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Post by Rojo on Apr 25, 2009 17:46:09 GMT -5
The vampire looks up blearily. He is only vaguely aware that through all the matted hair and fogged eyes that there are a few more shapes in the room now. He takes another drink of whiskey or whatever it was I said he was drinking.
"Hasghgjfgll.." he says sadly.
The hook-nosed man turns his head first to look at the new-comer, then his body, almost like a robot, eyeing her up and down quickly before scoffing shortly. He met her challenging gaze with what looked like a devious and malicious glint.
"Oh wonderful!" He exclaims joyously, smiling like a Cheshire Cat "a generic mysterious girl with the steely glare!" He spoke like someone in an advert trying to convince you to go and see a production. Now his smile and fake enthusiasm faded "she even talks in bold font, oh how clever of your god-forsaken creator. And look, centered writing! That adds at least 10 percent more smartness and totally doesn't make you look like a self-obsessed scatterbrain!" He smiled again, his face shaking a little. He stared at the cat that was slinking around "Oh t'riffic, a cat! The mysterious stranger holds a secret passion for cats but treats everyone else with mistrust because of her dark and mysterious past..." he half-crouched and did a sort of jazz-hands movement while looking at some invisible thing "no, not bandits come to kill my parents!" He stood up again and stared at her, waiting for a reaction.
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Post by Seven on Apr 25, 2009 17:52:56 GMT -5
Kelpie watches Cranley, nodding in silent approval of the man. He thinks he might have once been just as much of a bastard, but he can't really remember anymore. He was deleted off too early in development, after all.
Faeori on the other hand....
The call of "VILLAIN!" in a triumphant hawking is the only warning Cranley would have before Faeori suddenly jump kicks the man to the back of the head. "How DARE you criticize the purity of her role playing? I shall not STAND for such injustice!" she continues to exclaim triumphantly louder than normal. Seriously, this girl must have a hearing problem if she doesn't realize how loud she is. "I CHALLENGE you--even if you have a DASHINGLY good-looking nose!"
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Dani
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What lies hidden in the mists of the woods?
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Post by Dani on Apr 25, 2009 18:28:59 GMT -5
Morgan looked at the drunk vampire and snickered a little then she drew her lip up in a half snarl as she caught the man's words. And caught him eyeing her. Oh wonderful! a generic mysterious girl with the steely glare! she even talks in bold font, oh how clever of your god-forsaken creator. And look, centered writing! That adds at least 10 percent more smartness and totally doesn't make you look like a self-obsessed scatterbrain! Oh t'riffic, a cat! The mysterious stranger holds a secret passion for cats but treats everyone else with mistrust because of her dark and mysterious past...no, not bandits come to kill my parents! Morgan laughed and then answered him. "Someone needs some...oh...I don't know...pain? Besides, my creator has a fine mind and no one! NO ONE! not even you disses her or her rping ability!" Then Morgan turned to look as another being spoke. VILLAIN! How DARE you criticize the purity of her role playing? I shall not STAND for such injustice! I CHALLENGE you--even if you have a DASHINGLY good-looking nose! Now that was Morgan's admiration. She silently applauded the being and smiled as she looked at her. |
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Post by Asila on Apr 26, 2009 2:26:53 GMT -5
((Don't hate me, Double J, but the fun part of threads like this is that you get to be spastic...))
The demon cat Fang would have stared darkly down at the cat resting on his foot, irritated that this Kargan would assume that he would put up with him just because he happened to resemble a cat in his natural form as well. Being the sometimes mean-tempered, always mischevious creature that he was, he immediately swings the afflicted foot forward, launching poor Kargan across the room. Stubbornly refusing to turn back into a demon cat, since that seemed to be what Kargan had been waiting for, he slumps broodily against the nearest wall.
The angel is silent for the moment, preferring to stay out of this fiasco if at all possible. It was miserable enough here as it was...
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Post by Rojo on Apr 26, 2009 12:18:29 GMT -5
Cranley jolts at the knock to the back of the head, but seems not to have noticed the damage due to his incredulousness of the new woman.
"I am astounded. You copy and paste all the replies to your speech into your post?! How can anyone be this incompetent. Are you doing it just because you're stupid and can't remember or are you just trying to prolong your silly little posts because they're too short?" He stops and nods approvingly at the cat flying through the air.
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Post by Seven on Apr 26, 2009 13:07:01 GMT -5
Faeori continues to glare at the back of Cranley's head. She seems displeased that she's being ignored so much. Instead, she walks around the man so that she is in his line of vision. "Stop being such a mean dolt!" she says pointing to him, then returns to putting her hands at her hips. "Its her style of roleplaying! There's nothing wrong with it! In fact, it's really helpful. That way, we can clearly differentiate between what she's doing and saying. And, we know which parts of her speech refer to which of our actions! You're only proving how small minded you when you make fun of someone's role playing style, you xenophobe! Open up to diversity a little, sheesh!"
Faeori is set on standing up for this newcomer. Until she sees the cat go flying through the air. Then her stomach growls. She doesn't seem to remember that said cat is Morgan's pet, for she hyperly grins and takes off into the air. "Sorry, I'll be back---gotta catch my lunch!" She makes a predatory hawking noise.
The Kelpie hates the world. He seems to be radiating teenage angst right now.
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Post by Rojo on Apr 28, 2009 16:26:53 GMT -5
The Predudiced Englishman gives Faeori the bored/glaring look he has now hopefully made the residents of the room familiar with.
"It's not bloody informative and helpful," he snaps "if we wanted to see what someone had written before then we could just scroll down when posting! It's what I do..." he has such a short temper that he hasn't even noticed that Morgan and her ghastly feline have mysteriously disappeared.
The Vampire has now burst into drunken song.
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Post by Seven on Apr 28, 2009 16:33:12 GMT -5
"WELL, it's no good NOW that you've scared the pair off!!!" she looks angry. Mostly at the fact that thanks to him, she lost her meal. "And even if it WASN'T helpful to YOU, it's called not being a FREAKING COMFORMIST! Who says how you write should be standard, hmm?" The funny fifteen year old glares back at him. Who did he think he was! He's just a stupid, boring, plain old human anyways!
The Kelpie, continues to brood in his silent anger, feeling quite like he would be happy to murder everyone in the room right now. Especially with that idiotic singing in his ear. He throws some water at the Vampire in hopes the chap will sober up, at least a little.
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Forsaken
Wanderer
Like Montagues and Capulets, for us child the stars refuse to shine.
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Post by Forsaken on May 1, 2009 0:19:09 GMT -5
Fang, who has been watching with Faeori with an expression of thoughtful mischief ever since she expressed a desire to eat the now-vanished cat. A slight smile crosses his face just before his form wavers and shrinks, leaving an adorable, blue-eyed kitten in it's place. The kitten unleashes a very cute, wavering mewl that is meant to test the girl's attention span.
The angel, being in a "why the hell not?" mood, looks back at the Kelpie and gives advice in a sweetly, stereotypical angelic voice. "Are you sure you should flick that water around like that? Your puddle can hardly spare the loss." She sounded innocent enough, but the slight tugging at the corners of her mouth gave her away.
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Post by Seven on May 1, 2009 21:23:32 GMT -5
The Kelpie looks up at her with his unchanging expression. "Well, then, Angel, why don't you do something angelic? Like break up the argument? Or cure this poor chap of his alcohol addiction--or sober him up at least. After all, I doubt you enjoy his serenade any more than I do."
((I'm going to wait on Rojo for Cranely's post before I respond as Faeori.))
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Post by Asila on May 4, 2009 0:42:02 GMT -5
((Just don't forget! ;D ))
The angel gave the kelpie a dark look. Which might have been a bit undermined by her snobbish above-thou expression. "For your information, my name is Estelle. You would do well to ask rather than assume. And it just so happens that neither you nor the vampire deserve any mercy from anyone." Her tone seems to add "let alone from me, an angel."
She continues with "Do I dare ask how many people you have killed?"
((God, my angel's a bitch. And I am blasphemous to the tenth degree. Sweet.))
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Post by Rojo on Jun 9, 2009 1:51:37 GMT -5
"Blast it all! If I criticise anyone else's posts now I'll be called out for hypocracy due to the stupid twat writing this pulling the whole thread to a halt..." Cranley folded his arms and put on a sulking face. "Stupid procrastination..."
"Why don't you *hic* buy a tree *hic* and plant it?"
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Post by Seven on Jun 9, 2009 13:25:05 GMT -5
Faeori, weight shifted to one hip, arms crossed, looks around the room, reassessing her situation. She then whacks Cranley with one of her wings. "Be Hypocritical Cranley. It's certainly more interesting than Whiny Cranley." As she says this, her eagle eyes glance over to where Fang was....is, and seems to be slightly distracted. And progressively more distracted as she remembers she's quite hungry and itching for a hunt. Then, in a sudden displeasure, she stomps on the floor in a childish temper-tantrum.
"Oh come ON!! I just saw you transform! Do you want to be lunch?" Then, she seems to momentarily reconsider this position before turning back to Cranley, shoving a hatchet into his hands.
"YOU! You're my back up!" She orders, expectant that he WILL follow, in her loud, fierce voice. Then she turns back, a ferocious stance as she calls out once more. " THE HUNT BEGINS!" she caws again, from what seems like must be the top of her lungs. Then she takes into the air, two daggers, one in each hand, and swoops for the apparently innocent kitten.
The Kelpie, already annoyed, looks the angel over with a bored expression before answering her. "Clearly not enough considering you're still here. Though you surprise me with your remarks." Then, a look of realization. "Ahh, I see now! You flunked out of Heaven! I suppose you should have studied your Bibles more. No wonder you're here, in this hell hole."
Then, without further acknowledging her, he casually looks to the vampire. "No, we are not planting any trees. They'd hog my water. Unless of course, you intend to use your own body as fertilizer."
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Post by Rojo on Apr 27, 2011 15:07:40 GMT -5
The Englishman looks down at the hatchet in his hands, weighing it up casually and pondering how many skulls in the room he could split before someone stopped him. He gave the one who had roughly given it to him an incredulous look-- surely they weren't that stupid to give someone who obviously loathed everyone in the room who wasn't him an actual weapon, were they?
And then he realized there was an entirely more pressing matter.
"What the bloody hell kind of time difference do you call that?!" He cried with outrage at the ceiling, glaring at the flagstones "really, what possible excuse could you have for leaving this this long-- my god, you really are the most despicable little excuse of a writer, aren't you. All that potential and you're just so damn lazy. . .you don't even remember half the stuff about me! Look! That Irish drunkard is fading. . ."
It was true. The curly-haired bloodsucker in the corner of the room, the original occupant, was slowly starting to fade in and out of opacity, much like a TARDIS. He looked frightfully around, unaware of what was happening to him- he looked at his bottle of whiskey with dismay as it plopped out of existence before he did. He gulped and looked around at the others, asking faintly,
"Will I dream?" before slipping out of memory almost permanently.
There was an eerie silence.
"Look at that!" Cranley said in an accusatory manner, pointing a long and bony finger at the corner where the Irishman had dwelled "forgotten completely-- no memory of his origin whatsoever. In fact I believe he was a ridiculous copy of a 'certain' Irish vampire on television of similar appearance and Creator dearest has merely de-existed him out of embaressment. . ." his eyes bored into the wall, arms folded at the own. . .pathetic nature of his creator "why couldn't I get de-existed-- it would have saved me the trouble of being in this room with you. . .you refuse of the creative process!"
He sighed, tossing the hatchet from one hand to the other but still failing to use it in any shape or form.
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Post by Asila on Apr 27, 2011 22:39:27 GMT -5
The blue-eyed kitten that was so cute it made any truly jaded person want to vomit grinned at Faeori as she approached. It's head rapidly ballooned in size the moment she got within chomping distance and large, razor-toothed jaws closed around the feathered girl with a loud clang like a prison door slamming shut. She'd have to break a few teeth to get out of there. In the meantime, the large round head with triangular teeth arranged in a cartoonish grin and saucer-like eyes bounced across the room as Fang emerges from behind it with a glinting feline grin. "That bird was just asking for a cage."
The bouncing ball of a prison rolls back toward the demon cat and he lifts it. "Hey, asshole!" He shouts to Cranley, and launches the ball at him with enough force to flatten the man even if he caught it. "Stuff this in your offensive pie hole and choke on it!" He laughs loudly and with great mirth in response to his own jest.
Estelle, aggravating angel numero uno, stares at the vanishing vampire with a look of horror. She leaps to her feet and finally decides to act like the cliche angel character that she was never designed to be. She stares in the direction that Cranely had been staring in, that of his Creator, and shrieks "HOW COULD YOU ALLOW SUCH A TERRIBLE THING? CAN'T YOU SEE THAT I'D FALLEN IN LOVE WITH HIM??!!" Sob.
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