Because of my lack of fucks, this post will be shit. Kallisti and Harley found their cots once more on the second floor of the library, near the graphic novels section. After a bit of mindless bickering about the smoking, the two of them went to sleep.
{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }{ OOC : SORRY O HAVE KEPT YOU WAITING, BUSHY. }{ DAY : 39 - 3/3 } • { JANUARY 7, 2013 } • { LOCATION : LIBRARY }{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : STRANGE } [/url] x❝Snow, snow, go away . . . Come again some other day . . .xxxx Little Quin only wishes to be alive and to stay . . . xx She doesn't want now for her to pass away.❞ Irritated, Kallisti wondered to herself exactly what Harley had been playing at by hugging her at the waist. Right then and there, she had wanted to elbow him in the stomach, but since they were in the presence of another, this boy named Dylan who seemed like a bit of a no-nonsense person, she would rather have not caused any other trouble at the time. Her main hope was that Dylan didn't think she and Harley were dating, especially since he had mentioned that they were cousins. She didn't know how many times she had to say it, but she was not into incest. How annoying . . . With his explanation, Kallisti began to wonder who it was the Dylan was looking or waiting for; it seemed like a very serious business for him. Then again . . . everything he was saying sounded very dire. " That's pretty much it, kid. " Dylan finished with a finality, " Now you. " A strange look crossed her face and she began to wonder why Harley had started talking to this person in the first place. Before she could speak, her cousin did for her, " We got trapped here. Just so happened to be here at the the wrong time. " he said with a shrug. She watched as Dylan pulled out a pack of cigarettes and stuck one in his mouth. Was he going to smoke in this place? How rude, she mused to herself and she frowned heavily. Next to her, she could feel Harley shuffling around and then she began to smell the smoke of a cigarette, but it wasn't Dylan's. " Harley! " she hissed, snatching the lit stick from his mouth, but in one smooth movement, she found herself in a ballroom dip, her face ridiculously close to her cousin's. In his mouth, she saw the cigarette again, and thought he was going to blow it in her face, but he sat her up right and then blew it another way. " Don't worry, " he said, " the ventilation will circulate it out. Would you like a light, Dylan? " he then asked holding up his lighter, and then looked at his watch, " It's getting late. " " We should probably go back to our sleeping area soon, Harley. " she said quickly, looking embarrassingly at Dylan, " Forgive him, he's a bit of a . . . show dog. " " Oh, you wound me so, love. " he replied and this time, she nudged him roughly in the side, " Who was it that you were waiting for, Dylan? " xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
[ T U M B L R • OBSERVATION SUBJECTS • L A T E S T ][ OOC : MY TUMMY IS FULL OF FOOD, CAN YOU BELIEVE I JUST GOT HOME? ][ DAY : 39 - 2/3 ] • [ January 7, 2013 ] • [ LOCATION : LIBRARY ][ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : CURIOUS//CONTENT//AMUSED] [/url] When the other guy didn't shake his hand, Harley took no offense; there were just some people who didn't like shaking hands, and when his mood was right, he didn't either. No blaming a guy for that. " Dylan. " he muttered in reply. Dylan, Dylan . . . Dylan. Harley ran the name through his mental database on people and immediately brought up a few things; Dylan was a fighter - he was good at it too. He was a bouncer in a club somewhere around Brookridge, Club Neo Rosé. The owner of that place was a bit . . . out there, and Harley had talked to him once or twice. Not that he cared much, but he always swore that 'Miki-chan' was hitting on him. There were a lot of students at the Academy that either didn't like Dylan or were scared of him, and he didn't like to socialize much. The last detail about Dylan that came to Harley was that his name, Dylan Coleshaw, was on the list. " Oh, you're that Dylan, " he responded, almost absentmindedly, " Huh. Been running into you guys all over the place. " he continued, but that last bit was more to himself than to the stranger. Before he could say anything else to Dylan, a new voice joined them, " There you are. " Harley turned to see Kallisti, her face slightly red, and a few paces behind her was a girl who fell in place with that voice from earlier. Her name was . . . was . . . Catherine. Right. Strawberry blonde hair, some freckles pretty much raiding her entire body. He remembered her. She was a bitch. But he had slept with her anyway. Her brother was an terrible person. Her mother was a shallow socialite. She was the typical rich brat, and he had lost interest in her after they slept together. Her face seemed to be red, too. " There you are, love, " Harley said with a smile, grabbing his cousin's hand and pulling her close to him, " I just made a new acquaintance, this boy, " he said, motioning to the guy in the chair, " Dylan. " A flash of recognition passed over Kallisti's face and he quickly deciphered it was because she recognized his name from the list. He looked back to Catherine with a smile, " Thank you for bringing her back to me. She's a troublesome little girl, isn't she? " he said, almost deviously, and Catherine's face burned with embarrassment, muttering a quick 'you're welcome' and then making herself scarce. " Dylan, " he said to the boy, not caring if he wanted to talk or not, " This is my cousin, Kallisti. " It was funny how he said that, but had treated her as his girlfriend for a few moments before. Dylan probably wouldn't ask, since he didn't seem like the kind to ask questions, but the misinterpretation didn't matter much to Harley. She quickly removed his arm from her person, " Quintus, " she said with a slight harshness, directed at himself, " It is a pleasure to meet you, Dylan, " she said with a smile, bowing her head at him. Harley laughed; why couldn't she show that kind of cordiality towards him? Ahh, well. " So I guess you're stuck here, too. Waiting for someone? " xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }{ OOC : BEING TRAPPED IN THE LIBRARY FOR THE WIN !! }{ DAY : 39 - 2/3 } • { January 7, 2013 } • { LOCATION : LIBRARY }{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : CONTENT//THOUGHTFUL } That morning, when Kallisti had woken up, it was cuddled against Harley, and it was . . . annoying. Of course, she wanted to think it was annoying, but it was actually . . . a little nice. She shook her head. Ridiculous Harley. The morning had passed quietly, only some noise being brought about by the restless students, but the library was one of the best places she could have asked to be stuck it, since it had a plethora of things for her to become preoccupied with. She was pleased, as well, with the fact that Mrs. Price seemed to share her like for tea, and carried on a long conversation that morning about Oscar Wilde's view on society and his sexuality. It had all been pleasant enough, but Kallisti's mind had been continuously returning to Bronagh. She had heard no apology from the girl, but wasn't really expecting one. Today, she didn't want to speak to her again, but she did soon. Then there was the fact that she completely dodged herself last night - no summoning of Crestatia. She had not done it, and for what, because she was scared? Tsk. What did she have to be scared of, the wrath of a malicious demon being released upon her? Ridiculous. She would only die, and it was no big event, not really. " . . . I didn't know Harley was your boyfriend. " someone from behind her said, and she turned to find that it was Catherine. Her face was red, and she looked positively against being here. It made Kallisti a little giddy to see how much sucking her pride up was hurting her. She laughed, more at Catherine's expense than anything else, " Harley is my lover, indeed. " she lied smoothly, " I do hope you know your boundaries, for we would not want anything . . . bad happening to you. " On the face of the other girl, a reaction of anger and slight fear passed, much to Kallisti's amusement. " He's too good for you, you know. " she said in a calm rebuttal, but this only make Kallisti laugh again, with more enjoyment this time. " If only you knew, darling, " she replied, standing and moving around Catherine, as if to observe her as a scientific subject, " Do you have romantic feelings for him? Or have you the sour grapes because he rejected you at some point? Or, let me guess, he slept with you, and so you thought you were special. " At the sort of flinch in the other girl's person, Kallisti found that her last suggestion hit the mark. " You should try conversing with any of your friends about my lover, they might be able to straighten out your view on him. " she said, caressing the girl's face, " Then return to me and see if you still 'love' him. " With that final shot at Catherine's pride, Kallisti gave a delicate wave and walked away, a satisfied smile on her face. [ T U M B L R • OBSERVATION SUBJECTS • L A T E S T ][ LOCATION : LIBRARY ][ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : WHOOPS ] Harley found a bit of solace in walking around the library with no one bothering him. Being trapped here by a raging blizzard wasn't so bad, but he wondered how long it would last and if their bulk supplies would run out. Of course, this being the Academy, he wouldn't be surprised if they could live in here for the rest of their lives. On the fifth floor of the library, he decided to look at a few books, and then suddenly began to overhear a conversation between two girls. One of the voices quickly became Kallisti's and the other was a girl he recognize, but couldn't place a name with a face. " Harley is my lover, indeed. " He laughed loudly, but they didn't seem to hear him. What kind of trick was she pulling, saying that? He listened to the rest of the conversation and found that the other girl, whoever she was, liked him. He wasn't surprised, but what was odd was his cousin's behavior; she was usually never malicious like this, and it had been added to a giant pile of weird behavior . . . " Oh, sorry. " he said to a boy whose chair he'd accidentally tripped over. The boy had been holding a cup of something . . . Smelled like hot chocolate? It flew out of the boy's hand and before it could fall down onto either of them, Harley moved out of the way of the chair and caught the cup, some of it dropping hot on his arm. He twitched only barely at the burning sensation and looked at the person; blonde hair and brown eyes. Harley had seen him around before, but most people seemed to avoid him for some reason. Harley straightened himself out and looked at the cup, then back at it's owner, " Sorry about that, " he said with an easy laugh, " I'm a klutz. " Of course, that was a lie, but it didn't really matter, " Name's Harley. " he continued, then sticking out his clean hand. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Went to Payless, today. Found their giant body mirror. This picture happened. Spoiler
{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }{ OOC : ACK, MY BACK HURTS . . . }{ DAY : 38 - 3/3 } • { JANUARY 6, 2013 } • { LOCATION : LIBRARY }{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : TSK } [/url] x❝Snow, snow, go away . . . Come again some other day . . .xxxxxxxxxLittle Quin only wishes to be alive and to stay . . . xxxxxShe doesn't want now for her to pass away.❞ Kallisti raised an eyebrow at Bronagh's reply. Her mind was certain? How silly, a delusional girl? Silently, she clicked her tongue. Kallisti was going to say something, for the girl had started to sound like a broken record, saying " I, " over and over again. " Are you well? " she asked, but she knew that she wasn't. She was nervous, and Harley had been right. This girl had been "B", and she had guilt written all over her face. Kallisti couldn't tell if she was satisfied or not. She was, however, annoyed that Bronagh couldn't seem to face what she had done with more dignity; it was a unlikable thing. A look of surprise came to Kallisti's when a slap sounded that wasn't connected with her own face. Had she . . . just slapped herself? Kallisti stared with wonder and almost began to laugh, but it had worked for Bronagh, and she supposed that she could ask for no more than that. " You know, don't you? " she asked, her face slightly red with embarrassment. " Did you think I would not find out? " Kallisti replied shortly, " Did you hope that I would not? I would have, too, had I said such things. It was a wonder, because indeed, Miss Cristina is mute, and for her to have said something would have been stunning. At the time, I had been the person in Cristina's body, but you knew that. " she explained, an undertone of harshness present, " I was also taken aback because I had tried to save you, but the paramedics had arrived before I was properly able to to anything. I assumed they would save you. That day had been rather long for me, you see. " A few other students had been present, but she had doubt that they heard anything. Before she could say anything else, a voice came on over the intercom, " Due to the weather, it is currently impossible for any students within the building to leave. All present students will be spending the night, with the library staff providing sleeping bags and food. Please see the front desk to gather your supplies. " For a moment, she thought, and then shrugged, " Perhaps we can better clear tomorrow. " she said before walking away. After gathering her things with Harley, they found a corner of the library to sleep in. The summoning would have to wait, she couldn't do it here . . . With a sigh, she and Harley fell asleep. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }{ OOC : LA DI DA DI DA }{ DAY : 38 - 3/3 } • { JANUARY 6, 2013 } • { LOCATION : LIBRARY }{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : CRITICAL } [/url] xxxxxxxxxx❝Snow, snow, go away . . . Come again some other day . . .xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxLittle Quin only wishes to be alive and to stay . . . xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxShe doesn't want now for her to pass away.❞ Kallisti gauged the other girl's reaction after she had made her greeting, but there didn't seem to be any tinge of guilt, fear, or other negative emotion. She had seemed to be reaching for a book, but couldn't grasp it because of her disability. Kallisti looked for what book it was and read the title " Xenophilia ". How odd. She had never been fond of the science fiction genre, but to each their own, she supposed. " Hello Quintus. " she said with a smile, " Thank you for asking, I'm in a pretty good mood. How about you? " She raised an eyebrow for a moment; she had not asked for the girl's mood - more for her state of being, rather than anything else. But she shrugged, if that was how she would answer, interpret her question, then perhaps it was best left overlooked. " I am well, thank you for your consideration. " she replied neutrally, then moving on, " I see that the helicopter crash has left you more than just trauma, " she mentioned conversationally, as if the topic of her recent handicap was more about the weather, " I am sorry that it is so. If . . . I do remember correctly, I was still in another body at that time. That of my roommate, Miss Cristina. " Her attention remained thinly on that of the books, but she was more interested in the atmosphere around the two of them and the reaction of the girl in the wheelchair, " She is a lovely girl, you know. Perhaps you have met her before? " xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }{ OOC : *FEELS LIKE SHIT * OH WELL. }{ DAY : 38 - 3/3 } • { JANUARY 6, 2013 } • { LOCATION : LIBRARY}{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : KILLKILLKILL//THOUGHTFUL } [/url] xxxxxxxxxx❝Snow, snow, go away . . . Come again some other day . . . xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxLittle Quin only wishes to be alive and to stay . . . xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxShe doesn't want now for her to pass away.❞ Most of the time spent in the library had been spent in the somewhat pleasant company of Harley, who Kallisti was able to hold a decent conversation with that was just impersonal enough to have her feel completely comfortable. Astoundingly enough, it seemed that a few other students were able to come into the library to take solace from the Siberia that lay outside of the building. Kallisti had paid little attention to most of them, until a slightly loud voice had alerted her and a set of wheels moved quietly across the plush carpet. She had leaned out of the Non-Fiction section that she was currently organizing and saw the girl with strangely colored hair, Bronagh. Upon seeing the girl, a twinge of rage slipped quietly through her nerves and she pulled herself back to the task at hand. With more than four floors of library and books, there was enough here to keep her busy for hours without end. With a sigh, she calmed herself and returned to her conversation with Harley. " Oh, right. " he said after she returned to him, " Do you remember that flood message that was sent to multiple people about you? " Kallisti tossed a hard look his way and he playfully shuddered, saying something like " Ooooh, scary . . . " " I found out who 'B' was. " he said casually, and she perked up with a bit of a vengeance, " After some good searching and tracing online, I found the Tumblr of the girl. She just so happens to be on the list from the emai - " " Well, who is it? " she asked impatiently, leaning forward after cutting him off. He looked at her with a raised eyebrow, wondering why she was so anxious for the name. " Bronagh Williamson. " Kallisti looked away from her cousin and bit her bottom lip. I knew it. She is here, too. I must speak to her. " Pretty sure it wouldn't be a good idea to kill her, " he said, " I mean, c'mon, she's in a goddamned wheelchair. That'd be a bit of a low blow. " She looked at him critically and he tossed up his hands, giving her a laugh, " You'd get an award if looks could kill. " Almost playfully, she pushed him and sighed, " I do not plan to kill her; not yet, anyway . . . " she said thoughtfully, leaning against the bookcase, " I just want to know why she would put such a nasty thing about me - and at that time, I was in Miss Cristina's body . . . She has not warranted death in my book. " He looked at her with suspicion but eased up after figuring that she was sincere enough, " If you're sure. " he told her with a shrug, " Go for it. She probably went to the fourth floor. Sci-Fi section? She likes that kind of stuff. " Kallisti wondered how Harley knew these things, but she supposed that she wasn't surprised. He liked gathering information on everyone. It bothered her a little. Quietly, she left him in the Non-Fiction section and proceeded to use the stairs all the way up to the fourth floor, greeting any students she might have met. She wasn't in any sort of negative mood at the moment, but one wrong step from Bronagh could be bad for the both of them. She had never really talked to her, but Kallisti hoped that she was competent. " Good day, Miss Bronagh." she said with a bit of a smile, as she found the girl in the section where Harley thought she would be. " I see that you've made it safely to the library as well. How are you, today? " xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
This list disgusts me. Riku x Sora should be #1. So obvious. Tsk.
For shame on all of you. His wife is probably dead.
• Round SIXTEEEN •WOOO . . . WE'RE BACKOOOO. . . WE'RE BACKHAHAHAHAHA, SHUT UP. • D E A D L I N E •Sunday | February 17th | 11:00PM CST J I K UAske deNieva Spoiler Click Here!Back to Doll Divine . . .Create a fierce Viking woman, complete with war paint!But in reality, you're able to create a fierce warrior who is a BAMF and you'd probably be safer in not messing with her! • Since most of these games are child-friendly, there shouldn't be any issues with the dolls being appropriate. Please continue to take caution, though; still, I haven't had any problems yet. • Trolling the contestants and/or their dolls IS NOT permitted. We're all here to have fun and make pretty dolls from a pre-set of designs; don't ruin that for anyone. • Put an effort into it! These are meant to release your creativity, work outside with what you are given! • Only one Entry is allowed per contest. In the future, keep mind, there might be a time when two entries are allowed. Use SPOILER tags when you submit your entry, that way the page doesn't take as long to load. • For your entry, take a screenshot and size it down to where only the game can be scene, that way were not having large images all over the place. • Dress-up games are here for you to unleash your inner little girl; we all have one, so have fun! • You are NOT ALLOWED to vote for your own entry. If you do, you will be disqualified. • Please, DO NOT vouch for your entry outside of the contest. DO NOT get people to vote for you just because you would like to win. • Please try to make ALL entries as clear and as high quality as possible, DO NOT print the entire screen, DO NOT resize or stretch the images, and all of that good stuff, thanks~ • Unless specified by the contest outline, DO NOT recreate characters from any sort of media. This includes characters like Harry Potter, Katniss Everdeen, Princess Zelda, and etc. • DO NOT remove the dollmaker watermarks. This is solely for respect purposes only. DO NOT DO IT. You will be disqualified. • When you enter your doll, use this template: Code: Username: Doll's Name: Doll: [SPOILER][/SPOILER]
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Messaging you here because I didn't want to wake you up in case you fell asleep. Message me on Skype when you can. It's about your characters for THG.
Who remembers this roleplay? Yep, Saxima let it die, O O P S. But with the Forum change and the drama around that time, I couldn't really . . . do anything about it. ANYWAY. I have been working on ( Kind of ) bringing it back, BUT I'm clearing the registrar list, so for anyone interested, state your interest here, and I'll be posting the OOC once more, as soon as I can.
( And so starts Saxima's maybe-slew of anime threads to liven this place up. ) LIST OF EPISODES: 24STUDIO: Brain's BaseSYNOPSIS:A terminally ill girl named Himari Takakura is miraculously saved from death by a strange spirit who resides in a penguin-shaped hat. However, in exchange for extending her life, the spirit tasks Himari's brothers, Kanba and Shouma, to seek out an elusive item known as the Penguin Drum with assistance from a trio of strange penguins.SAXIMA'S STATUS: 24 of 24 // COMPLETE!!RATING: 8 of 10RE-WATCH VALUE: 36%Since I haven't seen it all the way through, I can't fully judge it, but I've heard that the ending is pretty . . . 'what the fuck just happened', so I'm kind of looking forward to it. I know a few people have already seen it, so they know better than I do. FOR ANYONE WHO IS INTERESTED, HERE'S THE FIRST OPENING. You don't have to watch it if you consider openings spoilers *glances at Makaze*, but it's a pretty good opening and the song is nice, too. UNFORTUNATELY, this version of the opening must have been for a Spanish sub, and was altered slightly, but was the only one I could find that was the opening. YOU DON'T HAVE TO WATCH IT, CHRIST.
Helena by Nickel Creek
ALRIGHT, FASTEN YOUR KNICKERS, KIDDIES; IT'S BLIZZARD DAY!! NOTICE: The Library seems to be the current meeting place, as Quin, Harley, Dylan, and Cherno are there. As I understand it, Daniel and Bronagh will be heading there, too. Ash is planning some stuff with that Blimp from the Christmas break that ORPHEUS summoned, so be prepared for that. If you want to get in on the character interaction-action, then go for it!! Also, currently; Heidi and Zoey are stuck on the monorail that they were taking back to Coy(?), so if anyone just suddenly wants to make their character . . . appear there ( lololol ) then go for it!! You might want to steel yourselves because we're expecting characters to die!! I recommend that people also start adding the locations of their character ( example, see one of my posts ) in the OOC section of their stuff, because I've noticed that sometimes, people get confused on where characters are!! It's only a recommendation, but I bet it'd be super helpful. In any matter, DAY 38 is going to be a big day, so lets all . . . well . . . go for it!!
{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING !! }{ OOC : BLIZZARD DAY, PEOPLE GONNA DIE !! }{ DAY : 38 - 1/3 } • { JANUARY 6, 2013 } • { LOCATION : LIBRARY }{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : SIGH / QUITE } [/url] xxxxxxxxxx❝Snow, snow, go away . . . Come again some other day . . .xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxLittle Quin only wishes to be alive and to stay . . . xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxShe doesn't want now for her to pass away.❞ It was a relatively terrible storm outside, and Kallisti was glad that she and her . . . cousin had come to the library when the did. The incidents of last evening went without discussion and she couldn't feel better for that. It had truly seemed like the kind of thing Harley might hold over her head for the rest of her days, but he said nothing of it and she wondered if might be plotting to use it somehow. Around him, she was so paranoid, and adding fuel to the fire . . . They had slept in the same bed! When she had woken up, it had felt nice to have someone holding her, to know that she was secure for at least a little while. But then she had remembered it was him and her peace was shattered. What did he plan to gain by treating her like this? He had never cared before, or at least that was how it always seemed to her, but this new development had her questioning the events of the past. Had he ever tried to protect her? Why? What could she possibly give him in return? As she shelved another set of returned books, she clicked her tongue. Being in debt . . . Had Madeline ever felt like this? Kallisti stopped moving as she felt eyes laid onto her back. As quietly as she could, she gathered her nerves and inhaled a breath, knowing that it was her cousin. Turing around, she found him looking at her with a thoughtful expression covering his features. What was he thinking, she wondered? " You always look so content when you're busy. " he told her as he stood. Why did he have to be so ridiculously tall? He stood at least a foot above her . . . She shook her head and returned to her books. " It seems like we're going to be stuck in the library for today, I wonder what will happen? " It seemed like a normal enough question, but the both of them knew better than that. What Harley was really asking was " I wonder who will die today? ". They both knew someone would, but Kallisti could tell that he hoped it wouldn't be either of them. Last night, Kallisti had realized that while she wasn't scared of death, perhaps she was scared of dying. To completely cease existence, to no longer be one of the six billion people on the face of the Earth. It was scary. She wondered how Madeline had handled it - then again, she didn't know if Madeline knew she was going to die. What would she say now? Now that Crestatia had personally come to her and told her that she hated her . . . And that she was going to torture her? Kallisti wasn't afraid of Crestatia, of what Crestatia could do to her. But why her? Why did Crestatia hate her? She wanted to talk to the demoness, get some answers. It would finally be two nights from now, tonight, but there would be a blizzard. What awful timing. She didn't know if she could wait to summon much longer though, if Crestatia was holding her life on a whim. " Harley, " she began, shelving another stack of books, " If things go as I have planned it . . . There is a substantial chance that I will be summoning Crestatia tonight. " Harley looked at her, his face colored surprise. He seemed to think about this for a moment and shook his head, " Not sure that's the brightest idea, " he interjected, " If she's out for your tail, then she'll cut you out the first chance she gets. " She blew a strand of hair out of her face, " You seem to be forgetting that with a snap of her fingers, any of us can fall dead at any time. " she explained, " We are at her complete mercy. I just . . . I want to know some things. Perhaps I can make a deal with her to prolong my life. Give her something in exchange . . . " She looked at him tentatively and expectantly. " She'd probably ask for my life. " he suddenly said, " In exchange for you to live. " But she already knew that, " . . . I am hoping that she won't. If she did, I will not let you die. It is not fair to you. " A silence passed, and the two began to shelf books together. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
This thread. I like it. Can we order more of these threads? Maybe with assistant visuals, next time.
That last half makes it seem like a bad thing that people worked their asses off to make things look nice. * glances at the hunger games *. Yes, I am more likely to join a roleplay if it looks nice, as if they put effort into it. Normally, this effort is displayed by well written plots and attractive graphics. I do it because I feel like a roleplay with effort should call for some effort in return. This doesn't necessarily have to be done by making banners, and can be fitted through the content of my post alone, but I like people to think that I've put more effort in than just into my writing. / / Yes, I do use banners and graphics often. Yes, I do. It pertains to the answer above. I like it. It gives the character more realism, makes it a more three-dimensional, tangible person. It shows that the person who is roleplaying the character wants the readers to see that it's more than just words on a post. / / Yes, I do listen to the music posted, and it's usually while I'm reading. The source of the music is pretty much irrelevant. If the player feels like that is the music that fits the situation, then who am I to tell them that they're wrong? It's about feelings rather than facts. I'll listen to the music in any case. Well, the creator of the roleplay put the song there for it to be listened to; I'll definitely listen to it, and since I'm an emotive person, it might influence my decision to join, but if the plot is obviously crap ( that is, if it's crap in my opinion ) then I'm not going to join.
Two people talking inside your brain, two people believe that I'm the one two blame, two different voices coming out of your mouth.
