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pundantic · 10-17-2015, 08:28 PM

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Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo

"I guess you could say that." In truth, he liked all sorts of writing, even the super serious sort sometimes, it just happened this was the only kind his quill liked to write and the products usually amused him--unless it was about him after his quill caught him in the middle of failure. Nothing funny about that. "It's maybe 60% fiction cause..." He extended the notepad just a little after it was returned and began skipping til he found what he needed. Here we go. "This kid here really did try riding the staircases, and he did scream when it suddenly started before he was ready....just...there was no battle cry echoing of war or a sword being brandished with such chivalry it pleased the gods."

See? It all happened, just not like the way the quill said it. 60% fiction. And she would become a part of that fiction! Blaise grinned widely, his dimples needing very little movement to display their existence. Hardly did he have willing subjects.

"I try reading at the end of each day so there isn't much to catch up on when I've got spare time. Maybe just an hour or two as a reward for getting homework done. Sometimes I like going to the treehouse on a weekend and just getting lost in it." Cause it was dead interesting. You wouldn't think it would be after seeing everything yourself that week but, this was through separate, embellished eyes.

Now about his quill making a heroine out of her. "Let's go on an adventure." It was hard to mask the excitement in his voice and now wide brown eyes so he didn't try. "To the bottom of the ditch." The boy released his notepad and watched both it and his quill float up to his shoulder's level. "And at the end of the adventure, I'll let you see what my quill has to say about you." Even if there was nothing down there, his quill could make it work. Was she in?

Go to the bottom of the ditch?! Was he insane? How would they even get down there? And then how would they get up? There were a lot of variables here that this kid wasn't considering. Perhaps she had been better off as a shadow like she had invested the first half of her year. Out of sight so out of mind.

But she did want to be in that notebook. Really, really badly. She wasn't sure why maybe it was just curiosity whispering in her ear. So she swallowed her anxiety the best she could (which was in full force right now) and tried to convince herself an adventure was worth having. Despite the odds.

"O-okay," her voice was shaky. "But, how are we getting down there?" Did he have any sort of plan or was he functioning on pure spontaneity. That made a difference in the kind of adventure they were going to have.

Dead or alive being the two differing outcomes.

Chloe briefly considered running away, but her anxiety kept her nailed to the ground. She was doing this. Whether she wanted to or not.

10-17-2015, 08:28 PM	#111 (permalink)
pundantic MO Moke Join Date: Dec 2010 Location: Winterfell Posts: 8,763 Hogwarts RPG Name: Gideon Emerson Slytherin Seventh Year x4	Who Am I? Ern's 2460FUN Quote: Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo "I guess you could say that." In truth, he liked all sorts of writing, even the super serious sort sometimes, it just happened this was the only kind his quill liked to write and the products usually amused him--unless it was about him after his quill caught him in the middle of failure. Nothing funny about that. "It's maybe 60% fiction cause..." He extended the notepad just a little after it was returned and began skipping til he found what he needed. Here we go. "This kid here really did try riding the staircases, and he did scream when it suddenly started before he was ready....just...there was no battle cry echoing of war or a sword being brandished with such chivalry it pleased the gods." See? It all happened, just not like the way the quill said it. 60% fiction. And she would become a part of that fiction! Blaise grinned widely, his dimples needing very little movement to display their existence. Hardly did he have willing subjects. "I try reading at the end of each day so there isn't much to catch up on when I've got spare time. Maybe just an hour or two as a reward for getting homework done. Sometimes I like going to the treehouse on a weekend and just getting lost in it." Cause it was dead interesting. You wouldn't think it would be after seeing everything yourself that week but, this was through separate, embellished eyes. Now about his quill making a heroine out of her. "Let's go on an adventure." It was hard to mask the excitement in his voice and now wide brown eyes so he didn't try. "To the bottom of the ditch." The boy released his notepad and watched both it and his quill float up to his shoulder's level. "And at the end of the adventure, I'll let you see what my quill has to say about you." Even if there was nothing down there, his quill could make it work. Was she in? Go to the bottom of the ditch?! Was he insane? How would they even get down there? And then how would they get up? There were a lot of variables here that this kid wasn't considering. Perhaps she had been better off as a shadow like she had invested the first half of her year. Out of sight so out of mind. But she did want to be in that notebook. Really, really badly. She wasn't sure why maybe it was just curiosity whispering in her ear. So she swallowed her anxiety the best she could (which was in full force right now) and tried to convince herself an adventure was worth having. Despite the odds. "O-okay," her voice was shaky. "But, how are we getting down there?" Did he have any sort of plan or was he functioning on pure spontaneity. That made a difference in the kind of adventure they were going to have. Dead or alive being the two differing outcomes. Chloe briefly considered running away, but her anxiety kept her nailed to the ground. She was doing this. Whether she wanted to or not. __________________