excited for Christmas Day!
And...To the 11th Doctor...*Huger Games salute as I cry*
Hmm to Adra Em Nic Ari Anni Star and Harralie and Boglandians a like. I remember...
Danke, Zaf.
#ChaseForBookNine
((*hugs Zaf* Hear hear!))
What, Mara
You know, my life is just such a waste of time if I don't do anything worthwhile with it, so I think I might just sit here and try and think of something worthwhile to do with it.
Because I'm slightly out of ideas.
#ChaseForBookNine
*Raises glass* Hear hear
Still , that's mean, Star
@Adra: Not really. :) :)
#ChaseForBookNine
Star!
Don't say that!
You don't have to write all the time! Let yourself be immersed into something else! A book! Movie! Show!
It is, and I stand by it.
*glares at her* You put this up on my instagram and twitter. And you sent it to all the boys. Oh God, Louis is going to show everyone..!
:0
Oops
((Star! *hugs* What Adra said!))
@Adra: I know.
Damn.
I'm going to start crying now.
Like, for-no-reason crying.
But anyway.
*hugs*
*googles 'worthwhile things to do with my life*
*bause Google has all the answers, yeah? :P
#ChaseForBookNine
Yeah. Oops.
..
*starts laughing*
*Sigh* okay....
*Begins to laugh with Mara*
OH MY GOSH, GOOGLE DOES HAVE ALL THE ANSWERS.
*tries to stop laughing and make mind less tense so I can answer the damn questions*
@Mara and Adra: I love you. :)
Thank you.
You know, I think the most worthwhile thing to me would be saving lives/making lives better.
So maybe I should go figure out how to do that. *nods*
#ChaseForBookNine
*her phone buzzes*
Louis wants to know if he can join us, oh my gosh.
Oh my God! I forgot to tell Perrie and Sophia about the party!
(I can't stay, and I apologize for being overly-concerned with my own role-play more than everyone else's, but I would like to point out that I have deliberately not planned ANYTHING that takes place after this story arc is finished, so it could literally go in any direction, and that will be very scary for me, so . . .
*crosses fingers*)
(Become a Doctor!)
Ong
(Yayyyy Anni)
@Adra; I'm in set one for science. *grins* Honestly considering it.
*hugs Anni* I know it'll go well. :)
And of course you can be overly concerned with your roleplay. It's YOUR roleplay. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
(Yayyyy Adra . . .)
Good morning, afternoon, evening, or other, Blogland.
(That means Osmosis!)
(SIRRR!)
*Priya runs out of the darkness and tackles Sir*
Hi Sir
Lads, why is everyone going mad over Beyonce's new album??
It's a pile of shite, and I have all her other albums but this one... ewwww.
(Hullo, Sir!
I really must go, now.
Goodbye, Sir!
And everyone else, of course.)
Mara...
I ask again
The paparazzi won't get us will they?
(Bye Anni!
Oh my god Em I love you ONG)
Good bye, Ms. Barnosky.
*blinks*
Ah, Ms. Priya. Why did you just... Tackle me?
*is about to explode IReland*
*Priya nods vigorously* *Signs* "I did"
Um.
*looks at Adra*
Well.
I can't guarantee that.
Well, yes Ms. Priya, but why?
...
Oh shit Meera.
*Priya pauses* "Because I missed you, friend"
((when i first heard little white lies i was like aw it's so cute buT THEN IT WENT ALL DUBSTEP AND ROCK AND ROLL AND I THREW MY CUTOUT AT THE WALL AND GOT A TATTOO AND BOUGHT A LEATHER JACKET AND all the song is about is having sex with a girl tbh don't lie to me boys
((Zaf pls don't i will die))
*winces* Yep.
...
Quite, then.
*brushes a small amount of dust off of his shoulder*
So, I do hope you have been well, Ms. Priya?
*She facepalms* Oh dear
*Priya nods, sitting on him* *Signs* "I'm okay. Yourself?"
Standard, Ms. Priya.
...
If it is hardly trouble, could you please get off of me, Ms. Priya?
*Priya hops away* *Nods*
(Srry bad wifi)
Adra, I'm telling you this now. *warns* If you see paparazzi, do not use magic. Even if you think you've lost them. They are always around. Hiding. If you think you lost them, you should go into a shop, into the bathroom, and then go into a cubicle. Lock the door, and make a portal or whatever. But be careful.
Well. I hope they don't show up. I worked hard on this.
*sighs*
Thank you kindly, Ms. Priya.
*steps out behind Mara*
I'm always hiding as well!
#ChaseForBook9
*Priya smiles, and pulls out a little wrapped gift* *She holds it out for Sir*
...
Trip! *hugs*
*hugs* Hello. How are you both?
#ChaseForBook9
I think I'm really tired now . . .
I'm sorry.
#ChaseFOrBooknine
Weeeeell it was a bachelorette party.
But there is a male presence now
*Faints dramatically*
*blinks as he examines the gift*
...
*nods slightly*
Ah, I see. Ms. Priya, you hardly had to go to the trouble.
(Don't be, Star! Get your rest dear, and rest well! *hugs*)
But seriously, I love you people.
You're the most amazing people in the universe.
:)
#ChaseForBookNine
*frowns* There's only two of you.
#ChaseForBook9
*yelps* *glares at Trip, then her eyes soften* Hey, Trip. *hugs back*
I'm good, I guess. A slight bit worried that we might find paparazzi, but..
(I disagree.)
#ChaseForBook9
((*hugs Star* Nanite! Love you!x))
@Adra: BUT I DON'T WANT TO GO TO SLEEP BECAUSE THAT ISN'T DOING ANYTHING.
*hugs*
But you're still amazing, you know?
#ChaseForBookNine
*Priya shakes her head, and ushers for him to open it*
(Inside is a painting she made- a raging storm against a rocky coast, water splashing up on the rocks, as good as a picture)
And I am not going to sleep until I've decided what the hell I want to do with my life.
#ChaseForBookNine
(You are amazing too, Star!)
...
There was more people, I swear.
Hey, I have an idea. *puts on reflective shades* I'll be you'd body guard! *pretends to hold off paparazzi* No pictures, no pictures. You take one picture I will DESTROY YOU.
#ChaseForBook9
*To Mara* They won't find us
There was like.. eight of us. Swear.
*glances behind her* Did you... Hear something?
*Laughs*
How the hell did you get to Brazil anyway?
*sighs* Sorry. Just a bit jumpy.
You're amizinger Star. Sleep well.
#ChaseForBook9
Eh, the power of plot devices.
#ChaseForBook9
*laughs at Trip*
Ah! Paul! He said he was going to come to bodyguard us! And Toni was going to come too! Oops.
*sighs*
Well, thank you, Ms. Priya.
*carefully opens it, as to not damage the wrapping paper*
...
*he runs a slow eye over the painting*
...
Ms. Priya. You really shouldn't give such things away.
*Helps Mara up with a bit of effort*
*She groans at the exertion- not because Mara's heavy, but because Adra's weak as hell*
And you know when you think one thing, and you think another thing, and they just clash, and -
And you know when everything seems different, and the world around you is just the same, and it just seems so odd that it's still like that.
And you know when everything just seems not real, you know, and . . .
And you know when you just don't even know anymore.
And I think this is the last time I'm ever letting myself get tired.
Because it's not fun.
Unless it's just me.
But it wouldn't be.
Or maybe it would be.
And I feel like Oscar sitting here in emotional turmoil thinking one thing and then he's like no because this and even when he gets somewhere with a thought there's still the other though except, you know, it's me, and maybe it's all in my head, idk.
It's all in your head
It's all in my head
It's all in your head
YEAH!
And then I want to go and lsitne to Slipknot, but what is that achieving?
Slipknot would be good, though.
Brutal violent music.
That would be good.
And wouldn't achieve anything.
So idk.
#ChaseForBookNine
*Priya shakes her head* *Signs* "I made it for you especially! Of course I can."
*jumps up* Adra... you alright?
Of course, my dear..
(Adra isn't weak. She broke Trip's bones with ease, that ain't weak.)
#ChaseForBook9
(Generally, no. But the curse is having it's side affects.)
I only have this one life.
So I have to make it fucking count.
And idk.
#ChaseForBookNine
((Wbd doing editing))
*frowns* Mmm.
(Meaning- the nightmares? Barely any sleep, lack of appetite... Yeah.)
Star. SLEEP.
#ChaseForBook9
((*hugs Star*
I think you should sleep, Starry. It might help you settle your thoughts.))
(Star! Yes, of course, but you don't have to decide NOW, you have plenty if time.)
If you insist, Ms. Priya...
*quickly wipes a contemplative look off his face*
*carefully stows the painting under his jacket*
Thank you.
I don't even know what happened.
I was fine, and now I'm just sitting here crying.
And I don't even know what triggered the whole stupid thing.
I was annoyed, wasn't I?
Right, I should avoid being annoyed.
#ChaseForBookNine
(In the words of my comrades- "Sleep")
*Priya nods, then smiles*
Ms. Inkbright, you can make your life count just as well after you've had a good night's rest.
Star, sleep deprivation's a bitch. From the bottom of my heart, friend, sleep. For your sake and mine.
#ChaseForBook9
(Damn we all sound the same :3
It's early, Star. Think on it tomorrow. It's Christmas. Relax.
*Adra yawns slightly, and sips some water, feeling I'll again*
Blegh.
Mara, er... Hm. Can I get you anything to drink?
So, where are you going for this party?
#ChaseForBook9
...
Ms. Priya, sadly, I did not prepare a gift for you.
Hrm.
It was here... *points up to the tent*
And we buried Mara in sand
*Priya shakes her head* "That isn't necessary! I just wanted to thank you for, well, being my friend.@
No thanks, Adra. *smiles*
*"
@Adra: No, because when I wake up, I'll feel normal, yeah?
Plus I thing . . .
I think, deep down, I don't want to feel normal.
I think I want to carry on sitting here crying just so I can not be normal.
And I don't even understand where this urge to be not normal came from.
When I was in the first years of primary school, I hated playing Mums and Dads, because everyone loved it.
And everyone used to line up in the playground to get satsumas, and I didn't want to, because everyone liked them. And then my friend lined up and got them, and I was so disappointed in her because she was acting like one of THEM, one of the normal people.
And this anti-normality thing has just been in my head for as long as I can remember.
And I don't even know where it came from.
And I don't know.
And I don't know.
And maybe if I don't want to be normal, maybe I just broke down because subconsciously I want to.
And that's just sad.
And that's just sad and attention-seeking, and maybe I'm exaggerating it, and maybe I should just get on with my life (what life?), because that, but then again I'm crying, and I just don't know, I don't know if I'm exageerating it and there is no it, and the more I think about it, the more I', centrelying attention on it, and then it will be a thing is you focus on it, and maybe I want it to be a thing, and if it a proper ting if it's only there coz you want it to be?
And I'm sick of that exploding in my head over and over.
But then clearly I must want it to explode in my head, mustn't I? Because I don't want to heal it.
And maybe I should just pretend I'm making this up and I'm a roleplay character, because it feels like something that would be in a roleplay.
But then again, maybe I am making it up.
Myabe ther is not it.
And all the it there is, I created.
And oh.
And oh.
And oh.
And oh.
OH.
#ChaseForBookNine
Okay, Mara..
So I sippose the only reason I'm here is because attention-seeking
so hey
*leaves*
#ChaseForBookNine
(You of all should know that there's no such thing as normal.)
(Star... *Sigh* *Hugs* Sleep well)
Well, thank you once more, then, Ms. Priya.
*Priya smiles, then sits, pulling out a second board and some paints, working on that*
I'm back not that it matters
*Adra sits in the sand, puts her goes in the watery area, wiggling them*
Calm down Star. Sometimes I feel the need to wallow in self pity and feel unhappy, just because if I don't, am I still human? Is conquering my emotions really just crushing them? So maybe it's similar? Maybe you needed to feel bad for yourself for once?
But the being different thing...
Being different is cool nowadays, and putting aside how much that annoys me, when lots of us were younger we hungered to be different, to be special. But now, as we grow, either we blend more with the group, or gain confidence and break away. Are you still different because you want to be, or because you just ARE?
Food for thought.
#ChaseForBook9
Hello Zaf
((damn i'm hungry
and tired
idk i might go sorry guys /:))
(Okay Mara. Sleep well bby *hugs*)
I'm here again.
Because I tried crying all alone in the dark.
And I guess I'm asking fir help.
Because I give fucking help to people when they fucjing need it and you know.
I can't syop crying.
And I'm clenching my teeth so hard and I can hardly breath because I need to be silent.
And just.
You jnow.
#ChaseForBookNone
Nicely said, Trip
On second thought i shall go
I think I might find some criminals to bust. Enjoy your party. *doffs an invisible hat and leaves*
#chaseForBook9
Star, would a nice hug help? Because if that's the case, I suggest you find someone huggable and get a bit of support from them. Or a teddy bear. They're always nice to hug when sad.
#ChaseForBook9
Star, I know all too many times that feeling, sitting in the dark. Crying. Trying to not make a sound. It's hard. I know. Are you sure this is not a panic attack?
Like
I think that night be something to look into....
Right then. You might have to move, but get some water and sip that, in small little sips, yeah?
If you have a pet, go get them- hold them.
Turn on some music, if that helps. Open a window. Try to make the room as light as possible, so if it's really freaking hot like a sauna, don't let it be.
Thanks, Trip.
And maybe crying's like laughing.
As soon as you say you can't stop doing it, you stop.
And I think maybe it's because I tjink through saying things, so when I say it, I think it, and I stop.
Possibly.
And in that moment, when I thought that, self-analysed, I felt like me again.
And I'm just stamding in the wreck of my beain.like hello again, how did you fare whilst I was away?
And I'm okay now.
I am. :)
So goodbye.
Sorry for wrecking your night.
And I love you. You're rge best, nost supportive friends in this entire damn universe and however far I searched, I would never find people better than you.
I love you so much.
Thanks. :)
#ChaseForBookNone
*I suppose Adra stays there*
Anyway
Focus on one thing, Star. Do you knit? Crochet? Something simple- a small task. Repetitive.
*lying in bed*
*staring up at the ceiling*
*knowing that tonight is her last night at the Midnight Hotel*
One . . .
*her voice is hoarse and weak*
More . . .
*and she is very, very tired*
Day . . .
You didn't wreck it, Star. *hugs* You'll be okay.
(I'm sorry, I just read back in the comments. Star, I do hope that you make it through this. You're one of my favorite Bloglandians. May I suggest developing a nervous tick, like clicking a pen or jingling a key ring? it worked wonders for me.)
Any time Star. Any time.
#ChaseForBook9
*sighs, and brushes some snow off of a nearby park bench, before sitting on it*
Hello, Annika
*Priya waits for her paint to dry, and tucks her things away*
Hey Anni.
#ChaseForBook9
(I'm sorry for the abruptness of this, but Christmas plans were just made, and I must speed up my role-playing.
Fear not, you will not miss anything, and the progression of events still goes 12 11 10 9 8 etc. I'm just doing this scene tonight, rather than tomorrow night, for reasons that will soon become clear. I hope you don't mind.)
@Adra: We wete googling panic attacks the other day to find out if my friend has them, and she does. She had loads of the symptons.
It wasn't a panic attack.
Although the last time I had a really bad emotional breakdown, someone asked me if I did . . .
And thamks. Seriously. I won't ever be able to thank you guys enough, but maybe that's okay.
And I don't know why the hell I said that.
So I think it was someone telepathically telling me it woukd be okay.
And that's just so beautiful. :)
I realised halfway through this comment that I was meant to be gone, but yeah . . . :P
#ChaseForBookNone
*Strolls down a small road* So, I'm in Brazil. That's convenient.
#ChaseForBook9
Greetings, Ms. Barnosky. It is entirely understandable.
*Adra feels her body sway, and she falls onto the sand* *Her fingers curl through if, as she feels her energy begin to leave her*
.... I want to do that... but... I cant sing...well.... I don't think I can.... although I do have this creepy Santa who's head goes all the way around that I could film and then sing over top of.... na... I don't think so....
(Yeah Star, I used telepathy.)
. . .
Khasiis?
Are you there?
*in a world beyond time and space*
*in a black vortex*
*an eternal abyss of night*
*a little girl in a black coat is skipping happily*
*a red balloon bobbing in an impossible wind behind her*
Khasiis: I am always here.
. . . One day left, Khasiis.
Khasiis: Yes. One day left. Quite dramatic, isn't it? Would you like to beg for your life?
No.
Khasiis: Why am I not surprised?
I am here to beg for something else.
Khasiis: . . .
(Okay Anni :3)
God, this is going to be expensive. *sends a text, a moment later a very tired looking teleporter arrives, flips him off and takes him away*
#ChaseForBook9
Oh, and hiii
(I'm just gonna stay distantly/not here. Not sure what I wanna do IF i will do anything
Hii Snow.
#ChaseForBook9
Khasiis: . . . Go on.
You . . . you aren't in my head.
Not like Niccolo's names. Not like Cain's true name.
You are separate from me, in a world . . . a world of darkness. That horrible world of darkness.
Khasiis: Not a world. An edge. An abyss.
*clenches her fists*
The abyss Hassle Precocious locked me in.
But . . . you're not in my head. You talk to me from that world by . . . by some sort of telepathy.
Khasiis: Mmhmm?
. . . Get out.
Khasiis: What?
Get your voice out of my head.
Khasiis: That's the billionth time you've asked me that.
No.
No, you don't understand.
*staring at the ceiling*
*at the gently whirring ceiling fan*
(Hello, Snow!)
*Adra feels her stomach begin to burn, as her mind slowly gives our after being held back for the entirety of the day*
*She opens her mouth*
*And screams, her hands clutching at her hair*
Excellamt idea, Adra.
And Anni basocally said the same tuing, jut KNITTING.
*hugs Annika* Thank you.
Thank you. :)
Like I was sayimg, 'thanks' never cuts it, but . . .
@Adra: I did.
But maybe that's okay.
And whoever sent me that telepathic measage . . .
Idk.
You kmow, when I talk, I'm not really tuere. My mind is kind of in another place where it's just tjunking, and maybe that's why I'm a bir disconnected witu reality.
But I'm happy,, in my thinkimg-place.
Although matbe that's just coz I decided to be
*hugs eceryone*
Im not gonna rp... and I msd
Yeah, Star, your writing's very... Messy. Please sleep.
And I'm really going to go now.
But seriouely, I love you all.
Hope you have good libes and stuffs. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
(Okay Snow *waves*)
*Adra curls in a ball, sobbing as she drifts in and out of dark consciousness, images of terror and fear in both states of reality*
Then wanna eat marshmallows covered in the blood of our enemies Snow?
#ChaseForBook9
Of course, Star. *hugs* Good night.
Morning
I . . . I'm dying. This is my last day on the earth.
So,
please,
allow me to die with dignity.
*closes her eyes*
Get out of my head, just for one day.
Let me die without hearing your voice.
Let me die peacefully,
with dignity,
and decency.
Khasiis: *laughs*
Dignity?
DIGNITY?
When have you EVER had dignity? When have you ever DESERVED dignity?
Everyone deserves dignity in death.
Khasiis: Even a drunk,
a coward,
a liar,
and a murderer?
Yes.
Even me.
Khasiis: I refuse.
Please.
Khasiis: Why should I comply with such a ridiculous request?
Please!
(Huh maybe I'll vanish
Goodnight Star. Please sleep well.
#ChaseForBook9
Sure trip. Sounds fun
(Okay Zaf)
*Adra looks up at the black sky, and the riddled lights of the background* *Hot tears roll down her cheeks* *She tries to speak, but can't* *She looks at her arm- her outstretched arm, the words that are causing this*
Khasiis, please!
I . . .
*grits her teeth*
I am you,
you are me.
Isn't that what you always said?
Khasiis: . . .
I walk to my death peacefully. I will take it like a lady.
But please, Khasiis, let me die with dignity.
Let me die knowing I'll never hear your voice again.
Leave me. Leave my mind. You have Hassle Precocious imprisoned in your demon darkness of a world; play with him. Leave me alone.
Khasiis: . . . You really don't intend to change your mind?
I will not change my mind.
Khasiis: . . .
. . .
Khasiis: . . .
. . .
Khasiis: *sneering* Beg.
Ah good. *marshmellows rain from the sky, cuts open an enemy's throat and pours his blood on a marshmellow* Ooh! That's good! I guess it's lucky our enemies are the people of caramel blood.
#ChaseForBook9
. . .
Khasiis: . . .
. . . Please.
Khasiis: C'mon.
Please!
Khasiis: Louder!
Pleas, oh God, Khasiis please leave me.
Leave me alone.
Leave my mind to it's silent torment and go back from whence you came.
The curse still runs deep in my veins, killing me slowly. Nearly every breath makes blood bubble up my throat, now. There's nothing left for you here, nothing left.
Please,
please,
Khasiis, I beg of you.
Give me one last day of blissful silence.
Khasiis: *smiles*
THAT'S more like it.
Very. *steals marshmallow*
Also, this is really cool. *breaks off a little bit of the enemy's armour* Chocolate armour!
#ChaseForBook9
*Hands grab her form, and she's hauled over someone's shoulder, and carried through the portal*
*She's thrown onto a couch, and she smacks her head in the arm**She does not feel it*
*Tony sits next to her, and holds out her arm, then the knife*
Dear sister... I might have come up with a cure..
*Adra's body shakes*
(Those enemies sound delicious..)
Khasiis: I'll do it.
I'll give you your last day of peace.
Do you know why, Precocious?
*shrieks in pain*
*clutches her face*
*as visions flash through her mind*
Khasiis: Because I get to give you one last nightmare. One last hurrah before I make my exit.
*screams in horror and pain*
*as white-hot fire sears across her body*
Chocolate armour? You *eats some armour*
*yay not you
(Maybe I'll write this scene....see what happens
*finds self laying in my room when I see Aro, Vengeous and Serpine* What. Do you dare want with my life? What can possibly be so great-
Aro: Silence.
Vengeous: Mevolent explained this would be difficult. But I assure you you'll find joining us would cause less pain.
No.
Aro: *smiles and enters Zafira's mind*
No...no...! Stop!!!!!
Aro: *allows a memory to resurface*
*FLASHBACK*
Sarah lay in the cell. Justaria came down and Sara's screams echoed until Justaria brought them to an end, in death.
*Aro's voice filters in as Justaria kills Sara, Zafira's own sister in cold blood* Remember that you did that. YOU KILLED HER!!!
*IN THE PRESENT*
*falls to knees* Make it stop!!!!
Aro: Will you join us?
*is crying* No...
Serpine: *uses the purple vapour on Zafira wayching her writh and scream*
Vengeous: *kneels beside her as the cutlass cuts Zafira across the face, right across her right eye*
But that isn't the best part! *opens the freshly slain footsoldier's backpack and takes out a chocolate teapot*
It's a chocolate teapot!
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Khasiis: And you know what the best bit is?
*Oliver and Elincia Carrow lying, gutted, on the handmade rug in front of the fire*
Khasiis: You won't even know when.
*Oscar and Trish wrapped around one another on Oscar's couch*
Khasiis: Because I won't be there to tell you.
*Hershel Coin turning and running away as bombs fall from the sky*
Khasiis: You could die in five hours . . .
*Doctor Tarot lying in his coffin*
Khasiis: Or twelve hours . . .
*Oscar twirling a white-hot switchblade and laughing as she drips blood onto the floor*
Khasiis: Or ten minutes . . .
*sitting in a wheelchair, watching elegantly-dressed sorcerers dance at a masquerade*
Khasiis: And you won't know.
You won't know!
*Algernon pressing her against the wall and whispering for her not to fight back*
Khasiis: Have fun with this last nightmare, Precocious.
They are adra. They are.
(Oh the contrast. :p)
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*Tori leans down and picks Adra's body up from the couch and bringing her to a metal operating table, setting her down*
*Tony stretches her arm out, and Tori takes her hand in hers, the other brushing Adra's hair through her nightmare*
*Tori frowns* Adra, where's that boy gone?
*Adra blinks* *Mumbles* Probably pissed him off. Or work.
*Tori's frown deepens and Adra falls back*
Chocolate tea pot? Cool
Hello.......
So much glass.
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Greetings, Ms. Fabienne.
*mouth open in a huge smile, looks back and forth between the teapot and Snow*
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(FABI! *hugs*)
? Fabi....?
Please . . .
*Oliver and Elincia Carrow bleeding to death on the ground*
Please . . .
*Trish's hands in Oscar's hair and his on the small of her back*
Khasiis . . .
*Hershel laughing and swearing he'll love her forever*
Stop . . .
*Hassle Precocious, half-mad and deranged-looking, ripping open Doctor Tarot from chin to pelvis*
Stop!
*Oscar laughing, his laugh on key with her screaming*
Stop!
*locked in a wheelchair, helpless, as bombs fall around her*
STOP!
*Algernon's sickly sweet smile and oily voice*
STOP!
STOP THIS NOW!
*the door bangs open*
Anton Shudder: YOU ARE WAKING UP EVERYONE IN THE HOTEL.
*Priya's art finishes drying, and she wraps it up, finds an owl, and sends it to Precocious for when she gets there*
Yo Fabi! Check out this chocolate teapot!
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What are you thinking trip?
That I just found a real life chocolate teapot. They're very rare you know.
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*raises his eyebrows at Ms. Priya, but says nothing*
*the visions fade away*
*and she sits up in bed*
*breathing heavily*
Anton: This has gone far enough. It really has. I like you, and all, but you need to stop this late-night screaming thing of yours. I have enough to do, trying to deal with Mack and Brody, those two little blond twins who cause all the trouble around here.
I . . . I'm sorry, sir.
Anton: Sir?
Since when do you call me sir?
. . . Anton, I really like you. You're a bit of a BAMF, did you know?
Anton: *straightens his tie*
I did, actually.
I . . . I will be checking out of this hotel sometime tomorrow.
Don't ever change, okay? And don't change a thing about this hotel.
Anton: Oh . . . kay?
Thanks.
Anton: Are you feeling well?
Do I look like I'm feeling well?
Anton: No. Should I send for some tea? One of those wordy types that you like?
No, I'm fine. I'm fine!
Just let me sleep.
Anton: . . . Fair enough.
*leaves*
*shutting the door behind him*
*is freaking out* What did I ever do to you? What did I-
Aro: Remember it was you that killed Sarah that fateful night. You did those horrible things. You are Justaria and it was entirely your fault.
No...I never...I may be my true name but it is not my fault.
Aro: You killed and tortured the innocent. Do you rememer? *enters her mind allowing her to relive each of the people's deaths she killed*
I remember....I remember...MAKE IT STOP!!
Vengeous: Your child is dying. Niccolò and Hyde have her.
Leave me alone! leave me alone!!!!! *shrieks lunging at him*
Vengeous: *throws Zafira into a wall* Pathetic. I ought to just kill you now...
No...
Aro: Then embrace your true self
I am not a monster. *stands and uses the shadows all around me and sends them right at the trio* You want me to remember? I remember I was the violent one. I remember how I killed. I remember what I do to people that are heathens and traitors. Cowards and liars. I remember that I am the one Mevolent choose that night. I remember I killed the Baron once and will do it again I remember..I remember this is how I end the night with your DEATHS!!
Hello Sir, Trip, Adra, Snow, Annika.
Chocolate teapot. Cool.
I need to torture a character.... Now.
Wbd.
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*Tori nods to Tony*
*Antonio flips out a knife*
*Vikta opens her mouth* Antony-
*Antonio begins on cutting the skin out*
*Adra shrieks in pain, gripping Victoria's hand, moving so violently that the other girl has to pin her down*
*grins* in that case *snaps off the spout* let them be rarer.
*Priya looks up, smiles, and waves*
. . .
*lies on her back*
*and stares at the ceiling*
. . . I'm going to die.
This is it. This is the end of the line. I really am going to die some time in the next twenty-four hours.
. . .
*realizes she can't hear Khasiis's voice*
Khasiis?
Are you there?
*silence*
*smiles softly*
Well, we all have to die sometime.
I'm ready.
*rolls over*
*falls into a blissful sleep*
*and dreams happy dreams about tea and Poptarts*
I was going to fail at drinking tea out of that! How dare you?
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You little...
I ded to... delicious enameys.
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