Should I make it on a new blog....? And Blakey can you get the word out for me? I might write up something I don't have 24 tributes but it hardly matters I'm not doing it total THG you'll see.-Zaf
HEY PEOPLE IMMA 'BOUT TO LEARN YOU SOMETHING THAT I JUST LEARNED MYSELF ABOUT TEN MINUETS AGO AND YOU COULD LEARN TO IF YA TOOK THE TIME TO READ FOUR TO EIGHT COMMENTS AGO.
THE BLOGLAND HUNGER GAMES FOLKS, WE'RE GONNA KILL PEOPLE ALL THIS WEEK. I WAS TOLD TO GET THE WORD OUT. THAT IS ALL.
I don't know if you two know me but I've been in Blogland a bit before. But I've been exploring in the shadows and now I know every nook and cranny. I've also been experimenting with different forms of magic. I do like teleporting
You're new? No, not compared to me, and Velvet only came here a couple days ago. *she turns to Sir* Tea? Hmm, I wonder if that would work. She might run away after I tried to capture her... But maybe I'll try it. What a wonderful idea Sir Reingington.
I know her, she's new and lives in the UK. I spoke to her briefly or perhaps Zafira did. Either way, you do realize you cannot simply take revenge? You would think knowing me would entitle you to knowledge of revenge never ends well.
*she pauses, looking back in forth between Blake, Loki, and Sir* *she slowly moves her hands up to her hood, almost taking it off before she brings her hands back down* Um...
Loki you don't understand! *her voice sounds like she's close to tears, and she suddenly sounds younger, around 12 or 13* She killed them! Three innocent mortals! My friends!
Aside from that, for now, the status quo stands. Thank you for your inquiry.
Greetings, Loki. I would inquire as to the nature of your tone, but quite frankly, I am beyond caring, as I have long since given up attempting to understand you.
Very well, Ms... Misty. I do hope that your surname is not Future, for we very well may have a problem on our hands if it is.
Misty.....*is quiet for a long moment, but to him he speaks through the mental link to his sister, Zanida* Zanida, come to me.
Zanida: This had better be good. *Zanida walks into the clearing, standing beside Loki, the two are the same height but Zanida holds the Chitauri sceptre*
Well, it's best to let it all out now, Ms. Misty. You'll receive the traditional, nearly unhealthy amount of sugary-sweet comfort, generic assurances, so on and so forth, to an extent that the constant reinforcement of positivity becomes meaningless and almost as unhealthy as the problem it is meant to combat, as outlined in the unspoken rules.
Zanida: He has a point though. I do care about the people of all Nine Realms, I'll help anyone in need, but really don't mages have Grand Mages to go to? Doesn't Zafira Kerias live around here?
Ah, and here's Loki, with the callous rebound. Excellent show, very refined use of the ol' '76 Beneath Me, an excellent Villainous Vintage.
Mr. Soul, I do not know why most people do what they do, and shall not pretend to.
Ms. Misty, if you want to feel sad about the things that have happened to you, feel free. You have endured a terrible fate, and to feel despair is entirely understandable. But revenge is not a constructive outlet for grief.
Ms. Zandia, with all due respect, Ms. Kerias' traditional solutions to problems are either explosives, alcohol, necromancy, or a dangerous combination of the three. Still, feel free to attempt to comfort the obviously distraught girl. I am certain that she shall be entirely receptive to your statements.
(Very sorry for the disappearance) No, my surname is not Future, Misty isn't really even part of my name. But how do I get it out now? Velvet isn't even here!
Zanida: Zafira drinks? She doesn't now. Blakr, can we ask her-
Zafira: *looks down from her treehouse* Can someone explain to me what the commotion is? *it looks as if she just cane home from the Sanctuary, her Elders robes still on her*
Ms. Kerias, I can assure you that I entirely forgot about Justaria, because she is an utterly uninteresting person, unlike yourself, or, say, Charlie Chapman.
*she frowns, knowing her chances against Blake are slim* *before she makes up her mind...* *in Blake's head* *right now, you will shadow walk away and get me a cookie. It doesn't matter what kind* *she past power, a sensitive of sorts, able to make anyone do anything or anything she wants. Only Silente has found away around it so far*
*He suddenly straightens and looks around with a curious look on his face*
I'll be right back guys.
*He begins to sink into his shadow*
Erebus: Ignore that, you idiot. She's playing mind games with you. *responding to Misty* I don't know if you can hear me, but it would be wise of you to keep out of this mortal's head. It belongs to me.
Ah, and here comes the Trump Card Magic. A classic ploy, which is undoubtedly going to be disputed and a way around which shall be summarily found. Conflicting with previously-shown branches of magic, as well. I see that we are in for quite the doozy.
And here's Mr. Soul with the return play, ah, yes, I see, the dead God beginning to call the shots. Folks, we appear to be in for quite the show. You may wish to retrieve a pair of sunglasses, because the fireworks are imminent.
*she raises her eyebrows* Ok then. *-if Blake will join...-* *she sighs* Fine. Velvet is safe. It was an accident... *sighs again and reaches up, taking off the hood* *she is pale with bright blue eyes and blonde hair* *she appears to be around 13* I'm Forget Me Not, though forget is what people do... *and then she teleports away*
And like that you've blown apart any argument you could have made on how these events should unfold to fit nicely into your opinions. Kindly allow us to mold this "wet clay" as we please.
I had no intention of fighting her. What would be the point right now? As for focusing, she would have done that regardless and you're far more of an issue to me at the moment.
Use those formidable necromantic magics of yours to eviscerate me. Rip out my spinal cord and beat me to death with it. Call upon that festering corpse of a dead God in your chest to drive me mad. Tell me how you shall plan upon killing a side character. How are you going to justify it to yourself, killing a person, entirely without magic, sitting on a bench?
In a world full of world-ending mages, the end of the world is no longer something to fear.
To use the colloquialism, I am, in fact, entirely "done".
UK, Idk. It would be cool to know everything about someone by finding it out yourself. ...I actually have no idea and I promise I won't not be a stalker.
A wonderful response, Mr. Soul, that is entirely off the mark. Need I remind you that Mr. Castalan and yourself collapsed a building on me?
I have seen the way that you operate. You prefer convenience above all else. For you, fighting happens to be the path of least resistance. After all, why solve problems through diplomacy, when you can open massive portals to a place that will swallow up armies?
Good bye, Ms. Carzainia. Sleep well.
Ms. Jazzlyn, your inspiration stemming from me is mistaken. I do concur, however, Ms. Crowley and Ms. Inkbright do have fascinating perspectives.
Correct sir, it is the easiest path for me. I have no patience for idiotic diplomacy that leads to no solution at all. You suppress problems, I remove them.
Well, let it be known that I did not directly kill a single person that day. Those I entered into direct combat with were left unconscious but otherwise unharmed. As for the ones who died in the collapse, the responsibility is indeed mine.
Well if you want to be technical, as you so often are, if I were attempting to shut the blame I would be putting it all on him. I stated that he contributed to the destruction as well as I did, therefore sharing the blame among the both of us.
And what point is that? Are we still going on about your idiotic belief that I am nothing but a simple brute who loves nothing more than to joyously prance around murdering whatever comes to be in my path in the bloodiest way possible?
Ah, and there's the purposeful oversimplification.
Mr. Soul, through your actions alone, you have proven yourself to be completely, utterly, and entirely...
Silly.
You do enjoy combat, whether you wish to admit it or not, and your preference for it, rather than speaking like a rational adult, indicates a distinct need for power.
This whole "god inside of you" concept is utterly reckless, as well as unhealthy in a variety of ways. However, you continue to indulge and feed the desires of this creature, most foolishly.
And, of course, don't even get me started on your incessant dismissal of the viewpoints of others. Some days, you are just as arrogant as a particular Norse deity.
Frankly, at the end of the day, you act like a child, with no compunction for your actions. By ignoring the past, you condemn yourself to repeat it, in a future jam-packed with a preposterous amount of black.
Ms. Jazzlyn, there is no character. I am me, no matter who I talk to.
I hope that you elect for the former, Ms. Cryptic.
Kennedy! *flyingtacklehugs* And hi Elleni! *flyingtacklehugs her as well* I'm glad you're both alive too I'm glad everyone's alive I'm probably going to drown in tears of relief right now, so don't mind me.
It's okay *hugs Kennedy* See you around, blogsister. And I promise I'll get around to sending my reply to your email. It's still floating in my drafts folder :P
The humanoid dimension walking gentleman shark has the audacity to call me silly. I don't think that point needs any more explaining.
When have I ever denied I enjoy a fight? As a matter of the fact I'm decently sure I've made that clear on more than one occasion. It happens to be a major trait of my character.
Erebus is a part of my character, as much as being forever proper is of yours.
As for my dismissal of the view points of others, I attempt to not trouble myself with the problems of others as I have more than enough of my own.
Consequences of my actions. Here's an old argument I hoped I would never have to get into again. This world is imaginary. The consequences are imaginary. There is no reason to worry about them.
Oh wait, no, it's your turn to reply. That draft was my original reply to that earlier email... I knew that :P See? This is what happens when I get happy. I make stupid mistakes and forget to close brackets.
Mr. Soul, enjoying violence is not a good thing, no matter what impressions you seem to be under.
"Erebus" is no more a part of you than the average parasite is. You are not Erebus, Erebus is not you. However, you seem to have almost accepted this terrible situation, in pursuit of... Ah, look at that, more power. Well, anything to go toe-to-toe with the other dime-a-dozen True Names, I suppose.
Mr. Soul, exactly WHAT problems plague you? And how intense are they, that you can barely summon basic human empathy for others?
Mr. Soul, this world is as real as you make it. As are the consequences of your actions. Would you tell those men that died in that buildings that "The consequences are imaginary"?
In any case, I must egress. I wish that I could say that this was an enlightening chat, but unfortunately, all you have done is confirm my worst suspicions.
Yet despite your personal opinion, my views on a good spar remain unchanged.
Yes, Erebus is a parasite that wants nothing more than to break the remaining four seals and take complete control of this body of mine. I am making the best of a bad situation, as I normally attempt to do.
My problems are my own, if I wanted to share them I would have by now.
How do you propose I talk to figments of imagination conjured up to fill a temporary plot?
And now that that is over how are the rest of you doing this evening or whatever time it happens to be where you are?
YES MY GUESS WAS RIGHT SORTA Okay so I guessed Dug as opposed to forget me not Which is SORTA right.. Its like guessing Ashlea instead of Sil. Sorta. Not really..
*does backwards flips of happiness and dances in the rain* *is still crying a little, which is utterly ridiculous because I never cry irl* *no-one appears to have told the tears that*
Blake, believe me, sleep now and you have the whole week to continue the debate in a better frame of mind. *realises I can actually sleep a full night tonight for the first time in months* *starts flipping out again* Ignore me while I sob giggle.
*has recovered front sob giggles and is slightly more sane now* I have to have my shower in a minute, so hi/bye Soph! Sil, I was giggling and sobbing out of relief, because this bad thing has been hanging over me for months, almost a year, and it's over. The giggling was out of happiness that my life is going back to normal. The sobbing was because I can take heartbreak, physical pain, emotional pain, stress and fear: but relief? Relief takes the heart out of me.
Gtg mow. Goodbye everyone! *throws out hugs and fishcakes*
Liliana: I thought so. But unfortunately, you have fought against me. And now you come into my home and blatantly lie. *her hand glows purple, and chains snake out of the walls, clicking in place around Silente's wrists, ankles and neck* You will not be leaving.
(It is - but unfortunately, one cannot just enter Minerve's realm. Unless of course you are the son of a god or goddess who appear to be able to walk through dimensions. And even doing that, it requires finding a weak spot - in this case, Liliana's castle. But Blake does not know who Liliana is, or that she even has a castle. Nor would he know Silente is in Minerve's realm.)
Liliana: I wonder what vampire blood tastes like...
(All of which is true. Serious question here I'm not trying to be difficult. As we know, Erebus is kinda the god of darkness sooo..? His power is being suppressed by the remaining four seals, but darkness in general is kind of his thing. As in he is darkness.)
Liliana: Well, it is a little too late, now. Is it not? *strokes her neck with her fingernails* You are always changing your mind. All I want to do is have some fun.
Liliana: I am the daughter of a goddess. I am immune to sickness. *brushes her lips over her neck, then bites, pushing her fangs into her skin* (For the record - this has no effect other than the injury.)
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Well, if there was ever an appropriate use for the word "pickle" outside of the fruit (vegetable?) that was it.
Wait. Wait. Aren't cucumbers the same thing as pickles?
(Let's hope she gets better, Zaf.)
Scratch the if, I just got the call that we do not have school tomorrow so I will do the set up tomorrow.-Zaf
Can't wait.
Should I make it on a new blog....? And Blakey can you get the word out for me? I might write up something I don't have 24 tributes but it hardly matters I'm not doing it total THG you'll see.-Zaf
-whispers- zaf... email...
*whispers* Sil, why are we whispering?
-whispers- so no one knows we aren't asleep
HEY PEOPLE IMMA 'BOUT TO LEARN YOU SOMETHING THAT I JUST LEARNED MYSELF ABOUT TEN MINUETS AGO AND YOU COULD LEARN TO IF YA TOOK THE TIME TO READ FOUR TO EIGHT COMMENTS AGO.
THE BLOGLAND HUNGER GAMES FOLKS, WE'RE GONNA KILL PEOPLE ALL THIS WEEK. I WAS TOLD TO GET THE WORD OUT. THAT IS ALL.
I think I scared everyone off...
-whispers- nah
OH GOOD.
*Huggles sil*
I AM IN A LOUD MOOD. AND A HUG-Y MOOD.
-blinks-
-isn't used to Blake huggles- ...
*Huggles Sil tighter, lifting her off her feet*
In a moment of clarity I realize how much I'll regret this later BUT AS OF RIGHT NOW: HUGGLES!
-wriggles in the huggle-
Cause this isn't weird!
*tacklehugs Sil and Blake*
Sil god damn it you're a good person! You're an amazing person! c:
WHY AM I BEING HUGGED AND COMPLIMENTED??
WHAT IS HAPPENING??
IS THIS A CONSPIRACY??
WHY IS BLAKE HUGGING AND NOT BEING COMPLIMENTED??
THIS IS A CONSPIRACY!!
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Actually you guys usually yell at Blake for fighting and stuff.
...
STILL, WHY AM I HUGGING?!
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Why? Because I've figured out who screw-up alpha is.
It's not you.
You're amazing.
Now sleep. *hugs Sil tightly*
Eh, calm now.
*lets go of Sil and starts making random shapes out of shadows*
*softly whispers* Good night.
'Night Tia.
*teleports into Blogland, leaning against a tree*
*watches, waiting for someone to come*
Who is here?
*sighs when no one shows up and disappears, though she'll be back if anyone shows up*
I am, apparently a strange hooded figure is as well. So... two me's.
Oh, never mind.
*teleports back in quickly, her hood still covering her face*
*under the hood she's smirking*
Hello great and powerful Loki
*bows mockingly*
Oh and Blake! Aren't I lucky
*sighs* If this is someone connected to Rose, I have not the paitence for games. What do you want?
For once- wait no this makes twice, I'm with Loki.
*beneath the hood she stops laughing*
No, I promise, I have nothing to do with Rose.
Somehow, I hardly believe that. *looks at Blake* I shall take it that this is only for a short time.
So then who are you? Or do you have no intention of telling us.
No, I promise, I'm really not rose!
That's wonderful, but then who are you?
Yes, do tell us, since you seem to know a bit about us.
Later...
But no one can know until I get revenge. She doesn't know me, doesn't recognize me as a friend of the girls she killed.
I'm gonna go out on a limb here and guess she's after Silente, your thoughts o silver-tongued one?
Of.....who? The only two women around are Zanida and Zafira, and I hardly doubt either have upset you. Unless....do you speak of Silente?
*looks at Blake, smirking* Of course she is after Silente. When is someone not after her? I hardly doubt Zafira or Zanida have upset this person.
I don't know if you two know me but I've been in Blogland a bit before. But I've been exploring in the shadows and now I know every nook and cranny.
I've also been experimenting with different forms of magic. I do like teleporting
Doubt it, and even if Chione did she'd have to be a bit dull to go after her.
No, it's not Silente or Chi. Why would I be after her?
No, I'm after her
*she spits out the name*
Velvet Shadows
Well, that's a tad rude. Have you attempted to merely talk things out over a nice cup of tea?
There's a name I can't remember hearing before. Then again I'm relatively new here so I hope nobody is surprised or offended.
You're new?
No, not compared to me, and Velvet only came here a couple days ago.
*she turns to Sir*
Tea? Hmm, I wonder if that would work.
She might run away after I tried to capture her...
But maybe I'll try it. What a wonderful idea Sir Reingington.
Indeed. You seem to have collected my name. May I have the pleasure of yours, Ms...?
I know her, she's new and lives in the UK. I spoke to her briefly or perhaps Zafira did. Either way, you do realize you cannot simply take revenge? You would think knowing me would entitle you to knowledge of revenge never ends well.
Oh, must've missed her then. I have been absent these past few days...
Hi Sir, how're things in the world of true gentlemen?
*she pauses, looking back in forth between Blake, Loki, and Sir*
*she slowly moves her hands up to her hood, almost taking it off before she brings her hands back down*
Um...
Hello, Sir. *something in his tone suggests Sir is a Midgardian that he respects*
Ms. Misty or just Misty is fine for now, Sir.
Your name. That is all we want. You know all of ours.
Loki you don't understand!
*her voice sounds like she's close to tears, and she suddenly sounds younger, around 12 or 13*
She killed them! Three innocent mortals! My friends!
Things fall apart, Mr. Soul.
Aside from that, for now, the status quo stands. Thank you for your inquiry.
Greetings, Loki. I would inquire as to the nature of your tone, but quite frankly, I am beyond caring, as I have long since given up attempting to understand you.
Very well, Ms... Misty. I do hope that your surname is not Future, for we very well may have a problem on our hands if it is.
Misty.....*is quiet for a long moment, but to him he speaks through the mental link to his sister, Zanida* Zanida, come to me.
Zanida: This had better be good. *Zanida walks into the clearing, standing beside Loki, the two are the same height but Zanida holds the Chitauri sceptre*
Oh hey Zan. So Misty, you mind telling us what happened so that we do understand?
Zanida: Hello, Blake.
*Tut.*
Ah, I see. Another tragic backstory.
Well, it's best to let it all out now, Ms. Misty. You'll receive the traditional, nearly unhealthy amount of sugary-sweet comfort, generic assurances, so on and so forth, to an extent that the constant reinforcement of positivity becomes meaningless and almost as unhealthy as the problem it is meant to combat, as outlined in the unspoken rules.
Except, I could care less if three Midgardians die. They are all beneath me. *vanishes*
My god Sir I really couldn't have said it better myself.
Zanida: He has a point though. I do care about the people of all Nine Realms, I'll help anyone in need, but really don't mages have Grand Mages to go to? Doesn't Zafira Kerias live around here?
Well seems as nobody really as any clue of where Blogland is and she's Grand Mage of America, we can't say for certain.
Ah, and here's Loki, with the callous rebound. Excellent show, very refined use of the ol' '76 Beneath Me, an excellent Villainous Vintage.
Mr. Soul, I do not know why most people do what they do, and shall not pretend to.
Ms. Misty, if you want to feel sad about the things that have happened to you, feel free. You have endured a terrible fate, and to feel despair is entirely understandable. But revenge is not a constructive outlet for grief.
Ms. Zandia, with all due respect, Ms. Kerias' traditional solutions to problems are either explosives, alcohol, necromancy, or a dangerous combination of the three. Still, feel free to attempt to comfort the obviously distraught girl. I am certain that she shall be entirely receptive to your statements.
((And to the newbies- Yes, TDOTL happened, but who ever said Zafira didn't have her reflection instead? Reflection not her. You know what I mean.-Zaf
(Very sorry for the disappearance)
No, my surname is not Future, Misty isn't really even part of my name.
But how do I get it out now? Velvet isn't even here!
Zanida: Zafira drinks? She doesn't now. Blakr, can we ask her-
Zafira: *looks down from her treehouse* Can someone explain to me what the commotion is? *it looks as if she just cane home from the Sanctuary, her Elders robes still on her*
(I laughed so hard Zaf... sorry! XD)
Ms. Kerias, I commend you on your decision to continually live in a treehouse, despite your status as a Grand Mage.
Ms. Zandia, she would if she could. I do believe I remember a specific substance known as "Tumblesoz"...
You could see a professional psychiatrist, Ms. Misty.
You say necromancy and explosions as though they're bad solutions, Sir.
That would be due to the fact that they are, Mr. Soul. If Blogland needs less of a single thing, it is magic.
Just curious, would you all try to stop me if I tried to kill Velvet?
Unfortunately, Blogland seems to be a place comprised entirely of just that.
I don't know her, so it really wouldn't be my place to step in.
...
Though I might do it just for the fight.
Zafira: Thank you, and I hardly drink, what with the Asgardians around.
Zanida: Look, this girl is claiming there is a murderer.
Zafira: Oh. Wonderful. *shadow-walks down* Oh, and Sir, did you forget Justaria?
((I cried. Then took a dart board to Derek's face. It was funny.-Zaf
Appearances can be deceiving, Mr. Soul.
Ms. Alias, I am legitimately unsure if I can even leave my park bench, at this point. I would attempt to, but I doubt that a difference would be made.
Zafira: Well according to Sanctuary law, I should stop you. Though due to the fact I prefer living....I still would step in.
Ms. Kerias, I can assure you that I entirely forgot about Justaria, because she is an utterly uninteresting person, unlike yourself, or, say, Charlie Chapman.
Zafira: She is my dear true name, though she hardly can come out unless I will her to.
Did you just compare someone of the modern world to Charlie Chapman? And here I thought you were cultured.
*she frowns, knowing her chances against Blake are slim*
*before she makes up her mind...*
*in Blake's head*
*right now, you will shadow walk away and get me a cookie. It doesn't matter what kind*
*she past power, a sensitive of sorts, able to make anyone do anything or anything she wants. Only Silente has found away around it so far*
Oh, I knew that much, Ms. Kerias. After all, if a person is to be cryptically referred to, I would wager that the person is actually a true name.
Mr. Soul, oddly specific examples are, in fact, proven to be the best examples.
**her
*He suddenly straightens and looks around with a curious look on his face*
I'll be right back guys.
*He begins to sink into his shadow*
Erebus: Ignore that, you idiot. She's playing mind games with you. *responding to Misty* I don't know if you can hear me, but it would be wise of you to keep out of this mortal's head. It belongs to me.
*Blake stops and glares at Misty*
Nice try.
Ah, and here comes the Trump Card Magic. A classic ploy, which is undoubtedly going to be disputed and a way around which shall be summarily found. Conflicting with previously-shown branches of magic, as well. I see that we are in for quite the doozy.
And here's Mr. Soul with the return play, ah, yes, I see, the dead God beginning to call the shots. Folks, we appear to be in for quite the show. You may wish to retrieve a pair of sunglasses, because the fireworks are imminent.
And here we see the usually neutral Sir with the sarcastic commentary, I do believe I preferred him as a silent onlooker.
Mr. Soul, when have I ever claimed to be neutral?
Passive, certainly. Unflappable? Naturally. Unaffected? Well, that is essentially a guarantee.
Mr. Soul, I assure you that the commentary is, in fact, one hundred percent accurate to reality.
However, given the fact that we are in Blogland, reality is about as malleable as wet clay.
*she raises her eyebrows*
Ok then.
*-if Blake will join...-*
*she sighs*
Fine. Velvet is safe.
It was an accident...
*sighs again and reaches up, taking off the hood*
*she is pale with bright blue eyes and blonde hair*
*she appears to be around 13*
I'm Forget Me Not, though forget is what people do...
*and then she teleports away*
And like that you've blown apart any argument you could have made on how these events should unfold to fit nicely into your opinions. Kindly allow us to mold this "wet clay" as we please.
You appear to be a bit late on that front, Mr. Soul. Perhaps you should have focused more upon your would-be opponent, rather than the peanut gallery.
I had no intention of fighting her. What would be the point right now? As for focusing, she would have done that regardless and you're far more of an issue to me at the moment.
Don't smirk Elleni! I was bored!
I also haven't role played in a while..
:)))))))))))
*hugs*
I also feel like me again! (Which is always a plus! :P)
Ooh! Sounds cool! Is it good?
Very well, Mr. Soul. Deal with me, this "issue".
Use those formidable necromantic magics of yours to eviscerate me. Rip out my spinal cord and beat me to death with it. Call upon that festering corpse of a dead God in your chest to drive me mad.
Tell me how you shall plan upon killing a side character. How are you going to justify it to yourself, killing a person, entirely without magic, sitting on a bench?
In a world full of world-ending mages, the end of the world is no longer something to fear.
To use the colloquialism, I am, in fact, entirely "done".
Oh, ok! Well lemme know! I'm out of books...:((
Sherlooooocccccckkkkk!!!
This is going to sound really odd and creepy but I've always wanted to stalk someone.
UK, Idk. It would be cool to know everything about someone by finding it out yourself.
...I actually have no idea and I promise I won't not be a stalker.
You seem to think fighting is all I can do. Here I was, thinking you to be intelligent and observant.
Ok, . I SHOULD sheep goodnight!
A wonderful response, Mr. Soul, that is entirely off the mark. Need I remind you that Mr. Castalan and yourself collapsed a building on me?
I have seen the way that you operate. You prefer convenience above all else. For you, fighting happens to be the path of least resistance. After all, why solve problems through diplomacy, when you can open massive portals to a place that will swallow up armies?
Good bye, Ms. Carzainia. Sleep well.
Ms. Jazzlyn, your inspiration stemming from me is mistaken. I do concur, however, Ms. Crowley and Ms. Inkbright do have fascinating perspectives.
Correct sir, it is the easiest path for me. I have no patience for idiotic diplomacy that leads to no solution at all. You suppress problems, I remove them.
Because, of course, the use of violent force on the mere symptoms of a larger, more far-reaching issue is the best way to "remove" problems.
Indeed, who truly does have time for "idiotic diplomacy" when one can go out, having a jolly old time caving heads in?
Do you know the exact number of how many soldiers you killed in that building?
I assume you do?
I happen to know how many I killed. Unfortunately, I did not quite get the chance to peruse all the rooms that you had your fun in.
Well, let it be known that I did not directly kill a single person that day. Those I entered into direct combat with were left unconscious but otherwise unharmed. As for the ones who died in the collapse, the responsibility is indeed mine.
And technically Trip contributed to that as well.
Lovely.
Mr. Soul, do you happen to actually know how deadly a collapsing building is?
Not many made it out alive.
Still, I suppose that, at the very end of the day, our discussion is futile. Our difference in opinion stems from a basic conflict in our viewpoints.
I have my own choice words for Mr. Castalan. Attempting to shunt the blame off to him is doing you no favors, however.
Not shunt, share.
Potato, potato, both are still the same potato.
Hello!
*hugs everyone*
You are all so precious to me and right no I'm so glad to be alive.
Well if you want to be technical, as you so often are, if I were attempting to shut the blame I would be putting it all on him. I stated that he contributed to the destruction as well as I did, therefore sharing the blame among the both of us.
Greetings, Ms. Iota. That is truly lovely to hear.
Mr. Soul, perhaps if you could focus upon my actual point, rather than a single word?
*now
This is what happens when I type while overly relieved/happy. I make typos and forget to check for them -_-
Hello, Sir! Hi Blake!
And what point is that? Are we still going on about your idiotic belief that I am nothing but a simple brute who loves nothing more than to joyously prance around murdering whatever comes to be in my path in the bloodiest way possible?
Hi, Saph.
I'm not sure whether this debate is interesting to watch or whether I want to start shouting something.
Ah, and there's the purposeful oversimplification.
Mr. Soul, through your actions alone, you have proven yourself to be completely, utterly, and entirely...
Silly.
You do enjoy combat, whether you wish to admit it or not, and your preference for it, rather than speaking like a rational adult, indicates a distinct need for power.
This whole "god inside of you" concept is utterly reckless, as well as unhealthy in a variety of ways. However, you continue to indulge and feed the desires of this creature, most foolishly.
And, of course, don't even get me started on your incessant dismissal of the viewpoints of others. Some days, you are just as arrogant as a particular Norse deity.
Frankly, at the end of the day, you act like a child, with no compunction for your actions. By ignoring the past, you condemn yourself to repeat it, in a future jam-packed with a preposterous amount of black.
Ms. Jazzlyn, there is no character. I am me, no matter who I talk to.
I hope that you elect for the former, Ms. Cryptic.
Thank you for the compliment, I suppose, Ms. Jazzlyn.
Kennedy! *flyingtacklehugs*
And hi Elleni! *flyingtacklehugs her as well*
I'm glad you're both alive too
I'm glad everyone's alive
I'm probably going to drown in tears of relief right now, so don't mind me.
(Also, I noticed that your blogversary is some time this month, so happy blogversary Elleni :P
[hugs Saph]
I've got to go, sorry.
[hugs anyone who wants a hug]
Good bye, Ms. Cryptic. Sleep well.
It's okay *hugs Kennedy* See you around, blogsister. And I promise I'll get around to sending my reply to your email. It's still floating in my drafts folder :P
And there is the purposeful over exaggeration.
The humanoid dimension walking gentleman shark has the audacity to call me silly. I don't think that point needs any more explaining.
When have I ever denied I enjoy a fight? As a matter of the fact I'm decently sure I've made that clear on more than one occasion. It happens to be a major trait of my character.
Erebus is a part of my character, as much as being forever proper is of yours.
As for my dismissal of the view points of others, I attempt to not trouble myself with the problems of others as I have more than enough of my own.
Consequences of my actions. Here's an old argument I hoped I would never have to get into again. This world is imaginary. The consequences are imaginary. There is no reason to worry about them.
Oh wait, no, it's your turn to reply. That draft was my original reply to that earlier email... I knew that :P
See? This is what happens when I get happy. I make stupid mistakes and forget to close brackets.
Mr. Soul, enjoying violence is not a good thing, no matter what impressions you seem to be under.
"Erebus" is no more a part of you than the average parasite is. You are not Erebus, Erebus is not you. However, you seem to have almost accepted this terrible situation, in pursuit of... Ah, look at that, more power. Well, anything to go toe-to-toe with the other dime-a-dozen True Names, I suppose.
Mr. Soul, exactly WHAT problems plague you? And how intense are they, that you can barely summon basic human empathy for others?
Mr. Soul, this world is as real as you make it. As are the consequences of your actions. Would you tell those men that died in that buildings that "The consequences are imaginary"?
In any case, I must egress. I wish that I could say that this was an enlightening chat, but unfortunately, all you have done is confirm my worst suspicions.
Oops :P
*huggles back*
Yet despite your personal opinion, my views on a good spar remain unchanged.
Yes, Erebus is a parasite that wants nothing more than to break the remaining four seals and take complete control of this body of mine. I am making the best of a bad situation, as I normally attempt to do.
My problems are my own, if I wanted to share them I would have by now.
How do you propose I talk to figments of imagination conjured up to fill a temporary plot?
And now that that is over how are the rest of you doing this evening or whatever time it happens to be where you are?
YES MY GUESS WAS RIGHT
SORTA
Okay so I guessed Dug as opposed to forget me not
Which is SORTA right..
Its like guessing Ashlea instead of Sil.
Sorta.
Not really..
BLAKE GO TO SLEEP NOW!
Hey, Sil!
*offers fishcake because hugs just aren't for everyone*
*the sentiment is there, though*
Why? It's only one in the morning.
-reads Saphs name 'and eats perfect'-
-cries because star-
*does backwards flips of happiness and dances in the rain*
*is still crying a little, which is utterly ridiculous because I never cry irl*
*no-one appears to have told the tears that*
Blake soul device down eyes closed. SLEEP.
Oh I'll be fine, I have the entire rest of the week off anyways.
Sil: I know :( it's not my fault. Blame Snow. You true to say 'you are perfect' and accidentally informed me that I was digesting Blogland instead.
-pulls herself together and hugs saph-
*SHE TRIED TO SAY
Dear Lord, what's wrong with my autocorrect?
Blake, believe me, sleep now and you have the whole week to continue the debate in a better frame of mind.
*realises I can actually sleep a full night tonight for the first time in months*
*starts flipping out again*
Ignore me while I sob giggle.
Sob giggle? Okay...
Actually, Sir has gone for the time being. My plan was to continue living and RPing as I like free of the opinions of man-sharks.
(Hello.)
(hey Soph!)
-closes her eyes at how close Lil is, breathing becoming slightly more shallow-
(Hello, Silente. *hugs her tightly*)
Liliana: Is there a problem?
*has recovered front sob giggles and is slightly more sane now*
I have to have my shower in a minute, so hi/bye Soph!
Sil, I was giggling and sobbing out of relief, because this bad thing has been hanging over me for months, almost a year, and it's over.
The giggling was out of happiness that my life is going back to normal. The sobbing was because I can take heartbreak, physical pain, emotional pain, stress and fear: but relief? Relief takes the heart out of me.
Gtg mow. Goodbye everyone! *throws out hugs and fishcakes*
Dammit.
I'll ded later.
'Bye again :P
(Hello/Goodbye Sapphire.)
(I will be back soon.)
(-hugs her tightly back-)
Nothing at all..
*is still here, not the least bit tired*
(BLAKE GO TO SLEEP NOW!)
(But I'm not tired! D:)
(I don't care mister. Sleep. Now.)
(I am back.)
Liliana: Good. Step in front of the throne, my pet.
Bethany: *sneaks past, moving back to the cellar*
(Nu. T-T)
(Yes Blake
Welcome back Soph!)
-moves closer to the throne, standing straight in front of it-
Liliana: You know, it is almost shameful that you thought I would be fooled by this.
Fooled?
-looks legitimately confused-
Liliana: No doubt Bethany is here somewhere. You had just been fighting me, and now I am supposed to believe that you want to be my pet?
Oh..
-shit-
I brought her here for you though..
Liliana: *in a flash, has a dagger held to her throat* Do not lie to me, Silente Tempest. It does not suit you.
-freezes at the dagger, stiffening-
Sorry..
Liliana: I thought so. But unfortunately, you have fought against me. And now you come into my home and blatantly lie. *her hand glows purple, and chains snake out of the walls, clicking in place around Silente's wrists, ankles and neck* You will not be leaving.
-shivers at the chains-
Not again..
-pulls against them will all her might-
Liliana: *the chains do not move* You wanted to be my pet, did you not?
That doesn't mean I want to be CHAINED UP!
-sags, panting from the effort, sitting down-
*Drops from the ceiling, landing square on his face to the left of the pair*
*Slowly picks himself up, holding a bleeding nose*
Hardly the dramatic entrance I had hoped for... There seems to be a dagger pointed at my short friends neck. Please remove it from that position.
Liliana: Well yes, it does. They are one and the same thing, pretty much. *rakes her dagger across Silente's stomach*
(Blake - they are in Minerve's realm.)
(Which is a realm of darkness, is it not?)
-hisses, sucking her tiny stomach in to avoid the knife cutting too deep-
(It is - but unfortunately, one cannot just enter Minerve's realm. Unless of course you are the son of a god or goddess who appear to be able to walk through dimensions. And even doing that, it requires finding a weak spot - in this case, Liliana's castle. But Blake does not know who Liliana is, or that she even has a castle. Nor would he know Silente is in Minerve's realm.)
Liliana: I wonder what vampire blood tastes like...
...
I won't lie it's pretty nice..
Liliana: I see. *the chains move Silente towards the barrel* How about a nice little holiday?
(All of which is true. Serious question here I'm not trying to be difficult. As we know, Erebus is kinda the god of darkness sooo..? His power is being suppressed by the remaining four seals, but darkness in general is kind of his thing. As in he is darkness.)
(Upon further thought, why would he help Blake? Never mind then.)
I CHANGED MY MIND ITS NOT NICE!
(I was briefly wondering why Erebus would help Blake. It was my understanding that Erebus just wants to keep Blake alive, not actually help him?)
Liliana: Well, it is a little too late, now. Is it not? *strokes her neck with her fingernails* You are always changing your mind. All I want to do is have some fun.
Don't put me in the barrel..my blood will make you sick for months. -nods frantically, lying her ass off-
Liliana: I am the daughter of a goddess. I am immune to sickness. *brushes her lips over her neck, then bites, pushing her fangs into her skin* (For the record - this has no effect other than the injury.)
-whimpers then hisses, pupils dilating slightly, a low growl rumbling in her chest-
Liliana: *pulls away, blood covering her lips* *licks the blood off* You were right. Most exquisite.
Bethany: *raises her palm at Liliana and shoots a pulse of white energy from her hand, knocking Liliana away*
-watches her go flying and smiles at Beth- hi
Bethany: Hello. *draws her sword and slices through the chains, sprinting towards Liliana*
Liliana: *grins and shifts her position to be a little more defensive, slamming her elbow down on Bethany's head when she comes close*
Bethany: *falls, but slices her sword over her knees, taking her legs out from under her* *climbs to her feet*
Liliana: *hisses in pain and sends her flying with a pulse of black energy*
-backs away-
Liliana: *fires a beam of black energy from her hand towards Silente*
Bethany: *runs at Liliana, knocking her to the ground* *jumps and slams her sword downwards*
Liliana: *rolls away and slices across her stomach with her dagger*
-dives to avoid the blast- at least min isn't here..
Liliana: That is a good point. Perhaps I should call my mother. It would be rude not to. It is her realm after all.
Bethany: *runs at Silente, tackling her* *they disappear in a gold flash and reappear in Blogland*
oof! -grins-
(I have to leave now. Goodbye.)
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