OOC: Forward-dated to Wednesday.Bloody trumpets and glistening birds, it comes - crows gather and they caw threats in dreams, and there is a black dog staring - /staring/ - at me, and a two-headed calf lying in a pool of blood ( Read more... )

A new piece? Perhaps. Bahir will put her to ordeal tomorrow morning; if she can pluck the stone from that crucible, perhaps she will become a quite useful addition to my court.

If she cannot - well, I can send her dead body to London and bank a favor for a rainy day. It's really just a win-win situation, isn't it?

( 'I am useful, but a liability. Have potential, but no trust.' (Victoria) )

Perhaps the Rook is right - perhaps this is excessive. Perhaps this serves no purpose. The schemer says this sends a lesson to the pawns, a way to warn them that their deaths - their lives - are not all that is at stake. Even if they sacrifice themselves, any that they love might suffer. This is merely an object example, a way to remind them that ( Read more... )

If she dies, I'm going to kill every person named Melcross in America. I'm going to strangle Percy, the girl's firefighter - anyone and everyone who loved that bitch. Whatever I do to Emma, however I treat her - however she treats me - she is still my creation. She's mine. Shooting her ( Read more... )

The bitch - but who has the upper hand, now? Who had who on their knees ( Read more... )