"Hang on. Who exactly is your father and why is avoiding the authorities such a concern for him?"
"Marcus Hadley. He's a–"
"I know who he is."
"I was going to say he's a piece of shit."
"I didn't even know he had a son."
"Probably because he sees me more as a disappointment."
“I Just wanted to know why you had your wings out in the first place. Can’t you retract them? Or make them go away? Something to that effect?”
"Yeah I can do that."
"So why didn't you?"
"I was making a statement."
"What kind of statement… exactly?
"You know I was being sarcastic, right? I wasn’t making a fucking statement, you idiot.”
““How good are you at swimming?”
“I’m good..”
“And..hm, dodging bullets?”
A pause. “I have experience, yes.”
“And what would you think if we combined the two together? How would you deal with that?”
“Why..why do you say that? What are you implying?”
“Oh, just considering a little experiment. Would you mind if we pushed you off this pier?”
"Boycotting death is not working out as well as they expected."
"Is there anything else that’s hurting you? And please be honest this time.”
“No, the fight was broken up before my father could do any real damage.”
“I’m going to pretend like that’s a joke, because if I recall correctly, I told you that you should steer clear from your father if he happened to be in town.”
“But for what it’s worth, I did tell you that I was going to beat the shit out of him if I ever saw his stupid face. I didn't even know he was in town."
“You don’t like being told what to do, do you?”
“Well you did tell me to get lots of rest, which I did do.”
"That sounds like gibberish."
"It's actually pronounced fuck you."
"I'm not going to marry someone who only sees me as dinner."
"Oh come on–"
"She tried to eat me, Kyoko. Twice."
“Well that’s stupid."
“It is.”
“You’re going to get yourself killed.”
“I’m pretty good at not dying. But you’re probably right.”
“It’s quite literally impossible.”
“I know.”
—
“I have no idea how on earth you’re still alive, much less chosen for a mission of this significance.”
“Haven’t you heard? Life feels sorry for clumsy people, so we get a few extra perks. Like extreme durability.”
“Is making other people laugh another one of those perks?”
“Sure. Being entertaining is one of the only reasons powerful people keep us around at all.”
—
"People have died!"
"Yes, they tend to do that when you kill them. Rather an unfortunate side effect, don't you think?"
"People have died!"
"Yes, they tend to do that when you kill them. Rather an unfortunate side effect, don't you think?"
Love this lol
A (counting, mumbling):10, 11, 12, uh. Hmm.
B: how many were there?
A: I'm not done counting.
B: oh.
A: holy shiz
B: What?
A: what comes after 12?? Like, you know how it goes 10, 11, 12, SOMETHING, 14, what's in between 12 and 14??
B (staring): calm down-
A: OH MY GOSH WHAT COMES AFTER- WHATS THE 13TH NUMBER??
(B, visibly concerned)
A: o- oh.
B, visibly confused: yeeaaahh…
A (mumbling, continues counting): 13, 14, 15..
“They won’t let me die, they won’t let me live. They keep me here, in this metal shell - an affront to this world - and they don’t let me go.”
—
“I used to be human, once.”
“You were..?”
“Yes. But it was long ago. Many, many years ago. You were probably not alive back then.”
“Then..”
“I was simply chosen of a batch of scans to be put here. Nothing more, nothing less. Rather unluckily so, to me.”
—
“What an odd creature. You remember me, after all those years, don’t you? Yes, I see it now.”
“They start out small. Like the size of ants, some of them. But then they feed. And learn. Some of them are the size of humans; some of them look and act their part too. Others can be bigger than a blue whale.”
“That’s not possible.”
“I’d agree with you, if it weren’t for the fact that these things aren't from our reality.”
w o a h
"Um….waking up?" Kaz said, frowning as he racked his brain. Anything? He shouted into the empty void of his head. Nah, it shouted back.
“This army, they don’t have guns?”
“Naw, fam.”
“Oh. Then, uh… what do they have?”
“Nothin’ special, really. Just, y’know, a bunch o’ superpowers like blowing shit up or calling down meteors from space or stopping time or-“
“HOW THE FUCK IS THAT SUPPOSED TO BE SAFER THAN GUNS!?”
“I didn’t say those were safer, I just said they didn’t have guns, fam.”
“You think the power to channel lightning is cool?”
“Pff, HELL YEAH.”
“What about channeling enough energy to destroy atoms?”
“Wut.”
“Or having the strength to suplex a dinosaur?”
“Uh-“
“Or controlling a planet with your mind?”
“H-how does that wo-“
“Or blasting lasers from your bare hands that are intense enough to burn through titanium within milliseconds?”
“I’m still confused about the whole planet thing-“
“Or making the sexiest and most delicious peanut butter and jelly sandwich faster than light?”
“I LIKE THAT ONE.”
“You know, I thought there were gonna be minimal casualties. But there’s a bunch of dead people outside. Some of them don’t even look like people anymore.”
The oddly tall person rests her chin on her hand. “Yeah, they’re dead alright. Did my job. What you gonna do? Sue me?”
“I would, but considering the entire place is falling into anarchy, I can’t right now.” He sighs, looking out the door. Or rather, at it.
“I’m flattered. But really, this headache is killing me. Be a darling and fetch some meds, will you?”
“No, I’m not your ‘darling’- and why do you get a headache every time you become..that?”
“Too complicated for the singular, human mind.”
“So you opened a portal, intruding into a completely different plane of existence, and expect that the inhabitants will be all friendly to you?”
Her question is ignored. So she speaks again.
“That’s like,” she stares at the light, “walking into a strangers house, and just using all of their things! Without permission, even!”
He glances at her. “The Stranger’s already sent a message it does not like us. We would stop, but it has gone too far.”
“So, why’s it called Guts?”
“It sounds neat.”
“Is that it?”
“And well, that’s what it does.”
“What?”
“It guts you. Alive.”
“Uh oh,” she stares at the cloud. “Think it’s time we take our leave.”
“Yeah, no kidding.”
“How many guns do you need?”
“How many do you need to take down one target?”
“That’s not comparable!”
“Oh? I just compared it. Whoopsie.”
Me revive this discussion
“It‘s hard to believe that just a few months ago, this thing was a meteorite. Crashed down here, and we only really figured out that it wasn’t ‘normal’ after several lives had been lost. And by the time the world knew, it was far too late. This thing…it is the centrepiece of everything that has happened so far. Functions like a heart….no…gives orders, not a heart. A brain of some sorts. But why? Why has this all..Doctor? Doctor..? Doc, are you listening to me? Doc!?”
His eyes widened when he realized what was happening. It was painful, to say the least, but he couldn't feel it, I know he couldn't. Not until it was complete.
As my vision shifts from gazing up at him to looking down on him, he looks up at me, struggling to hold…struggling to hold himself up as he coughs out blood. Red blood.
"Your heart and soul will die with me." His hoarse voice, having my eyes and expression, really stung, but I couldn't let him see that.
I shake my head, pushing my lips together, as I point the gun at him.
"That's where you're wrong. You have my body, not my spirit."
Silas stared at her evenly. “Good.” Without any further words he stepped past her, up to the creature.
“Perfect,” he whispered softly, “It’s still alive.”
“What?”
“Paralyzed.” He reached into its concave stomach and pulled out the knife. He threw it in Daniella’s direction without looking back, letting it fall near her feet. “Clean that. Put it on the table when you’re done.”
Daniella took up the thing, after wiping it on the grass. Before turning away she saw Silas slowly reach up to the thing’s bulging face, his long white fingers sliding over its needle like teeth before breaking one off with a loud crack.
(Oh man, I've got so many now that Camp NaNo is over)
“Wait, you said you could explain everything to me. I think you owe me at least that much.”
“I never said everything, but I will tell you what I can. Although, I think probably, you won’t believe me.”
“Try me."
“I can read minds."
“You really expect me to believe that?”
“No. Did I not say that like thirty seconds ago?”
“You don’t believe me, do you?”
“If you could read my mind you wouldn’t have to ask.”
“Dallas Dawson, bit of a skeptic, aren’t you?….Ok, I realize how this looks. My name is Andor Nordmark, if that makes you feel better.”
“It doesn’t really,”
“Well it should. Let’s say I do try to pull something on you. You call the cops, and they say, ‘so tell me about this guy?’ And you say, ‘His name was Andor Nordmark. He’s six foot two and has purple hair. Also, he was wearing a stupid fox hat, and he had a Norwegian accent, because he comes from Norway. Not Germany.”
It’s kind of like…like you know when you feel like someone is watching you? And maybe you don’t see them but you know that someone is there? It’s that same kind of feeling.”
“That’s… incredibly unsettling, thanks.”
"Dallas, It’s really important that you try to stay calm right now."
"Stay calm? Stay calm?! I’m trying to treat a stab wound and you want me to stay calm?! Get fucked!"
"What kind of a name is Ara for a guy?"
"Awfully bold of you to ask, considering your name is Dallas."
“I think that maybe you should see a therapist.”
“Ok.”
“Ok? I was kind of expecting you to fight me on that one a little bit."
"Please, just come this once and we’ll leave you alone."
"Do I even get a choice?"
"Technically, but we’ll just keep trying to make this work until something happens."
"Keep trying then."
"I know where you go to school, Dallas. So you can either come today or just wait for me to show up in the parking lot, probably when you least expect it. It’s your call."
"Ok, that sounded really threatening. How do you even know that?"
“Did no one tell you we can do telekinesis?”
"No."
Yeah, it takes a bit of practice, but it’s not so hard once you get the hang of it. I’d get you to try and take one of Ara’s books, but I don’t want to piss him off. Yet."
“Kurt Vonnegut was abducted by aliens, and you cannot change my mind about that.”
“Do you ever think before you speak, or do you know how ridiculous you sound but choose to say it anyways?”
“Listen, I’m just saying, if I’m right–”
“You’re not, but go ahead anyways.”
“So, say we are next on this freak’s hit list, what do we do?”
“Well, I would start by calling the police, for one thing.
“I meant more like, should we have some kind of plan in place? Like, if I go missing suddenly, or say I turn up dead, is it fair of me to ask you to- I dunno- avenge me or something.”
“I’m not doing that,”
“I’m being serious, Andor.”
“I know. So am I”
“You’re never being serious. But for the sake of furthering the conversation, I’ll pretend you actually mean it for once.”
"Hey Andor, I have a question for you."
"Go for it."
"Does Ara always drive like he’s being chased by the cops, or does he just want me to die?"
"Goddamn, this the worst fucking city.”
“Why do you live here then?”
“UBC was offering me a better scholarship deal. Once I finish my residency I might try to go back to Montreal. See if I can get a job there instead.”
“You miss it there?”
“Yeah, sometimes. “I miss my parents. I don’t think they like that I’m so far away from them…Also I miss not having a freeway that goes through the city. Who’s fucking idea was it to have stoplights at every intersection in a city this big? Like, come on.”
group
(Have I mentioned that I love your characters? Because I love your characters.)
“Why do I always befriend the problematic ones?”
“I would like to point out that you are also a problematic one.”
“So I am.”
“Don’t give up on yourself.”
“I’m about to get my philosophy degree; it’s a bit too late to be saying that to me.”
“Want a drink?”
“No, I, uh, have to drive myself home.”
“You live here.”
“Sure, the metaphorical storm may be difficult, but you need to find shelter to weather the storm.”
“And what does the metaphorical shelter mean?”
“I have no idea. I think my metaphor is collapsing.”
“If you told me five years ago that I would become a devout Christian and major in theology, I would have laughed. Hell, I’m still laughing.”
“Why are you such a jackass? Aren’t you supposed to love thy neighbor?”
“…As you love thyself,” Francis finished. “Right. Except I found a loophole: I hate myself. So get fucked.”
"You think you're some kind of hero?" Ben asked, glaring at her. "Saving that thing? If you can even call it saving. You think you're really doing something good here?"
"Actually, yes," Payton said coolly. "I am a hero. Not that you'd know anything about it."
"Have you ever had music just… blow your mind?"
"Uhhh, well, yes, actu-"
"I thought not. Haha, you peasant! Bow to my superiority!"
"Can you please, please, go for five minutes without referencing something??"
"No, no, no, no, no, no…"
"…I feel like I'm being played for a fool, but I actually have no idea what you're referencing this time."
"You may have one last glance of hope. You can say goodbye to your friend here before you both die." SIlverlake said smoothly. She stopped in front of a door, the guards unlocking it and pushing Itha forward. Itha felt her heart stop in panic. Had they captured Ram? Mehri? Jiji?
The door swung open to reveal Osric sitting on the bed, looking surprised. He and Itha stared at each other for a second.
"Oh, no, not you!" they both shouted simultaneously.
Silverlake found herself wondering if she'd misjudged the situation just a tich.
Dude. You cannot spend the rest of your life here. You need to get back. They will need you before the end.
"Okay, that's great, but I. Have. No. Boat. I'm hundreds of miles from home, in the middle of the ocean, and I have no way to get back. Heck off."
Swim, coward.
"Anthony, I will drown. Do you want me to drown."
Bwack bwack bwack, that's all I'm hearing.
"Anthony. You really expect me to just drown myself?"
What a chicken. Baby little idiot chicken…swim, coward! Swim!
"Oh for the love of-FINE! And when I'm dead, we'll see who's laughing." Ram pushed himself up, stomping to the beach and whipping around to glare at Anthony's ghost as it followed along. He held up both middle fingers and walked backwards into the surf, tripping an a beached log and falling over backwards for his final trick.
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(Was it High School Musical? I feel like it was High School Musical…)
(Was it High School Musical? I feel like it was High School Musical…)
(Not sure you're talking to me, but if it's the no, no, no thing, it's a little off the mark ^^ It's super obscure, I really doubt many people would have any idea what it was at all xD)
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(Was it High School Musical? I feel like it was High School Musical…)
(Not sure you're talking to me, but if it's the no, no, no thing, it's a little off the mark ^^ It's super obscure, I really doubt many people would have any idea what it was at all xD)
(Oof, I thought it was the "no no no! no no no! stick to the status quo!" thing lol)
(Was it High School Musical? I feel like it was High School Musical…)
(Not sure you're talking to me, but if it's the no, no, no thing, it's a little off the mark ^^ It's super obscure, I really doubt many people would have any idea what it was at all xD)
(Oof, I thought it was the "no no no! no no no! stick to the status quo!" thing lol)
(While I will probably be sticking that in somewhere now, it's from a livestream of a youtuber playing Human Fall Flat xD)