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Ladies, ladies, ladies..
There's no need to fear, Johnny's here! Pete forked over the basics -- sentient castle, losses, no way out, magic books. Sounds like my kind of party. Did I mention I hate books? 'cause I do. But who cares, right? We're not talking about my likes and dislikes here, not unless you're aiming to get to know me better. If that's the case, ask away and I'll deliver.
What kinda guy would I be if I left a pretty girl's questions unanswered? A real douche, that's what.
[ after a moment, he begins to skim through the pages again ]
So Paradisa. Paradise? I'm thinking it's a scam, kind of like those brochures that offer you the presidential sweet -- only you get there and find out you missed the fine print. So the poor schmuck who fell for it gets the room with the broken AC and no cable. Am I getting warmer? Got a feeling I am, there's only way to tell for sure. Here goes nothing -- Flame on!
[ the journal picks up a whoop! ]
Warmer? Pfft. I was on fire. No pun intended.
[ yeah, he probably should have dropped the journal off somewhere. the ends of the pages singe and by the time he's noticed that this ~*magic*~ book is a scam? it's pretty much a fireball. thinking fast, he chucks it toward the nearest body of water, aka the duck pond. sizzle, sizzle..]
..Bummer.
[ so, castle, feel free to spot a teenager who is still covered in flames by the pond. he's curling his lip at the water. guess who isn't putting his hand in the water to get that book back anytime soon? ] Aw, man. Can you say gross?
[ ooc; This is after this thread. Wee. And totally open. Or over the journal since it got a little charred and then soaked. CRASHING NOW. I'll get back to tags in the morning folks. ]
There's no need to fear, Johnny's here! Pete forked over the basics -- sentient castle, losses, no way out, magic books. Sounds like my kind of party. Did I mention I hate books? 'cause I do. But who cares, right? We're not talking about my likes and dislikes here, not unless you're aiming to get to know me better. If that's the case, ask away and I'll deliver.
What kinda guy would I be if I left a pretty girl's questions unanswered? A real douche, that's what.
[ after a moment, he begins to skim through the pages again ]
So Paradisa. Paradise? I'm thinking it's a scam, kind of like those brochures that offer you the presidential sweet -- only you get there and find out you missed the fine print. So the poor schmuck who fell for it gets the room with the broken AC and no cable. Am I getting warmer? Got a feeling I am, there's only way to tell for sure. Here goes nothing -- Flame on!
[ the journal picks up a whoop! ]
Warmer? Pfft. I was on fire. No pun intended.
[ yeah, he probably should have dropped the journal off somewhere. the ends of the pages singe and by the time he's noticed that this ~*magic*~ book is a scam? it's pretty much a fireball. thinking fast, he chucks it toward the nearest body of water, aka the duck pond. sizzle, sizzle..]
..Bummer.
[ so, castle, feel free to spot a teenager who is still covered in flames by the pond. he's curling his lip at the water. guess who isn't putting his hand in the water to get that book back anytime soon? ] Aw, man. Can you say gross?
[ ooc; This is after this thread. Wee. And totally open. Or over the journal since it got a little charred and then soaked. CRASHING NOW. I'll get back to tags in the morning folks. ]