Character Chat

[Blue Screen of Death]

Darren: Wow, its getting crowded in here.

Sable: Me and Annette can cover them with berry juice, if you want.

Annette: Yeah, especially those people wrestling over there, and that charmander looks like it could use a good smack in the face.

Saul: Hey, those are my berries, you won't throw any!

Sable: That's okay, we have our own.

Saul: Fine, whatever, just don't throw mine.

SupahFunk: Hey Sable, go ahead and get anyone not in our story. I could use a good laugh.

Sable: Deal!

[Saltare.]

Don't you have to use color? no one is using color lol anyway let me try with the characters for my new fic...

Pokefan32: This is weird isn't it Evan?

Evan: Sure is, I really don't understand it...

Pokefan32: You never understand anything do you? It's in one ear and out the other with you.

Evan: Whatever......at least I'm not as stupid as Ashley over there!

Ashley:!!!!!! Evan I hate you!

Evan: Love you too (sarcasim)

Pokefan32: Will you two stop fighting! Oh my god, I really wish my friends weren't this spastic...



Kinda like that? I hope I did it right!

[The Bringer!]

[Mr. Person and his only character appear in an expanse of white, filled with many people and varying species of pokemon. There also appears to be a stage there for some odd reason]

Shane: Hey, is this a dream or something, where am I? And more importantly, who are you?

Mr. Person: I'm the person who wrote you as a character.

Shane: Well, if you wrote me why isn't anyone else around us?

Mr. Person: Well, you see...

Shane: What! Are you saying that I'm the only person you've managed to write. For god's sake you've barely even developed me as a character!

Mr. Person: Hey, I've also written the nameless guy who attacked you.

Shane: Yes, that was very "kind" of you to do.

Mr. Person: I had to make you have some conflict, if I didn't you would be a Gary Stu of some sort.

Shane: Gary who? I thought my name was Shane?

Mr. Person: Never mind. Anyways, since you're so keen on having another character around, here you go. *Porygon materializes beside Shane*

Shane: But porygon can't even talk. Which is just showing that you're lazy if you ask me.

Porygon: My programming limitations are of no meaning in this state of being at pokecommunity.

Shane: Oh, well then, what do you think of having me as an owner?

Porygon: You seem to have no innate talent at anything whatsoever.

Shane: Thats it! You little...

Mr. Person: As you can see, I still can't even control my own characters.

[JX Valentine]

[Bill gives a blank glance towards Augustine. He's almost tempted to ask where he came from, but instead, the expression is more geared towards the question itself.]

Bill, seemingly offended: A perfectly respectable young woman!

Orsino, offstage: Oh yes. I know perfectly respectable young women like that. I employ some of them frequently. Nice girls, really.

Bill: Right. She was nothing more than--

Orsino: Except for the dominatrix, of course, but that's to be expected.

Bill: ....

Cesario, also offstage: Orsino, my lord, I wasn't aware you were in that kind of business.

Orsino: A businessman must always seek out new opportunities, mon ami. Perhaps you should consider dappling in the business yourself. You're not at all unattractive.

Cesario: You flatter me, my dear companion, but I'm an actor of a different sort, I'm afraid.

Orsino: Oh, nonsense! Acting is acting, and you could be a very wealthy man, considering your abilities. Have you ever gave thought to becoming a dominatrix yourself?

[Both Bill and Viola give the unseen duo horrified looks.]

Viola: Why are we talking about this?

Jax, from somewhere in the audience: Because it's hot!

[Ignoring her, Orsino pokes his head onto stage to address Augustine.]

Orsino: In any case, mon ami, if you happen to be interested in the companionship of a delightful young woman, I can give you a few names and locations, and the woman attached to both would be more than happy to escort you to a variety of new and exciting places and states of mind. However, I'm afraid I can't guarantee that I can provide the same woman as our young scientific companion pursued recently, but I can possibly offer better.

[As his face turns bright red, Bill hides his eyes with his hands.]

Bill: She was not a prostitute!

[DGexe]

[While Taunter is off being what constitues as "himself", Lauren and Collin have decided to have a meal... in the middle of the randomly-appearing-stage... and it's all picnic style.]

Lauren: [Pausing with a cup of tea at her lips, she tilts her head backwards to stare off in Bill's general direction.] Who's dabblin' in prostitution?

Collin: L-lauren, that was blunt. [Sweatdropping, he reaches across to pull her head forward, by her hair.]

Lauren: Ow, ow, ow! Stop tha'!

[In the meantime, the Narrator's been busy eating popcorn and juggling Pokeballs; fortunately, it isn't simultaneous.]

Me: You know what? It'd be great if I had the game Portal. [She's busy listening to the song "Stil Alive" as well.]

Lauren: Wassat?

[The Narrator crosses out "Me" and puts in her screename, out of boredom.]

DGexe Me: Hm? Ah, it's this game with... portals.

Collin: That's not conductive or whatever to an explanation.

DGexe: [Grinning slyly.] You'll have to play the game to find out.

Lauren: Aaw, man, not cool! Hmph! [Right after taking a sip of her tea, the trainer tilts her head back at Bill and grins.] Who's dabblin' in prostitution?

DGexe and Collin: Here we go again....

[lvl99rayquaza]

I have my own fanfic as well
Lvl99rayquaza:Today you are about to meet Blaze from the Sinnoh Guardians.

(A pure Black charizard walks in from backstage)

Blaze: If I see a tank I will destroy It

Lvl99rayquaza: So Blaze what is project Blaze?

Blaze: That information is classified and i do not knowwhat project Blaze is

Lvl99rayquaza: so is your armor real gold?

Blaze: No it is not, it is painted a metalic gold

Lvl99rayquaza: is your armor heavy?

Blaze: no it is not, it is light but strong

(A tank crashes into the room)

Lvl99rayquaza: oh a tank

Blaze: excuse me for a moment

(Blaze flies to the tank)

Lvl99rayquaza: could you thow us how you destroy a tank?

Blaze: sure

(Blaze picks up the tank and tears the turret off)

Lvl99rayquaza: well thats a wrap for today's chat with Blaze

(Blaze cripples the tank by hitting it with its turret)

Blaze: and that is how you destroy a tank

[POKEMON_MASTER_0]

Me: Huh? *stops typing*

Latias and Nadroj: What?

Me: My music stopped... *checks Windows Media Player library* No way...my Tiesto's gone! It's all gone!

Nadroj: Really? You sure about that?

Me: Dead sure. I can't even find it in My Music...

Nadroj: *hyperventilates* Those-those CDs that you promised me! I-I-

Me: We'll have to get the Mp3 files back, that's the only way.

Nadroj: But...but...you bought the music in print! Parade of the Athletes, ISOS 5, Elements of Life...you have the originals, right?

Me: Ah yes, I do! However, there are a few singles that I downloaded off the net that I don't have in print, and I know that there's a particular one that you want. What's it called?...Ah yes, Love Comes Again (Featuring BT).

Latias: *squints at Nadroj* Just what type of music is this?

Nadroj: It's...um...trance. It's a type of electronic dance music that originated in Europe.

Latias: And where is this Europe?

Nadroj: To be honest with you, I don't know myself. P_M_0 told me about it.

Me: Just...forget about Europe. Thinking about it will make your head hurt. It'll also break the fourth wall.

Latias: But aren't we breaking the fourth wall already?

Me: Yes, yes we are. I just don't want to break the fourth wall anymore than what we have to.

Latias: *blinks* Well...okay, I guess. *looks to Nadroj* *Nadroj shrugs*

Me: Alright...let's sort through this logically. One moment my music was here, the next it was gone. Did anything happen between those two events?

Latias: Well...I did see a shadow kind of creep up behind you. It vanished really quick though. I thought it was nothing, but I could have been wrong.

Me: *looks on the floor next to computer* The USB cable...it's disconnected. He stole it through the USB cable!

Nadroj: But how could he have-

Latias: Shh! Both of you, listen!

*All three stop talking and strain their ears. An electronic beat can be faintly heard*

Nadroj: What song is it?

Me: Shh! I know I've heard it somewhere before...No way! It's Tiesto's mix of Imogen Heap's Hide and Seek!

Nadroj: But you don't have that song...Wait!...Something else now...it's Adagio for Strings!

Me: The unmixed version too! That's definitely mine! *clears throat* Alright guys, I know who's behind this. It's txteclipse! He's the only other author here (as far as I know) who likes Tiesto.

Latias: So this guy's an author like you?

Me: Exactly. And not just any old author. His fan fic features a Latias as well.

Nadroj: So let me get this straight...his characters stole our music so that they could party?

Me: I think so.

Nadroj: Then let's go get them!

Me: Yeah, I think it would be a good idea to get our music back. However, we have to be...gentle. We cannot tear apart his characters.

Nadroj: Why not?

Me: They're good characters. txteclipse also showed me Tiesto...in the form of a video in which he performed Adagio for Strings. A week later, I went out and bought Parade of the Athletes. If txteclipse hadn't shown me Tiesto...I would still be listening to sub par DDR music.

Nadroj: *shudders* You do have a point. We owe txteclipse and I didn't even know it!

Me: We do, but that still doesn't give him the right to steal my entire library of Tiesto music.

Nadroj: Right! We'll just go over there and demand its return.

Latias: Sounds easy enough. Can you burn me a CD as well? I've never heard this...trance.

Me: Sure, as soon as we get it back. *jumps into imaginary void with Latias and Nadroj*

Me: Your swords. Give them to me.

Latias and Nadroj: *hesitantly hand swords over to me* *swords disappear into thin air*

Latias and Nadroj: Woah! Are you psychic too?

Me: I'm the author, I'm beyond psychic. I can do whatever I want with my writing. Now come on, let's go.

*All listen intently*

Nadroj: *points toward far off sound of music* That way!

[lvl99rayquaza]

Lvl99rayquaza: Ok we are back with Blaze

Blaze: hey today we have another guest.

Lvl99rayquaza: and who would that be?

Blaze: my twin, I call him flash bomb

(Blaze's twin walks onto the stage)

Flash Bomb: Hello

Blaze: ok we will talk about training

Flash Bomb: our training grounds are on the route to the west of vielstone city but i forgot the name of the route

Blaze: route 215

Lvl99rayquaza: and what aboutroute 210?

Blaze: still open

Flash Bomb: during training we do anything to get stronger

Lvl99rayquaza: is that it?

Blaze: yes

Lvl99rayquaza: Well until next time

[txteclipse]

txteclipse: Crap. We've been found out.

Latias [stops head-bobbing]: By whom?

txteclipse [pointing off into the void at a rapidly approaching P_M_0 and gang]: The person I stole this music from.

Kairn: Don't worry! We'll fend them off with our swords! [runs off to get them]

txteclipse: Oh no you don't! [writes swords out of existence]

Kairn and Ren: But why?

txteclipse: Killing people is illegal here. I can't have you in jail in another time period when you belong in the Eon Chronicles.

Ren: We wouldn't kill them, just...discourage them. You know we don't like killing things.

txteclipse: True, but they're unarmed. How do you expect to not kill them when they can't defend themselves?

All: [silence]

txteclipse: Right then. I have another plan, a better one. First, change the music to this country song I just downloaded. Oh, and you'll want these. [hands out earplugs]

Latias: What are they?

txteclipse: They're earplugs. You stick them in your ears to block out unpleasant sounds, such as this song.

Latios [eating earplugs]: Ohhh... [spits them out]

txteclipse [staring at Latios]: Ummm...yeah. [hands him another pair]

Ren: So now what?

Everyone else: What? We can't hear you!

Ren: What? I can't hear you!

[P_M_0, Latias, and Nadroj all run away, repelled by the country music]

Latios: Well that worked well. [eats earplugs]

[IceDragon2439]

Rebecca: Okay, enough is enough. You boys have been fighting for over a day!

IceDragon2439: *Wipes sweat from forehead* My god, my characters have gone crazy. *Collapses*

Maxi: No! The writer! Without him, we'll continue to be stuck in Professor Elm's lab!

Cstorm: At least its warm in there, I can't feel my body!

Rebecca: Really!?! *Slaps Cstorms face*

Cstorm: Nothing.

Rebecca: *Slaps two more times* Cool!

Maxi: Guys, come on! What about IceDragon?

Cstorm: Leave him, I'm hungry! *walks off to the stage where a picnic is being held*

Maxi: Ooo! Wings! *Runs to catch up*

Rebecca: But, we can't just leave him here! *Starts to drag me by my legs* Is that eclair cake!?!!!! *Drops me and runs up behind Maxi and stuffs her face with cake*

[POKEMON_MASTER_0]

*Latias, Nadroj, and P_M_0 all hidden behind a pile of dirt in a forest*

Nadroj: Didn't even see that one coming.

Me: Neither did I. That country music can be pretty horrible.

Nadroj: No kidding.

Latias: I can't say I liked it either.

Me: We have to come up with another plan. *paces*

Nadroj: Didn't you say that you could do anything because you're the author?

Me: Yeah, I did. Although I'm not sure what I could do to get our music back.

Latias: What if you played country music back to them?

Me: I don't have country music. However...that does give me an idea. Wait here! I need to get some music.

*exits void, comes back five minutes later with music*

Nadroj: So what kind of music is it? Isn't dance music the only stuff you have?

Latias: I don't think dance music would scare them. I mean...just listen.

*all hear the far-off sound of a throbbing bass*

Me: True, but we're going to do more than play dance music. We'll also give them a light show. You have your sunglasses on you, right?

Latias and Nadroj: Yes. *put them on*

Me: Great. *puts on pair of sunglasses*

Me: Alright, so here's what we'll do...*schemes with Latias and Nadroj*

*fifteen minutes later, on the way to txteclipse and company's camp*

Nadroj: You sure we can't get the space helmets with the LEDs?

Me: I'm sure. Besides, you won't even be playing. You two will be going after the music.

Me: Almost there...Remember, we're just joining their party. Nothing more and nothing less.

*arrives at camp where the music is in full swing*

txteclipse: *Turns off trance. Reaches for country music.*

Me: Wait, wait, wait. We figured that if we can't beat you, why not join the party? It is my music, after all. The least you could do is to let us listen to it.

txteclipse: *looks to group, group nods hesitantly* Well...okay. Remember though, we have country music. If you try anything funny-

Me: Right, right. We know. Before we listen to trance, we have something a bit...different to show you.

Me: *untilizes creative powers to make a black rave pyramid pop out of the ground*

txteclipse: It's-it's Daft Punk!

Ren: Who's daft?

Latias (EC): and what's a punk?

txteclipse: Daft Punk! It's a French collaboration that makes dance music.

Kairn: What's French?

Latios: Do they make trance?

txteclipse: *sighs* French...it's something that you wouldn't get, and no they do not make trance. They make house. Anymore questions?

All EC characters: No.

*P_M_0 appears in window at the top of the pyramid*

txteclipse: Hey, where are Nadroj and Latias?

Latios: Beats me.

Daft Punk Music: ROBOT...HUMAN...ROBOT...HUMAN...ROBOT...HUMAN...

txteclipse and characters: Robot! Human! Robot! Human!

*Latios bobs head*

txteclipse: Latios...the music hasn't even started yet.

Latios: I can't help it! *continues to bob head*

*1 minute, 30 seconds later*

Daft Punk Music:
HUMANHUMANHUMANHUMANHUMANHUMAN
(ROCK. ROBOT ROCK.) (ROCK. ROBOT ROCK.)

*rave pyramid strobes*

Ren: Ooh...Pretty colors.

Latias (EC): My eyes! They burn!

txteclipse: It's a trap, darn it! It's a trap! Run! Take the music with you!

*all flee the scene with Latios bringing up the rear*

*Latias and Nadroj jump out from behind pyramid and tackle Latios*

Latios: Hey...guys, I could use a little- *Nadroj shoves hand over mouth*

Nadroj: *pinning Latios down* Latias! His claw! he has something in his claw!

Latias (OL): *Pries claw open and removes a micro SD card*

Latios: *breaks out of Nadroj's grip, lunges forward, and bites Latias's hair*

Latios: This is pretty good! *while chewing a mouthful*

*Latios flees into the underbrush*

*P_M_0 comes out of pyramid*

Nadroj: Sorry...we only got this. *gives SD card to P_M_0* *P_M_0 pops it into mp3 player*

Me: We got Elements of Life, that's good. They still have the rest, though. We'll have to confront them again.

Latias (OL): They went that way. *points*

Me: We need a new plan first...one that doesn't involve Daft Punk or rave pyramids. Any ideas?

Latias (OL): Can you fix my hair first?

[txteclipse]

[txteclipse and all of the EC characters are collapsed in a heap in the middle of the forest, trying to catch their breath]

txteclipse [panting]: They got Elements of Life!?

Latios [still munching Latias (OL)'s hair]: Yeah. Sorry. [and then, muttering to himself] Hey...this stuff has a kind of sweaty taste...although it isn't at all unpleasant...

Ren [sadly]: Those were good songs...

[Everyone bows heads and a moment of silence ensues out of respect for the lost tracks]

txteclipse [standing to his feet]: We can't give up! We have to be vigilant and keep the rest of this music out of P_M_0's hands! Although we were technically the ones that stole it from him...

Kairn: But what can we do? Where can we go?

txteclipse [thinking for a moment]: For now, we're simply going to have to run. Everyone that can, make yourselves invisible. Houndoom, you revert to your shadow form, and I'll use you as a cloak.

[everyone does as instructed]

txteclipse: Dang it's hot...Anyways, I have good news! We can still listen to music while we run! [hands out pairs of Skullcandy Double Agent headphones]

Latias (EC): What are these?

txteclipse: They're mp3-playing headphones. You put them around your ears, and you can listen to music without it being heard by anyone else.

Latios [chewing on headphones]: ... [spits them out]

txteclipse [sighing]: You really need to stop doing that. [hands him another pair]

[everyone starts head-bobbing to the sonic goodness that is once again pumping into their ears]

txteclipse: See? Now we're covert! It will be extremely hard to track us when we have these!

Ren: But where are we going to run to?

txteclipse [with complete enthusiasm]: Pending on when I get my next chapter out, that could vary! [runs off into trees]

[Everyone else glances at each other, and then reluctantly begin to follow]

Kairn [mumbling to himself]: Why do we have to run all the time?

[IceDragon2439]

IceDragon2439: Wha...where is everybody? *Looks around while rubbing his eye sleepily*

(Across the way at the picnic area)

Cstorm: I'm finally warm again *Puts down twenty-first cup of hot cocoa*

Maxi: That was a lot of cocoa!

Rebecca: Does this mean I can't slap you anymore?

Cstorm: Most definitely!

Maxi: I feel like we are forgetting something.

Rebecca: I feel it too *put another forkful of eclair cake in her mouth*

Cstorm: *Thinks for a moment* Not me!

(Back to IceDragon's spot)

IceDragon2439: The second I pass out, they leave me. See if they go anywhere for a while.

Cstorm: *Yelling from picnic area* I know I'm not!!!

IceDragon2439: *Chuckles* He has a point.

(Back at picnic area)

Maxi: Wings are good *Smiles*

[POKEMON_MASTER_0]

Latias: I don't hear them.

Nadroj: Neither do I.

Me: I think it'll be awhile before they party again.

Nadroj: That stinks. How are we going to get the other tracks back?

Me: Hm...If they aren't partying, do you think that we could throw a party of our own?

Nadroj: I don't see why not.

Latias: Maybe they'll come join us!

Nadroj: Then we can take back our music...but the pyramid has to go. They aren't going to fall for that one again.

Me: Yeah, it will. First though, I want to play one last track.

*Goes into the pyramid. Puts on the track "Elements of Life" from Elements of Life.*

*All three bow their heads out of respect for the missing Parade of the Athletes, ISOS 5 and other miscellaneous Tiesto tracks.*

*music comes to a close*

Me: Alright, I am going to go back to my computer, make a super-awesome mix of the remainder of my music, and come back here to play it. Hopefully it will attract txteclipse and his party.

Nadroj: What will it have?

Me: Daft Punk, Justice, the Benassi Bros., the Chemical Brothers, and 1200 Micrograms...I think.

Nadroj: Woah...

Me: I'll be back in a bit. *walks off, leaving Nadroj in shock*

Me: Maybe I'll do some writing as well...

[Scarlet Weather]

[Augustus glares at Orsino, though he can't see him, and preens his feathers in a dignified manner.]

Augustus: I, sir, am not in the market for a mate, human or otherwise. I was merely expressing my curiosity in the information this man gathered, as the knowledge of the locations of valuable objects is integral in my profession. In addition, I, sir, am a Pidgeot, and therefore unlikely to pursue your business any time in the near future. If you desire an easy target, I suggest the soldier attempting to seduce everyone.

General Michael: [Offstage] Come on, don't be shy, ladies! You know, I'm not just strong, handsome, and morally ambiguous- I'm manipulative too! Come on now!

Thesis: ....

Gale: I think he's smashed on something. Possibly illegal.

Thesis: He has a history of abusing illegal substances? News to me.

Gale: Whoah, whoah, whoah, wait! Aren't you the author, and therefore the one who determines all of our backstories?

Thesis: Well, I sorta just take ideas as they come... hmm, might be interesting... but nah, scrap that one. He's probably just boozing it up.

General Michael: [Sings something obscene raucously]

All: ....

Thesis: You know, what's funny is I don't even know what half those words meant.

Augustus: Is that even possible?

Thesis: Hey, don't blame me for giving you guys some autonomy! Blame my fractured psyche for projecting some measure of my own consciousness into you!

Gale: .... Okay, so you're saying that we're basically alive in some bizarre form because you think for us?

Thesis: Yes! I mean, no! I mean... you know, screw this, I'm getting a drink. [Thesis walks offstage, before calling back audibly] Hey, Michael! Pass that mug of beer! Tonight, we drink!

Laertes: Isn't Thesis underage?

Aristophanes: Yes, but... hey, what happened to my bad Scottish accent?

Thesis: [Offstage] I scrapped it temporarily because I made it too hard to understand! Besides, you won't be speaking much anyway, since I don't know how to write a convincing Scottish accent, so enjoy your freedom to talk while you can- Hey, Michael, gimme that pint back!

Aristophanes:...

Laertes: Wow. That's harsh.

Gale: Well, um... [Crosses the stage to Viola and sits beside her] So... you're a main character too, right? Well, what exactly is your story like? Mine's a little short, still, so all I know is that I'm an obsessive thrill-seeker with a military background who gets his kicks by stealing stuff.

Augustus: Got that right. And by the way... why is it that I get the feeling that someone has confused my name, which is a reference to Caesar Augustus, with that of Augustine, a bishop and leader in the early Christian church famous for praying "Lord, make me chaste- but not yet"?

Aristophanes: I think you need your head checked.

Augustus: [Glares at Aristophanes before returning his attention to Bill] Alright, sorry for asking about the information... I had no idea you were willing to trade with- well, we'll save that for later. I was just wondering what you wanted to know, is all.

Thesis: Catch me! [Now thoroughly drunk, Thesis runs onstage and leaps towards the audience, only to land with a sickening "Thud!" on the floor next to Jax, thus sobering him up considerably] Oh... the incredible agony... ugh... Okay, no more beer for me.

Gale: And that, kids, is why you shouldn't drink before you're of legal age. If you're really that desperate to get alcohol before you're twenty-one, move to Europe because the drinking age is much lower. Or you can just do what I did- lobby to have the international drinking age lowered! Hey, I succeeded!

General Michael: [Offstage] Only because I was the one who convinced the speaker to do the actual lobbying. You just suggested it to me in passing.

Gale: Whatever! I was still the one with the original idea, so that makes me responsible!

Augustus: And here, children, we have a remarkable example of **** Imbecilius in its natural habitat. Watch as these two males fight it out to the death over a meaningless trifle! [He hides his head beneath his wing, and pretends not to see anything.] Please, tell me this is all just a bad dream..

[txteclipse]

Augustus: Watch as these two males fight it out to the death over a meaningless trifle!

Latios [taking off headphones and perking up ears]: Truffle?

txteclipse: Nevermind! Put those back on and keep running! ...Floating! ...Hovering!

Latios: Fine fine. [replaces headphones]

Kairn: Hey...text apocalypse?

txteclipse: It's "txteclipse."

Kairn: Whatever you say. Can we, perhaps, take a breather?

txteclipse: No! [collapses on ground a few seconds later, chest heaving] ...yes...

Everyone else: Alright! [instantly sit down in a circle]

Ren [pulling off headphones]: These aren't working anymore...

txteclipse: You're probably *gasp* out of *gasp* batteries *gasp*.

Latias: Are you alright?

txteclipse: Not *gasp* really...

[suddenly, extremely loud electronic music begins to fill the air]

Ren [hearing music and trying not to head-bob]: I need to...ummm...polish my sword. Over there. [runs off wildly in the direction of the music]

txteclipse: But I took your sword! [Ren acts like he doesn't hear, and disappears into the trees]

[everyone else's headphones die simultaneously, and they all take them off, looking very sad]

txteclipse: Great. Just perfect. [hears loud music] Ohhh...

[all run off after music]

[Buoysel]

Taylor: oh look thanks to our LAZY writer, we have been missing out

Me: hey I have been moving

Mew: why must you move, every where is nice

Alva: where have you moved too

Me: Kansas

Mai: whats Kansas

Taylor: it’s a state *mutters “I hate Kansas”*

Mew: whats a state

Alva: it’s a piece of land that has a name

Mai: ah

Me: it’s a long way from New Mexico

Mew: New Mexico?

Alva: also a state in America

Mai: America?

Me: a large piece of land made up of many states

Mew, Mai: ahhh

Taylor: *notices a group of people and pokemon pass buy to fast to get an accurate description* Who was that?

Mew: a Latias and a Litaos and I have never seen those humans before.

Mai: they smell weird, they haven’t cleaned themselves recently.

Alva and I : didn’t need to know that

*second group passes in a slightly different direction*

Taylor: should we tell them…

Alva: na, lets watch the fun!!

[IceDragon2439]

IceDragon2439: (Still by himself) *Watches as many forms run past him* Woah, they run fast. And I hear weird music, hmm.

Maxi: Yeah, it's not my taste.

IceDragon2439: You have a taste in music? I never gave that to you.

Maxi: Well I just think that the music that hear playing while you write about me is cool. My head always wants to move up and down.

IceDragon2439: Headbang?

Maxi: There's a word for it!?

IceDragon2439: Yeah *turns on The Crimson by Atreyu**Then begins moving head at a very past pace**Hair goes crazy*

Maxi: Wow, you're good! *Copies me*

IceDragon2439: *Sings, "Crimson and red, my heart is dead and so are you**Then collapses and breathes heavily*

Maxi: *Falls as well with a look of amazement*

Cstorm: (From a distance) And that my friends is my writer *Lowers head and shakes it*

Rebecca: Well it did look cool and the words are awesome *Sings, just live and breathe, try not to die again*

Cstorm: Like writer, like character!

[Astinus]

Shinrai glares at the ten-year-old at her side. "It's your fault that I'm here with these people."

"Nu-uh! It's his fault!" Aden, the ten-year-old, points at a middle-aged man trying to hide in the background.

"Don't blame me!" Angel exclaims. "It's Hanako herself doing this! She was supposed to take Andy shopping for furniture before he got too pregnant, but she had to stop over here first to make sure that this forum didn't explode without her here. And, well, Andy's eating breakfast now."

I sit down next to Angel, a "look" in my eyes. The only one of the three that knows the "look" is Angel. He's seen it before, when I'm controlling him and his husband. In fact, it was Andy who yelled at me for making him carry the next Wiggin heir. It's a devious look, one that shows that I get pleasure out of ending the fun simple times for others.

"Well, look at this. Seems like people think that just because I leave for a few days, they can create pointless threads. I wonder if they danced around singing 'Ding-dong, the ***** is gone'? She's back now, and bored. And when I'm bored, someone gets hurt."

Angel whimpers.

I blink at him. "No, you're safe for now. I want to write some fluff about you and Andy." I grin, embarrassed, and giggle like the OSC-obsessed fangirl I am. "It's time to bother other people now.

Your little escapades of getting more posts with this thread are over," I say to the masses spread before me. "You want to talk to your little characters? Then do so elsewhere. Create a social group for all I care. Send me vile PMs whining about how mean I am.

Just, you know, remember that I hate pointless threads. And that I'm peeved most of the time now anyhow."

I hold open the door to allow my own three characters out before taking my mod key out of my pocket. With a smile, I lock everyone else in the room.