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CharlotteCarrendar

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January 04, 2013 07:43AM

Roleplay Live : Group : The Carrendar Dynasty

Dead Nation

Awoken.

Players:
DarksiedTheLegend
CharlotteCarrendar
TormentedPerfection

DarksiedtheLegend: -As Raven told her tale of where she was and what she had to do did Rider listen and listen and when Raven offered to help with the Otyugh did Rider spoke again-(Rider)”I think we could just try to see if there are openings as flusher person…who am I kidding there is always a job for anyone who wants to be a flusher person…But I wonder how your family would react to this bit of news. We can’t avoid the three brothers they are the only people that would cater to a flusher person and they know which certain bits of food is acceptable to an Otyugh…we can try to buy food elsewhere though that is if your family is willing to try.” –Back on the surface as the android jumped down into the floor boards of the brittle old bar would the android come across the many large sized eggs as they begun hatching as one of the eggs would burst up as a nasty green fluid started to slip to the floor before the creature would come out. Its appearance seemed insectoid having what appears to be six legs each of these legs seemed to be more like spikes, a ferocious looking pincers in front of its smaller mouth, a set of eyes near the side of its main body but near to its mouth, and its hide seemed to be made from hard scales but since it had hatched it might be weaker than normal, but then another one came out beside the first, then a third one next a forth…it seems like more and more were hatching some might say that those that already hatched were fifty insects or so but there was still more eggs hatching by the minute but then the latest egg that hatched has produced an insect that seemed humanoid as it stood on two legs but it seemed like it also had two crab like claws and also two extra arms that seemed to be sticking out from its sides but these looked more like razor sharp scythes, this being took a moment to look at itself before noticing the android in an odd sense one could say it smiled before pointing a claw at the android and letting out a scream to which the fifty insects screamed before charging at the android for little did the android know it had unfortunately stumbled upon one of the many hidden nests of these bugs.

While in Nemaeus, specifically at the spire of Archane did lieutenant Fox continued to watch the scene between Taru and the two children before the Ettercaps arrive to take the children away would he mutter to himself.-(Fox)”If I knew any better these are just squabbling of children…Like I know what these beings are doing but if they want a war…then so be it the Zero faction might be more than willing to wage a war.”-Fox would then retrieve a small crystal ball before throwing it into one of the cracks in the building as he then just started to leave as he begun to stretch a bit as he worked his muscles before trying to leave this place.-

CharlotteCarrendar:- Baldrick had been dozing soundly for some time, but when he heard the voices of Rider and Raven, he opened an eyelid, and stretched. His old bones creaked and popped, till he was sitting, smacking his lips, bleary eyed. “I must have slept a long time. And this wall, is not exactly the most comfortable thing to lean against.’ Baldrick slowly got to his feet, and groaned audibly, as it was a bit of an effort, to move those aching bones. Seeing as Raven had returned, and was not wearing her mask, Baldrick ambled over, and reached out to pat her head softly. “That’s my Raven, so good you came back. No luck with the Brothers. Bah. Looks like, it’s the Flusher business for us. Not sure how we get our hands on an Otyugh though. They must be expensive.” Course, none of them knew how to even get one, let alone how to pay. “Don’t suppose they rent them?”- was then next silly question, which actually made Raven smile. Something she had not done in many a day. Paige finally awoke, with her hand still holding the bag of coins. “What I miss?” she asked in a groggy state, her hair all messy on one side. Baldrick tried not to smirk, since it was not a good idea to make fun of the young one. “We might be working in the Flushing trade. Course, you will have to help.” Paige blinked a few times, and then whispered- “They smell.”- Raven stood up slowly and then pointed out. “We all do, since; I can’t remember the last time any of us had a bath.” This was quite true, and Paige had to agree. She raised her arm and smelt under it, making a shocking face. “You never all told me I smelt this bad.”- Raven turned back to Rider, and said with confidence. “That’s the three of us. What do we do to become Flusher people?” :: Back in the Spire of Arachne, Taru was walking through all the children, as they chorused their worship of her, the Elder of Carrendar. All this was starting to go to Taru’s head, in her sick state. She raised a hand up and coughed, the black appearing on her hand, and she quickly lowered it, trying to appear normal. Sora walked up beside her and tried to grab her arm. He snarled under his breath. “Locking up the children of Charlotte is dangerous. If word of this gets out, and she returns to find out what you have done…” Taru yanked her arm away from her brother, positively seething. “Oh…I am just getting started. All my life…denied what should have been mine. Those…that wronged me….will pay.” <3>

TormentedPerfection: Has the eggs moved? According to his thermal scanner, they were. And these meant only one thing. Something was coming out. While the initial impact caused the eggs to crack, the odd thing was the liquid that first came out of it. The android stepped right back, while the greenish liquid interested him, the rumbling sound of screeches were enough to intrigue the android, lifting his head up, a small tilt of his head would be seen as he seen the first one. It looked freakishly scary. Like one of those shits you’d see in those ALIENS movie. And if he wasn’t mistaken, they ate people. His eyes shot right at the other two, three five ones. His scanning process started to spin and zoom on the creatures while the female voice spo0ke “Warning. Potentially Hostile. TORMENT is advised to retreat or enable it’s weapon’s system.” TORMENT started to back up, it’s eyes glowing red as it’s memory AI initialized, forcing weapon’s system to enable. The voice once again, spoke. “Initializing…10…20…30…40.. ERROR! Could not fully interpret. Data aborted.” His vision spun and changed to a red one, with the scanner spinning a red hue. On the outside, the cyborg’s eyes would turn red, and its stance would take a drastic change, its left arm clenched in a fist as it spun uncontrollably, before being separated in half, a black mini gun of sort in place with his left hand. Firing exploding rounds as well. While his ammo socket came from the near Exo Skeleton, while the rounds were plenty, it was nowhere near enough for these. So, the android jumped up, just as they charged and it’s foot launched its rocket propelling system, propelling him backwards into the dark room. Although quite dangerous considering he didn’t know whether he’d hit a wall, and would initially knock a wall down, he had no choice but to calculate the resistance and turn away if needed, although that was unlikely and he’d hit the wall after one try. While he was being propelled backwards, he was sure that he did it the exact time the first bug ran, so the impact would’ve slammed into the bug, if not then what the hell. Aiming his mini gun and loading his explosive rounds, his voice changed to a deep, manly voice as he spoke. “I’ll BE BACK!” Although, it was unlikely, since it was possible that he won’t make it out the first place.

DarksiedtheLegend: -Somewhere in one of the cathedrals placed at the tops Fjelding mountains a man dressed in white robes watched at the scenes happening in the Cathedral of the spire of Arachne as this man watched from his mystical crystal orb did he then rang a bell as a deacon who was also dressed in white robes enter the chambers as the deacon entered the room did he bow –(Deacon)”Archbishop what are your orders?” –The man who had sat in the throne room and had stared into a mystical crystal orb as none other than the Archbishop who wore a mask-(Archbishop)”Has the agents of the God emperor landed yet?” (Deacon)”They have your lordship, various faithful believers in the Nixagrian army has proven this fact.” (Archbishop)”When the time is right inform them of to send inquisitors to the demon location.” (Deacon)”Are you sure Archbishop? Why not tell them now?” (Archbishop)”The divinations given to me by the God Emperor is disturbing at the least…These divinations has lead me to believe that a member of the agents who landed is a psyker and one who would attempt to summon the Chaos Gods…” (Deacon)”Impossible aren’t every agent of the God Emperor incorruptible?” (Archbishop)”The divinations of the God Emperor were never wrong before he foretold that Saviors would arrive from the stars to this planet…and now these divinations foretell of a traitor among their ranks if this traitor is not found soon….Then our saviors isn’t in this batch of agents…If the traitor is not found and our supposed saviors die then we will be forced to commit heresy to save ourselves and when our true Saviors arrive we would then repent for our sins.” (Deacon)”I understand Archbishop but what if our saviors then try to kill us? ” (Archbishop)”Then my hand is forced to activate the ancient relic to call upon the Ecclesiarchy to send the Adepta Sororitas” (Deacon)”The sisters of battle but don’t they?” (Archbishop)”Yes, they do the impossible but I rather be cleansed by the flames of Ecclesiarchy rather than the hands of false saviors. Deacon be prepared to tell our savior if they are who they say they are, the location of the demon but only when I say the need is now…Now go and wait for my signal.” (Deacon)”I understand Archbishop”-As soon as the Deacon left did the Archbishop smile before saying to himself ever so quietly-(Archbishop)”If only they knew that my loyalties are to one being alone…The one True Sied would grace us with his presence when the time is right.”

-As the android went into combat mode, the supposed leader just waited patiently for more of the insect warriors to wake up until there was an odd number of ninety nine insect warriors did the supposed leader retreated to inner confines of the basement as it passed more and more insect warriors hatching from the sudden intruder did the leader went into the deeper parts where the basement met a cave and in this cave there was three eggs two were upright but the third was laying down as the leader tapped the two eggs standing upright with its claw like arm which cause them to hatch, one of the eggs revealed a female human head, chest, and arms but the rest of its body was armored segments with a total of fifteen pairs of legs while the second one was bigger, it had no head to speak of, its entire body was thick armor plating, it had two elephantine legs, a large crab claw not the small crab claw but the really big one, while the other arm was empty almost like the other arm was deep with its thick armor plating body, and then its two yellow eyes open up on the chest part of its body as these two newly awoken insects looked at the leader it first pointed at the bigger of the two as it let out a scream as it then pointed to the wall. To which the big crab like creature nodded before rushing to the wall and using its big crab claw to dig and make new passage while the female insect just nodded to the leader as she wrapped her legs around the three egg slowly manoeuvring it to its back as she then waited for the crab like warrior to make their escape tunnel, while the leader went out of the special room as it let out another screeched to inform the rest of the bugs to fight harder and finish the intruder.

As the insect warriors fell one by one after receiving a certain number of the explosive rounds in them but the other insect warriors were rushing and charging at the android using their heavy pincers to snap at the android in an attempt to take one of its arms or legs if they were fortunate enough to get close to this android after all these just hatched but how many ammunition does one android hold? And is it sufficient enough to take down the forty five that still was trying to kill him and what about the other ninety nine that had hatched and blocking the path way of this android from entering tunnels leading to the special room. And now back to Rider’s house when the three seemed to be alive and speaking among each other about deciding to becoming a flusher people as Baldrick spoke about buying or renting a Otyugh did Rider wanted to speak but was interrupted by Paige then Raven then Paige because of the thought that she smelled and then when Raven turned back to Rider and asked about how could they become flushed people did Rider eventually spoke-(Rider) “Umm well most Otyugh aren’t cheap true but some are also cheap depending on their training…Hmm where to start on becoming a flusher person…I think you might need to register at the Down the drains shop but don’t worry they only need names cause if something happens they know which family member to send your paycheck too but I’ll take you all in the morning when the shops are open again…but then again maybe they are open all night…I never checked the night shift so it’s hard to tell.”

CharlotteCarrendar;- Eyes of pure black, watched over the many hundreds of Children, even a great deal of Charlotte’s. Without Seven or Raven to guide them, they were at the hands of Taru, who had diabolical plans for them, when the time came. Taru raised both arms, and then spoke to the gathered throng. “We all have much to do, but you need rest, my young. Go to your chambers, and gather at five am.”- All the children hushed under her direction, though some of the children that had been to Dead Nation, looked apprehensive, wanting to ask of Raven, but the realising that you would only be punished for speaking of them. Sora stood with his arms folded, watching this scene, and shaking his head. “We are Elders, we should be protecting them. I don’t know what game you are playing, but I have close to had enough, and will return to Harstens. I never wanted a part in the wars of the men from the stars.” Taru spun round, her long cloak whirling. The winter white haired bebilith strode right up to him, and then brought up her hand, to caress his cheek. “There is nothing for you at Harsten’s, especially when the war machine ploughs though your wilderness. And it will. They won’t stop till all is destroyed. Then what?”-Looking closely at Taru, he could see the change in her skin, the way the black leaked from her eyes. “You’re sick. I can see it.”- Sora said with concern, taking her hand and holding it. “Those Astartes, they did this, and set off, whatever it is inside of you.” He spoke the truth, for the black was taking control, and her body was to suffer for it. Would her vessel be strong enough to withstand….the end? For now, Taru had other plans. “While the children sleep, guarded by the Ettercaps, we…*she squeezed his hand and then brought it up to her lips, brushing them against her soft skin as she continued*..are going to the surface. Lorewall.”- Holding her brother’s hand, they both shimmered and left the Spire of Arachne. But in the shadows, someone was watching; little Jira. He watched the pair of Elders leave and then scurried down to the next level, running up and coming to stop in front of Seven and Luna’s cell. Seven raced to the bars, shaking them and begging Jira “Get us out!”- Jira took out an old hair pin, and tried to pick the lock, before the Ettercaps realised he was gone. The dull click and the door swung open, with Luna launching at Jira to hug him. “Thank you..thank you, I was so scared we would never get out of here, unless it was on a plate.” Seven grabbed Luna’s hand and said boldly. “We need to find Raven, and the staff, and get them back here.” Jira was panting and said to warn them “I have been there.”  Worried about the world that Raven, Baldrick and Paige were in. “Well, I’m not going back there, I just can’t.  You have no idea what I did to come back”

:: Back at Riders, Rider was filling them on the chance to buy young Otyughs, that needed training. Being hopeful, Raven asked. “Well, if we all don our masks, we can go to the shop now.” She wanted to start right away, and prove she was worthy to be in the tunnels, not being judged for her name.  “If we can get younger Otyughs and train them, then, that is what we need to do.  Staying in this house, and hiding who we are, is not going to bring in coins to pay for our keep.”-  Raven stood, and placed her mask back on, urging her Grandfather and Paige to do the same.  “Lets go.”

TormentedPerfection: It was doing great. His eyes scanned the room, it’s A.I system trying to find a certain exit. Although the hole he made wasn’t in anyway blocked, he knew it would be soon. And he was running out of ammo. One can hold so many rounds. But even his full barrel was coming to waste. And he’d have to resort to melee. Or his Plasma Cannons. But since he wasn’t fully equipped yet, it was unlikely. He wasn’t equipped to take down the whole swarm. And due to his calculations, he was concluding that it was fifty to forty. His eyes shot right around, his AI’s calculating capabilities tested at such a tight situation. Once that was over, he stopped firing, hoping to save his bullets. Although he could get upgrades for his armor. He just needed a bio sample from the damn insects. It was a possibility. Of course. His leg was unfortunately grabbed by one of the damn insectesoid. The Android didn’t yell or scream under the pain.

Although his nano-organic armour skin was slowly getting crushed, it was nowhere near his Exo Skeleton. So it wasn’t that much of a nuisance. His eyes however, shot right up at the exit as he was flung around. Knowing how to handle this, the Android forced himself right in front of the insect, souring through air , his arm clenched in a punch as he brought it down. If it would’ve hit, the punch might’ve taken it’s head off due to the unusual superhuman strength of the blow. And the android would’ve flown right at the fallen body, effortlessly grabbing it and he would’ve rocketed right up to the hole he maid, before placing the insect at the counter, safe from the hole which was unfortunately filled with insects. But what ran through his mind was what were those things? His AI did not have any record of seeing such organics in it’s life. And His AI was built to include most race and monsters there was. While this was an extreme oddity, he could not examine such hostile creatures now. Perhaps if he finally absorb this damn insect. His eyes would examine the insect, trying to find anything. Little did he know, that he was a mere pawn in the games of the giants. An experiment to be tested. And he didn’t even know that he was played.

Ready to Hatch.

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CharlotteCarrendar

 

January 03, 2013 06:20AM

Roleplay Live: Group : The Carrendar DynastyDead Nation

Ready to hatch

Players:
DarksiedtheLegend
CharlotteCarrendar
TormentedPerfection

DarksiedtheLegend: -The Duergar ponder about Z use of words especially that he wanted to be left alone as the Duergar thought this was a funny concept as Z pushed his hand deeper into the armor as the Duergar just smiled at the notion even asking for it but it was those words that made the Duergar laughed in front of Z for the thought of bar being a placed to be left alone…a bar of all place..a bar that most would visit as the local drinking pool of the community this very place where most flock and no one is given any sort of privacy cause there tends to be one or two drunks that would provoke other and this Duergar was no exception to that as he is known to joke around with every sort of person that drinks in this bar and when Z gave one more insult before removing his hand as Z made a declaration to the Duergar who was clearly drunk thus the reason he didn’t scream in pain but instead laughed and as soon as Z left the bar would the Duergar make his move to go to the corner of the room where unbeknowest to Z at the time was a being just sitting behind the table as the Duergar spoke to the being hidden in the shadows-(?)”It’s as you said sir, he has some strength but I believe he might be holding back though he did shatter my bone…A rare few can survive touching my cursed armor which cause some a great deal of pain over time it hurts anyone who dares touch it but not the one who wears it…Time will pass as he get slow bits of pain from cramps to legs falling asleep until eventually he loses control of his own bowels and certain body parts, if he survives through that he might be lucky enough to live a life restricted to a chair or bed whichever he gets to first…it’s a good thing I got a psychic friend to help me put this thing on and off so can I have something for my troubles?” –At that motion did the being hidden in the shadow tossed a bag full of gold coins onto the table to which the Duergar with his working arm grabbed and opened the bag to see it filled to the brim with gold coins to which he responded-(?)”You are all too kind sir to someone as small as me…can you oblige this small fellow with an answer…. Why are you picking on a giant like him?” –To which the being hidden in the shadows spoke up from beneath his black armor in an almost a breathless man-(Sheriff)”All outsiders must learn that the Butcher is the law now…No one is above the Butcher not even if the fallen Lorelei Carrendar were to rise up again would she be forced to be beneath the Butcher..I will ensure that even if she did rise he will remain in power and she doesn’t steal anything from the Butcher…Not even if the royal nobles were to sprout back up, they will be forced to understand that Butcher is the new leader…All must understand that the Butcher is the law…Now go and find a healer….You reek of alcohol” –The Duergar bowed to the being in black armor as he rushed off into town to find the local healer while back at Rider’s house would Rider be tossing and turning until she woke up unable to fall asleep and gasping for breath as she can’t believe some of her dreams well one was a nightmare where Butcher and his men burned her entire house to the ground with her in it and especially the dream where the Butcher himself was at her door and waited for Rider to open the door before saying to Rider that he was her father…Rider can’t believe the ridiculousness of that dream as Rider found it more and more so difficult to go back to sleep after seeing that scene and wished it was just a dream and that Butcher wasn’t out there right now as she tip toed across the room to check on her door and relieved that the Butcher or any of his men were not at her door waiting for her. Rider seemed to have stopped attempting to go to sleep altogether as she feared that she might have another crazy dream and instead decided to sit on her bed and think what all these dreams actually mean. While in the Spire of Arachne a rat was watching the event of Taru’s speech-(Taru) “My kin…my children. Long have we lived in the shadow of the Matriarch. It has brought us nothing but pain and destruction. The humans in their wisdom chose to rely on the Captain….and look at what has become of our world. The men from the stars, the Astartes have landed. AND THEY SEEK TO HARM THE CHAOS AND DEMON. While they all fight for the surface, we must take back the underworld. And it starts….HERE!” –As the rat listened to this speech and waited for its end did it started to return back to the sewers before seeing a being dressed in military boots, fatigues, green trench coat, and a gas mask, the being looked to the rat before saying to it-(?)”Shouldn’t you be going back to your master?” Well send him a message…The Zero faction has returned and yes the Malathos Point Genocide never happened. Now go back to your master. –The rat just squeaked before running into the sewers as it passed my tunnels before meeting with another rat and telling it what it saw as that rat then passed the information to another rat and to another rat until a rat eventual arrived at the home of a sewer dweller and this rat was dressed in a black robe as it started squeaking until the man in front of it pointed out obvious which so happens that the being was dressed in many bandages and wore a black robe-(Rat king)”Is this some kind of joke? You don’t need to wear that when you come to me, people will get this crazy idea that I can change into a rat…Hmm so another bebilith wishes to take the underworld back…but which one is she talking about? Bad enough that there are monsters down here now the bebiliths wish to attempt to take it….I don’t know what I find more troubling the fact that a bebilith might attack us, or the fact that the Zero faction is alive and well but I think the most troubling fact is that you even have a robe….Most troubling indeed.”

CharlotteCarrendar:- Raven couldn’t sleep. Her mind alive with all that had happened in the secret garden, the boy with the moon jacket, and the fact she had failed according to the trio of Brothers. Pushing herself up to sitting, she couldn’t help but notice that Rider was also unable to sleep. Clearly, she was also upset by something; nightmares perhaps. At this point in time, it seemed that misery enjoyed company, and so she got up off the floor and wandered over to sit beside Rider, as she sat on the edge of her cot. Holding the mask in her hands, turning it over sub consciously, she turned her head just enough, to peer through her crimson locks, at Rider, with a worried expression. “Rider…I don’t have the best of news. Things didn’t go well with Rotal and the brothers. In fact, they not only tried to kill Rotal, they also tried to kill me, when they said I was part of the clan of darkness. “- she would mumble under her breath- “Whatever that is.” Turning over the mask in her hands again, her thumbs stroked the enamel edge, as she tried to find how to explain the turn of events. “I failed in getting a job with them. They more or less threatened me not to run, or they would hunt me down.” – Raven cast her eyes to the floor, the weight of guilt baring down on her shoulders. “I need to help pay my way, and protect my Grandfather and cousin. But I just don’t know who would hire me. Could I go to Down the drains tomorrow and ask them for work you think?” It was clear, Raven was running out of ideas. :: Back at the Spire of Arachne, Seven and Luna were watching Taru with growing concern. They had never seen her behave this way before, and though it had been a long time since they saw their own mother, Charlotte, they knew that this was not normal behaviour. Their questions regarding Raven were answered coldly, and that in itself, made no sense. “You mean that Grandfather …Paige…and Raven are in the other world?” Was it true, that the dreams of Raven, of the other world were in fact real? But Taru would have no word spoken of it. Taru glared down at the pair, as the chanting grew louder. “You heard me…do I have to explain myself again?” She recognised that these two were not of her clutch, and she grinned slyly. “I think its high time, you learnt respect for your elders. ETTERCAPS!” –she cried shrilly, then using her mind to mind ability of communication, she ordered the two be taken to the cells on the next level. Two large Ettercaps marched out with spears and nudged the pair. “OI!…You can’t do this, I am Seven…Son of Charlotte!”- Taru slowly came down the stairs, as the rest of the children chanted, her cloak swirling behind her, black tears falling down her cheeks. She towered over the Mohawk wearing youngster. “You…are a bebilith..and will learn your place. Guards…take them away!”- Both children were seized, struggling as Luna kicked out. “I’m going to tell my MUM!” Taru then slapped Luna fair across the face and came within inches of her nose. “Not if I cut your tongue out first.” The Ettercaps dragged the children to the next level, as Taru wiped her nose. Black staining her hand. <3>

TormentedPerfection: In the depths of the barren wastelands, in the dead sterile sand was a rectangular casket. But the casket didn’t look like an exact…casket. It was a case of sort, the front was badly destroyed, barely holding out. But still, it was blocking the sight. It had a small black wire on the side, and it looked as if it was buried there for years. And it was. But what was within, that we could never know. A rodent, a rat of sort, started skittering in the rocky ground, in the search of food perhaps. The rat’s tooth slowly bit into the ground. It’s nose bouncing as it tried to find the only source of nutrition it can. In it’s skittering, it tripped over the black wire, the squeal of the rat caused it to turn around, and it tilted it’s head on the wire. And unfortunately, It bit down on the wire, chewing with no remorse. Little did the little critter know what was inside the container would be unsealed. And slowly, as the wire was chewed off, the container’s color turned a bright red. The critter kept looking. While the commotion inside caused the whole thing to rattle. A disfigured, static broken voice spoke. “Back up android required. Initiating forced reboot.” With t that, the voice even disfigured more, and more up until it was repeating waves of unrecognizable sound. And the glows of the container started to release a screeching sound. The figure in the box was still however, intact. As if placed under a layer of protection. It still looked human like, and it’s eyelids were closed. But it had layers of wiring on it’s body and arms, as the container convulsed, data started to course through the wires, sending static info on the figure’s body. The figure however, still kept silent. Un moving even with bytes of data transported into it’s hibernating body. At a distance, the person still looked like a normal teenager. Coffee hair, baggie, striped tee and so. But soon, the convulsing went harder, and the figure started to move. And it happened. The whole container darkened. The figure was left there, it’s eye closed in the darkness of the underground…Until…. BAM! It’s eyelids went open. Multicolored eye lids starting to progress. In the cyborg’s mind, it was still reading through the whole visual interface was in static. It’s booting and computer system however tried to progress, and there was finally an interface. The green sight of the person with the huge marker on the front. Although a prototype, the cybernetic vision will have to suffice till his HUD started to reboot and reinstall. While it’s main interface spoke to the brain “Accessing main control and data AI control….” The android’s vision blurred as it’s body convulsed, it’s arm lifting up to his face and the hands opening and closing. It tested it on the other hand and it stretched it’s foot. The voice once more spoke “Testing vocal schematics and A.I lettering…..done. Reason and higher intelligence monopolization..Initialized. Ready.” The voice went silent for a moment, and another voice spoke again, now of a man. “Congratulations, Experiment T.O.R.M.E.N.T. Your schematics are deemed working and decent, it is time for you to walk these lands. Once this reading is over your A.I capabilities will take over your synthetic tissues and—BZZZZTZTZTZTZTZTZTZTZTZTZ” The voice cut off, and the man’s pupils returned to the same sight. Panting. He lifted an arm. Pushing with all his might. The door handle went blasting as sand kept pouring in on his body. The man crawled desperately, but alas, sand overfilled him. Perhaps the subject wasn’t a success if you placed it under tonnes of sand? Wrong. On the aboveground, a hand sprang up, clawing on the sand and pulling itself up. It was the android known as Torment V.30. It’s head rolled, and it was completely in disarray. It’s clothes were dirty and so was it’s face. Sand and mud were all over it’s body. And what do you know, glasses on the ground! Kneeling and picking it up, the Android placed it between his nose up until it wandered to the bar of sort, his HUD MAP didn’t work, but it’s advanced sight did. As if a person that was in stroke, it started to stalk on the bar, limping. Once it reached the bar, it pushed the door open with minimal force and sat on the stool, and for the first time spoke. Although it’s voice was disconfigured “Oil. Please.”

DarksiedtheLegend: -As Rider would listen to Raven who had sat beside her…wait Raven but how did she…before Rider could even say anything would Raven tell a tale of how the three brothers wanted to kill her due to being a member of some clan thus made her lose a job opportunity and now was asking if there was a job at the Down the drains shop to which Rider would answer-(Rider)”I had been looking for you for two days and here you are out of the blue..reminds me of that guy Rotal…I had searched for you in the tunnels, in the market place, and even tried at the shop of those brothers you spoke of but I couldn’t even find you. It seems odd how people just pop in and out of my house so quickly…made me worried that you might have been caught by one of the sheriffs…” –Rider would then hug Raven tightly as it seems tears would be falling out of her mask as Rider continued talking-(Rider)”I was so worried for you, for the past two nights I was worried that you might be in the hands of Butcher…I thought I lost you.” –But on the surface the android known as Torment V.30. woken and headed for the nearest building that was around its area as the android entered this building which was a bar it unfortunately had very bad luck…This same building that the android entered in was abandoned for about fifteen years and he was the very first customer to have graced it after so many years and as it asked for oil to anything in the room would the android get no repsonse. Well not the first being to grace its presence for if the android were to look around it could see the dried blood that covered the walls and ceilings apparently something or someone had been here before the android and it might have eaten or attack another being for the bar was somewhat bloody from certain areas which had blood splatters, some of the table and chairs were broken into small bits and pieces and even the fact that there was a half eaten decaying corpse in the corner and literally it was half eaten. The decaying corpse had lost its left arm, a part of its right leg has been snapped off, the skull seems to have hole on the left side and another on the right side but it chest was full of maggots still devouring the remaining decomposing organs of this unfortunate corpse. But if the android had the capability to scan the bar room would it discovered that underneath this floor was a basement and in that basement was full of large sized eggs and some of them were already starting to hatch. But in the spire of Arachne the man in the green trench coat looked at the scene caused by Taru, Sora Luna and Seven but by telescope as the man attempted to read their lips would he closed the telescope and say.–(Lieutenant Fox)”I hate how I can’t read their lips…But oddly those are the two from Harstens labyrinth…Hmm seems like Bebiliths are really ambitious maybe I should have put my money on this one rather than Charlotte…But then again Charlotte is the one who supposedly dropped the bomb but then again she might never know that no one died in that fabricated town…but then again maybe Truth should handle her either way I need to put money down on which one of those Bebiliths would succeed but either way…Back to staking out this Bebilith…”

CharlotteCarrendar:- What Raven had failed to realise, was that the time she was in the lake of the secret training grounds, that two days had passed back out in the tunnels. So it was no surprise really, that Rider would have been worried sick about the young girl. Rider’s sudden embrace of Raven, caught the young one off guard, and she found herself squished up against the flusher woman. Rider went off, about how she searched for her for two days, frantic that the Butcher or his men had captured the hapless bebilith. “I’m sorry…I am…I didn’t know I was gone for two days. It felt like barely an hour. The place I was taken too was so weird. It had this huge lake, and a statue of a woman on bended knee, wanting to hug, but I had to fetch the water from the lake and use the goblet to fill the bowl. Then, drink the lake water from the goblet. I saw a boy with a moon jacket, and he vanished into the mist.”- Raven went on to explain, that Rotal had been attacked by Jester, and the Executioner raised his axe, to cut her head in half. “I promise not to go there again, Rider, and…I will help you with the Otyugh, till I find another job.”- Raven actually started to shed tears, for all the pent up emotions that she felt at this time. So much weighed upon the young girl. In the back of her mind, she could only think of one other person she could turn to for love…her mother, Taru. :: The two children; Seven and Luna screamed protest, kicking and biting at their Ettercap guards, till they were both thrown into a holding cell. The cell door slammed shut and the guards guffawed, before shuffling back out of the holding area. Luna was in shock. “What the hell has gotten into Aunty Taru? Doesn’t she care that Raven is not here? And what of Grandfather? None of this makes any sense.”- Seven was rattling the bars of the cage, furious at being locked up. “I demand to be let out. I am SEVEN CARRENDAR!”- Luna plopped down on the floor, and started drawing on the dirt floor. “I don’t think they care somehow, Seven. You know, I really wish Raven was here. She may have given boring speeches, but….she would never do this to us.” Back out in the main Catherdral, Taru was basking in the chants of the many children, as she grinned at the statue of Lore. “Look now…Mother. Your world..Will soon, be mine.” <3>

TormentedPerfection: Has his scanning system malfunctioned? Probably. As the man would’ve been seen by other people, they would have no doubts in thinking that he was crazy. But alas, the android could not have processed the inside of the house at this rate. No oil, no grease. Within hours, he would’ve had a hard time to mood due to the rigidness of his body. He needed to find a way to grease his body up! While this was going on however, the visual HUD of the cyborg had detected a foreign presence in the room. The voice in his HUD Spoke, this time it was a clear woman’s voice. “Your interface software is halfway initialized. You should have more options now. There is also a foreign organic in this room. “ With that, his cybernetic vision slowly made it’s way to the dead corpse. The lens capturing it and zooming in. While the data processed, TORMENT got the info he needed. And it written. “ORGANIC. NAME UNKNOWN. DEATH: APPROXIMATING….14-15 YEARS.” With the info, the android stepped closer. Though greeted by the blood dripping on his synthetically tailored bio-organic fibrous skin. While his HUD processed the blood type, the robot kept approaching the dead matter and got on one knee. It’s scanner once more made a whole scan of the decimated body. “CAUSE OF DEATH….EXTREME LACERATIONS LEADING TO PAINFUL AMPUTATION, OBJECT USED WITHIN DEDUCTIVE REASONING IS LED TO BE…..A SHARP OBJECT. IE SWORD AXE.’ Once the scanning was complete, another window popped in his face. “BLOOD TYPE: O. DETERMINING AGE OF DISLOCATION FROM BODY……UNVERIFIED.” His eyes once more glowed silvery white. And this time, the saliva intact on the torn organs were processed. After a few moments… “SALIVA. RECIPIENT…UNKNOWN. RNA TYPE…UNKNOWN….DNA TYPE…UNKNOWN.” Within reason of course, the Android concluded that the cause of death was lacerations…only through consuming. And by the knowledge applied , these weren’t the work of cannibals because of how easily it was lacerated from the body and the sign of a feeble struggle attempt to overpower the creature. The android’s eyes started to look around, maybe find the torn ligaments. But instead, another thing caught his face and mind. The underground labyrinth or bunker of sort. And it was not empty. In it were a couple of spherical objects. One would conclude they were oversized stress balls in the size of eggs. However, that was an absurd claim. The android then grabbed a stool, smashing it off the counter and as the parts went flying, he grabbed the pointed stake of sort. Though he didn’t know how do go down, there was a certain law in physics…It involved the force of an impact and the sheer impact an object can take before it’s moved. Or in this case, destroyed. The android lifted its feet of the ground, stomping down to make a huge hole in the wooden floor. And as he jumped in the darkness,, he felt his descent going smoothly as he reached the floor. His fists on the ground and his free one holding the makeshift weapon…And what was these? Eggs?!?!?!

Red Dog – A true story about an outback Kelpie, that will touch your heart.

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Australian, Dogs, DVD review, film., Humor, Kelpies, Mining, movies, Red Dog

 

With my second loss of network, due to the flooding, I found myself sitting down to watch one of the DVD’s I was given for Christmas by my Mum.

Red Dog  (2011).  A fantastic tale, based on a true story of a dog that became an inspiration to many in an outback mining town in Western Australia. With a ripper Australian cast, and amazing 70’s Oz rock soundtrack, its a movie that is going to make you laugh and cry.  Even if you aren’t a dog person, I highly recommend it, when you get the chance.

 

Johnny and Red Dog. Best Mates.

 

Cast:
Josh Grant, Rachael Taylor, Noah Taylor, Keisha Castle-Hughes, Paul Blackwell, Luke Ford, Bill Hunter, Tiffany Lyndall-Knight, Alex Williamson, John Batchelor, Eamon Farren, and Koko as Red dog.

In the tradition of Lassie, and adapted from the Louis de Bernieres best-selling novel, Red Dog is based on a true story. In this warm-hearted story, Red Dog becomes a legend with the wild outback locals. Along the way, Red Dog finds the person he’s been searching for…Sometimes you pick the dog. Sometimes the dog picks you!

Some Mothers do ‘ave em.

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cartoons, DC comics, embarrassing, family, Humor, humour, Mothers, satire., Spiderman

Why you should never go to tea with your Mother.

Duergar the Dwarf.

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bar fights, character construction, children, dwarves, fantasy, Humor, humour, rebels, stories, suspense, Warhammer, writing

CharlotteCarrendar

January 01, 2013 04:47PM

Roleplay Live : Group : The Carrendar Dynasty

Dead Nation

Duergar the Dwarf

Players:
CharlotteCarrendar
DarksiedtheLegend
ZeedusJnrFrostblood

CharlotteCarrendar:- Raven left Rotal behind, after he suggested she return to the home of Rider, while he went to discuss the situation of the Brothers with the Masters. The walk back had Raven thinking a lot of what happened, whilst she was in the secret training garden. The boy, with the moon on his jacket. The fact he was dressed in what appeared to be modern clothing. The trio of brothers; how they sought to kill her one moment, then wanted to see her grow in strength and remain in the tunnels. She wouldn’t run. How could she? Her responsibility was to her Grandfather and her cousin, Paige. In the back of her mind, she thought of her siblings and that voice in her head, of her mother. They were all united in Lorewall, as she saw through the vortex, and she gave up that last chance to just leave this place and return to them. Her hands tucked deep inside her tattered cloak, and her face hidden behind a mask, she kept her head bowed, as she stepped across a muddy pool. A sinking feeling, as it dawned on her, that things were not getting better. She still did not understand how things worked down in the tunnels, accept to say that she would not be finding employ with the brothers. How could she ever trust them? Raven would need to find another way to help pay for her families keep. Arriving back at the house, she quietly slipped through the door, and saw that Rider was fast asleep. Baldrick was propped up against a wall, his mouth agape, as he snored loudly, and Paige at the table, her head resting on her arms, as she guarded the coin purse. Course, she was asleep as well. Raven tiptoed over to the pile of clothes and sank to her knees, taking off her mask, and curling up on the dirty pile. <3>

ZeedusJrFrostBlood: Typical. It was a usual calling for old Z to enter the nearest bar. A fatal grunt of suspicion exited his peculiar-shaped lips as his feet propelled him forward, his two giant booted smashing down into the surface of the ground in the meantime. ”Beware. A giant of sorts is entering the vicinity.” No-one heard such words, it was said and stored from up above in his mind. Strange, but that’s how he was. Secretive and cautious. Smoothing his right hand over the door handle which was the entrance to the bar, his middle finger tucked under the handle to find a chipped part, and what do you of it, he did found it. ”Bloody knew it. Shoddy craftsmanship.” By shaking his head, he twisted the handle anti-clockwise before he entered the building, eruptions of coughs free fall from him gullet due to the fact that he was coming down with something. Every single one of the shadows had followed him into the tunnel; it was inevitable for them not too. Smiling his usual, devious smirk, he extended both arms out to the sides, equal length and all. A few words later and the following shadows surrounded around him, each one sucking deep into his core which the feeling was indescribable. ”Oh. Yes. Fuel the engine that is my void.” Now all of the shadows had possessed his mere figure, the giant arose; in front of the barkeeper, both cold and frantic hues staring right into his puny ones. Forth while, his lips began to part, the upper pushed up and vice versa with the lower. ”Ale.” Once said, he pushed by all the people that lingered within the bar, probably bums and such. His shoulders touched them in a hostile manner; all were to scared to retaliate due to the intimidation that signalled from his immense size. ”Seat. Where is a seat.” Grunting, he looked over to a couple of blokes who were enjoying each other’s company, Z’s orbs turned shade instantaneously to frighten them away. The red shade was the most intimidating and frightful, each guy backed up and pushed the other out the exit. ”G…Go. GO.” Laughter arose as they ran away in a scurry, each attempting to run properly due to their structure kept falling over. ”All right. Sit and behave.” Rolling his eyes, both pupils in full dilation. – Minutes later, the barkeep had designed the ale specially for him, which was poorly poured into an tankard. Slowly he approached, every sign of cautiousness was detected in his body language. ”You all right, pal? You look a bit pale.” The barkeep shook his head and planted the tankard onto the table before running away back to the bar. No tip needed. ”Hahaha. Excellent.” His conscious announced. Picking the tankard up by the handle, his palm secured a placement thoroughly around it and tightened its grip. Manoeuvring the piece of wood/steel (or whatever it’s designed out of) towards his lips, he tipped it and pushed the containment’s down into his large gullet. The broth came after as a exquisite side-effect of the drink. ”Oh. Fuck.” Chuckling as he placed the tankard down onto the table, his right leg went across the other in relaxation. – If anyone wanted to bother him with mindless blabber, Z would merely scare them away with his main tactics. Either it could be the reaction of the pupils, or the wide extending of his mouth….which if done correctly, can present a full two sets of 20 fangs which were intoxicated with the world’s most powerful poisons. Either one does the trick.

DarksiedtheLegend: -At that moment would Z have an unfortunate time for when he was pushing through some of the crowds and while many of the regular citizens would move away and or leave the bar some of the other bar regulars stayed behind for they really didn’t care of a giant entering their and getting rid of those wimpy scaredy cats citizens it would be at this moment one of these so called bar regulars would march up to Z and take a seat right next to him. Now this bar regular was wearing an metallic scrap armor that protect his chest while his arms would have chain mail sleeves with some unusual spiked brass knuckles, his legs wore a simple brown trousers with boots and on his back wrapped in leather straps was a warhammer which had one end the usual heavy front of a hammer while at the back was crude spike and this bar regular was bald, had grey skin and was about four feet and eight inches tall. As this dwarf or better known as Duergar hopped up to the bar stool before putting his arm on the counter before letting his chin rest on his arm as he was smiling at Z as he said-(?)”How’s the toilet ale pipsqueak?” –Before Z could speak and or respond would the Duergar speak to the bar keep-(?)”Hoy bar keep make sure to get my pipsqueak friend over here another pint of the finest ale down here and don’t forget to scrap it off the toilet bowl after my large orcy friend and his companion the Minotaur comes out of the toilet.” –As the bar keep would attempt to play neutral on the matter-(Bar keep)”Come on guys, he paid good money to be here so please stop harassing the poor boy.” –At that statement would the Duergar spoke up-(?)”Don’t worry bar keep we just having a little fun at his expense of course. But we are also thanking him for gracious getting rid of all the other paying customers that inhabited this place before he showed up…But for you bar keep we promise not to hurt a single hair on his pretty little head…” –As the Duergar would pat his own bald head before saying out loud-(?)”After all we know I deserve to have a little of it….Hyuck ha ha ha” –As the other bar regulars hidden in this dimly lit room began to laugh in agreement to the bald Duergar before the Duergar would then turn his attention back to Z-(?)”Now now lady perk up, stop being serious and enjoy the company among….friends…Is that what you call this miserable lot?”-And then the other bar regulars laughed in agreement before the Duergar himself jumped off the bar stool to return back to his company of misfits. While back at the house of Rider was soon as Raven placed her head rest would Rider wake up in a cold sweat as she sat up from her bed would Rider start to think about her strange dream and wonders if it was just a dream or a memory as she walked out of bed and out of her own home just to feel the air outside her home as if to think as Rider began to walk in a circle before stopping mid way to notice that her Otyugh had woken up as it stared at her with that eye stalk of his before Rider approached the Otyugh before patting its head as she whispered to it. –(Rider)”Don’t worry baby it was just a bad dream go back to sleep.” –As the Otyugh seemed to have nodded before walking back to its nest which was in the make shift burrow under the house as soon as the Otyugh went back to its burrow would Rider return back to her bed to try and sleep again in hopes that she won’t have that strange dream.-

CharlotteCarrendar:- The three in the house of Rider seemed to be asleep, but in fact, Raven was very much awake. She did have her head down on the pile of clothes from “Down the drains”, but her head was filled with so many unanswered questions, that the idea of drifting off, seemed remote. Watching Rider rise from her cot, and then head off outside, to see her Otyugh, Raven thought that Rider must be worrying about the dangers that her family had brought upon her, and all the money she had spent so far, to help them out. Raven felt a wave of guilt hit her, and she closed her eyes tight, when Rider returned from her walk. Last thing she wanted was for Rider to see she was awake after all. Opening one eye as Rider lay down again, she was in half a mind to go talk to her, but again, felt that she was making things worse. She started to think of her Mother, and the siblings, safe back In the Spire of Arachne. Picking at a loose thread on a garment on the top of her sleeping pile, she wondered how life could have been, if she had gone with her siblings, back to their home nation. But under Lorewall, all was not well, at all. Seven and Luna, the twins of Charlotte, watched on as the enigmatic Taru, took control of the gathered broods of Carrendar children. The Children had gone from worshiping Lore; to holding their arms up to the Elder, with the winter white hair. Sora stood in behind Taru, but you could see he was uneasy with what was happening. Seven, who had always been at odds with Raven over her dreams of the new hope for all in a far off land, was wondering, just where she was, after seeing her brothers and sisters with Sora and Taru. He decided to find out. “OI…where is Raven? What of the Staff of the spider? Where is Grandfather?”- Luna piped up. “Raven would not stay away from the Spire. Where is she?” Taru stared down at the Mohawk haired Seven and mauve haired Luna. A dark look swept over her features. “Raven ….is in a land beyond our reach. The staff is broken. The will of Lore shall be no more.”- Seven and Luna both gasped, and cried out in unison. “What?!” <3>

ZeedusJrFrostBlood: Oh. They had to come over and bother him, didn’t they? Well, play with fire and you will get burnt. Attempting to ignore the bald headed freak was futile, he needed something more subtle to get him to move from him. ”Baldy, call me pipsqueak one more time and you’ll see how much I am capable of.” Hearing the laughter of the man caused him to do the same, his hands pushing together to crack one another. ”Oh, aye. I am going to enjoy your company very much. I may even get the chance to throw you out of the window, how does that suit you baldy.” Looking right down at the male, the masculinity soared from him as his right hand was pressed onto the male’s shoulder out of pure hostility. Both hues circulated the entirety of his facial expressions; admiration was not executed for this man. He was a joker, one occupation Z despised. There was no doubting that Z was the tallest and most possibly, the strongest out of these men. ”Heed my warning my friend, do not attempt to make any sudden movements because I will disconnect your windpipe from your bastard throat. Understand.” A smile that glistened throughout the bar and it’s inhabitants, his gigantic hand pressured down upon his shoulder, which was most probably covered in armor. No matter. Z could crunch through steel, and that is what he did. Without no mistakes, he was going to dislocate the baldy guys’ shoulder/collar bone. And without effect, a thrusting movement pushed down on his puny shoulder, the entire force of his power and strength combined executed downwards upon the bone. There was no possibility of a broken bone, maybe something more disastrous. One thing he was serious about was his confidentiality around people, he wanted to be left alone and instead he got harassed by bloody men. ”Can’t you see I just want to be left alone. HUH!” Z said as he stood up, his hand continued to push deeper into the male’s shoulder, the thrusting movement kept on manoeuvring downwards and by this time, the bone would be completely shattered. Like he gave two shits. ”Fuck ye.” Nodding as he removed his hand with the proposition of any further fighting. ”Tell you and your boys to stay away or you will get much worse.” A low growl escalated in hostility to the man, before exiting the bar. ”Assholes.” One word was all that was announced before began to walk in the Northern directions, he was still unsure of the place’s surrounding habitats, but soon he will get used to them.

A Pirate’s Life – Humble Beginnings.

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adventure, blog, CharlotteCarrendar, fiction, Human roleplay, Humor, humour, IMVU, LadyBelz, Piracy, Pirates, Pirates of the Caribbean., roleplay, storytelling, writing

A new RP arc brought to you by The Spider Lady of Carrendar Dynasty. Feel free to join if you’d like.

Roleplay: A Pirate’s Life

Players: CharlotteCarrendar & LadyBelz

CharlotteCarrendar: -A frightful night, aboard the Pirate Ship, the Devil’s Mystery. The first mate was on watch, as the ship powered through the waves, on its way through the Caribbean. A place known for many a pirate vessel to plunder the ships of Her Majesty’s fleet. Down in his quarters, the Captain, one Captain Moon, was entertaining his consort and highly prized lady fair, Rachael O’Malley. Now, if only Rachael, would stop acting so manly, and let him win this arm wrestling contest. “Damn and confounded Woman…who taught you to wrestle like a man? I shall boil his bottom and feed it to him…GAH..You’re hurting my wrist.” *grunts and audible groans do follow* Seems Rachael had the Good Captain on the ropes.

LadyBelz: Rachael O’Malley, consort to the Captain and the scourge of the seven seas, wasn’t even breathing heavily as she kept her arm steady. She had challenged the Captain for the right to sail the ship to a port of the winner’s choice and she was itching to see Port Royale, located off the coast of England. Since she was a wee babe, she’d heard stories from her father, the late Captain Rochard “Red Beard” O’Malley, of the exotic scenes prevailant in England and it caught her fancy. She vowed one day to visit. She turned her attention back to the task at “hand” and grinned. “Learnt it from me dear departed father, I did. Do ye yield, kind sir?” she grinned, knowing full well she was the strongest of any of the men currently on ship.

CharlotteCarrendar: So, the bodacious wench learnt the tricks on how to arm wrestle a man from her dear departed Father. Bugger, hard to boil anything of his aside from some old bones in a casket, and like hell he was going to go to the trouble to dig him up for that. “Do ye yield, kind sir?” She said, sporting that cheeky no good grin of hers. Got him everytime. “So long as you don’t go telling the CREW. Bah…have it your way. But remember lovey. You owe me a good romping later in the silks of mah bunk. It’s been a few weeks, and me balls are the same colour as me Parrot, Harold.” He then let her take the win, his arm losing its strength.

LadyBelz: Rachael slammed his hand down to the table and with a saucy wink, stood from the table. “The crew needn’t hear anything from me…less it be me screaming me pleasure to the heavens as ye plough me to me maker.” Twirling on her boot heel, she strode toward the door. Harold sqwuaked from his perch. “Saucy wench! Saucy wench! Rawwwk!” Laughing, Rachael tossed Harold a cracker before ducking out the door and onto the main deck to take control of the ship.

CharlotteCarrendar: Captain Moon’s arm went down so hard, the thud resonated and even some of his rum bottles clinked in the cabinet next to where they were wrestling. His darling Rachael got up and gave one of those tempting winks of hers, letting him know she dare not show him up in front of the crew. Her screams of pleasure would be all they would be hearing from her in the coming nights. Watching her strut out of the Captain’s quarters, the Captain rubbed his wrist, and snarled at Harold the Parrot. “You be keeping that beak of yours closed, or I be shovin’ crackers were the sun don’t shine!” He slammed down his fist, only to cry out in pain, as it was the same one she nearly broke. On the deck, the first mate, Holmesworth, was checking the ropes, while Cabin boy Tim was racing back from the galley. “Cooks serving stew…again. Crew are a bit restless, Ma’am”- he said with a salute. “What I be telling them? Cause they look to be ready to lynch the Cook and toss him over board.”

LadyBelz: As Rachael took the helm, the cabin boy, Tim, joined her. “Cooks serving stew…again. Crew are a bit restless, Ma’am,” -he said with a salute. “What I be telling them? Cause they look to be ready to lynch the Cook and toss him over board.” Rachael looked at the tawny-haired youth with a smile on her lips and a sparkle in her eye. “Tell the mates to suck it up for a bit. We’re ta be sailin to Jolly Old England to make dock at Port Royale. Cook’s to be sure to be likin the fare there. I bet me knickers on it.” She laughed, ruffling Tim’s hair. With a hoot of glee, Tim ran back belowdecks to pass on the news. There was a muffled cheering sound that shook the boards and planks of the ship and Rachael couldn’t help but be bouyed by the sound. She was finally going to get to see England for herself.

CharlotteCarrendar: Captain Moon followed the lovely Rachael out onto the deck, to see how she handled the situation with the crew, the cook, and one besotted young Cabin boy Tim. So, they were to be heading back to Jolly Ole’ England, and with a bounty on his head, this was sure to be a dangerous voyage indee. Walking up behind her, his hands behind his back, Captain Moon said in a voice, not as commanding and full of bravado, but more of a man, who loved this lass before him. “Port Royale. Hmmph. If I remember well, that is where I met your Stepfather.   A man with no love for Pirates.  I do recall you mentioning that he had picked a suitor for your hand.   I fear we be going into the mother of all storms.”- He took a long look at the Moon, then strode back into his quarters, awaiting her to come and give him what was promised.

And so the journey begins…

Bad Kitty!

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CharlotteCarrendar

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January 18, 2013 10:37PM

Role Play Group : The Death Club

Hello Kitty …..Here We Come!…Part Four

Bad Kitty!

-The do not disturb sign was on Inga and Kraus’s room, and of course, it had a little Hello Kitty label on it, which made Nikolas chuckle as he and Maggie were going down to the restaurant to have breakfast. Nikolas reached out to knock, and Maggie gasped, stepping forward and slapping his hand away. “Ya daft fook, leave em alone. *Maggie said with some authority*..I thought you didn’t want to see any more Hello Kitty, and that there room is bound to be filled with it.” Nikolas drew his hand back and feigned being in pain. “Oww. *he shook his hand and then smirked* “ Oh yeah, the plane was bad enough.”- Memories of the flight over were still fresh in his mind. “I was thinking, after breakfast, we go do some sightseeing on our own. I don’t fancy touring Hello Kitty Heaven with the others.” As he said this, a door opened and Nanna Noonie came out, shuffling in her new Nikes, and wearing another tracksuit, only this time in baby blue. She immediately spotted Maggie and Nikolas, and smiled brightly. “You two, escaping the Hello Kitty tour too?” Nikolas burst out laughing. “Nice to know it’s not just me.” Nanna Noonie checked her door was locked and then saw that there was a “do not disturb” door marker and she gestured with her hand for Nikolas and Maggie to follow her. “Let’s go…quickliez…I haz a plan. I tell youz at breakfast.” Maggie rolled her eyes, to see Nanna acting like a secret agent making a getaway, but Nikolas loved it so far. He reached for Maggie’s hand, and jerked his head, so that she would follow along. “I’m starting to like Nanna more and more.”

Unaware of the plans of Nanna, and the Death Club bar staff; Nikolas and Maggie, Inga and Kraus were coiled up within each other’s arms in the middle of a vast pink bed that had a huge Hello Kitty symbol in the middle. Their night had been quite wild, with Inga being terribly excited about the Hello Kitty Odyssey. That excitement turned into passion, as the giggling Swede was literally swept off her feet in the plush pink quarters. Kraus loved nothing more, than to see Inga both happy and enthusiastic about the trip so far, and the fact they could escape the madness of Prague. The ordeals of the past year, had been enough to cause Kraus to have a few grey hairs, but all that was swept away, as he lay in the plush bedding, his arms around his beloved Inga. The small Hello Kitty alarm clock chimed and started to play a small song, as they were on a schedule for the day. Stretching and yawning, Inga opened her eyes, to see that Kraus was awake and smiling at her, stroking her back. “Good morning, baby. How did my Princess sleep?” Kraus leant forward and pecked her nose gently, while she cooed. “Afterz last nightz? Like a baby. Mmm. It vas good. Yah?” A sparkle in her eye, and she went to kiss him softly, but this only had him growl lightly. Kraus rolled her over so he was on top, and their kiss deepened, with Kraus reaching out and knocking the alarm clock off the stand and onto the floor. Seems the happy couple, were not going to be making that first port of call. “Oh…Kraus…”

In the restaurant, Nikolas, Maggie and Nanna Noonie, were reading through the menus, trying to decide on breakfast, when Dai, the tour host came up and bowed acknowledging them.

“Good Morning, to you all. I do hope you are enjoying your stay so far.” Dai said with a smile, then noticed that Inga and Kraus were missing. “Our happy couple not up yet?” He asked, looking at the buffet, trying to spot them. Nanna chuckled from behind her menu. “Knowingz them, I would say Inga is being a beaver and dealing vith Kraus’s morning vood, yah?” Maggie spat her orange juice hearing Nanna Noonie speak like this, while Nikolas handed her a napkin. “Ahahaha.” –He laughed and starting singing. “I’m a lumberjack…and I’m okay.” It was then, as the waitress came over to take their order, Nanna realised that someone else was missing. Sven. Nanna placed down her menu and quickly took a look around the restaurant. There was no sign of him. The Snoggleblom matriarch thought for a moment, and then said to Dai. “It seems that Sven is missing. Maybe, you go see him and tell him he needs to hurry.” Dai bowed, and turned to leave, which had Nanna lean over in her chair to watch him leave the room, before motioning to the other two. “Now is our chance. While Dai goes to get Sven, and the Inga and Kraus, ve three, make a run for it.” Maggie hadn’t even ordered and pouted. “But…” Nikolas however was on the ball. “If we stay, we have to go to all the Hello Kitty tourist attractions. We go now; we can go where ever we want.” Maggie didn’t need to be told twice, and tossed down her napkin, getting up from her chair. Nanna Noonie took up her bag, and thanked the waitress, before shuffling out after Nikolas and Maggie, who were doing the bolt. Out in the foyer, D*Date, were also getting ready. Their tour bus was outside, and on seeing Nanna Noonie, the four boy band members all cheered and ushered Nanna Noonie to follow them.

(Translation: Ah, its Nana…come with us…come with us!)

Excited about an adventure with the Japanese toy boys, Nanna Noonie chuckled and went with them, being helped onto their tour shuttle, where there was much laughter and chattering going on. Nikolas and Maggie watched on astonished, as it seemed Nanna Noonie, had herself a date….with four guys. Waving out the window at Maggie and Nikolas, she looked quite the sight, as the shuttle pulled away. Leaving the two standing there, Nikolas clapped his hands together; checking behind him to make sure Dai and the others had not appeared. He took up Maggie’s hand and squeezed it tight, then whispered in her ear. “Today, just you and me. I want us to spend time together. Not got a clue where we are, or what we are going to do, all I know is, I just want to be with you.” Maggie blushed fiercely at Nikolas’s declaration and gave in completely, nodding slowly at first, then a huge smile. “Come on then, let’s go!” The two would get into the first taxi and with both of them laughing, the cab pulled out. Destination; Tokyo City.

Meanwhile, up in the Hotel, Dai is about to knock on Sven’s door, when it suddenly opens. Sven is dressed in a pair of designer jeans, with a simple white T’shirt and charcoal coloured jacket. He had obviously spent a lot of time getting ready, in his vain attempt to look presentable for his crush; Dai. On seeing Dai, who still had his hand up to knock, Sven found himself getting tongue tied straight away. Dai was dressed smartly, as always, in a navy blue suit, with crisp white shirt. He had this look about him, youthful and yet effeminate. Sven found himself lost in Dai’s eyes, unable to look away. Entranced. Finally finding his voice, he said in a nervous tone. “I …missed you at dinner.” Well at least it wasn’t the usual, “I’m Sven.” Dai nodded and said. “I am sorry that I could not meet you for dinner, but I had to take a business call, and it took some time, so I missed dinner completely.” Sven looked like a love struck teen, and he took a step towards Dai, his arms falling to his sides. “You must be…hungry.”Dai didn’t move away, but it was clear, that the feelings that Sven had were not one way. Sven was a very attractive man, with his bleached blonde streaks, and his dimples. Many a woman has tried to turn him, but all failed, and now, Sven found himself standing before one man, that had his tongue tied in knots, and his desire levels climbing by the second. Sven found himself staring at Dai’s lips, and knew there was only one thing he wanted to taste; Dai.

Dai took a step towards Sven, so they were inches apart. The sexual tension of this moment was so thick, you could carve it. Breathlessly, Dai said; “I am hungry.”Oh, the way he let those words roll off his tongue. Sven started to lean closer, he wanted to taste his lips, he wanted to kiss him with all the hunger he had inside of him. Dai closed his eyes, as the two were about to press their lips together…..when….

“SVEN..DAI…Kraus and I are ready for the tours!!!”

Yep, there was Inga, and her Kraus, who had just emerged from their room, and were dressed and ready for the day. Inga seemed oblivious to what was going on, as she looped an arm through Dai’s and dragged him down the hall, chattering away about all the places she wanted to see. Kraus, followed along behind, watching his beautiful Inga bounce along in skin tight jeans. God, he could stare at that ass all day and never tire of it. Sven was left standing in the doorway of his room. Half shocked that he had come so close to kissing Dai, and the fact the moment came and went, with the Swedish bombshell, stealing his man. Grumbling, he slammed his door, and stormed on after the trio. He managed to catch up to them as they got in the lift. Dai kept giving Sven a look that would have Sven wanting to push the busty Swede Kitty girl out of the way, and slam Dai into the wall of the lift. But instead, he could only watch. After all, he was suppose to be her agent, and not there, to crack onto the Tour guide.

On reaching the foyer, Dai realised that Nanna Noonie, Nikolas and Maggie, had already gone out for the day, which left the four remaining to start the tour. He shrugged his shoulders and walked them out to the Hello Kitty Shuttle. Opening the door, he bowed as each got on, but found himself staring at Sven, almost like he wanted to say something. Course, Inga was already bouncing in her seat ready to go, and the two men simply nodded and got on the shuttle. Kraus checked his cell phone, then piped up and asked. “So where are we off to today, Dai?” The shuttle doors closed and he grinned, saying. “Hello Kitty! – Sanrio Puroland, Tokyo”

Sven may have missed out on a stolen kiss in his doorway, but now he knew that Dai felt something for him. They exchanged glances, and then he saw him, give him a smile, that had him melt, right there on the spot. He didn’t know where they were going, so long as he got the chance to be near Dai.

A nice surprise while I ate my Vegemite toast.

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I truly got a pleasant surprise this morning, when I woke up to discover that I had been nominated for the Versatile blogger award, by Jodi Lea of Not Pretending to be sane.  http://jodileasplace.wordpress.com/

Please take the time to visit her blog, as it’s quite the quirky site.  ❤

 

I am truly grateful for this nomination, and will uphold to continue to scare the badoobies, out of folk with my fun spider facts.

Now, the conditions to accepting this award are as follows;

 

• Display the Award Certificate on your website.
• Announce your win in a post with a link to whoever presented you with the award
• Present 10 awards to deserving bloggers.
• Drop them a comment to tip them off after you’ve linked them in the post.
• Post 7 interesting things about yourself.

My nominations for deserving and versatile blogs are:

1. 1.       http://theinnerwildkat.wordpress.com/  for her insightful and entertaining blogs.
2. 2.       http://gabfrab.com/  Words fail me on this blog, just it will change your life. ❤
3. 3.       http://unforgottenafterthoughts.wordpress.com/  Totally random, yet poetic.
4. 4.       http://thoughtcatalog.com/  Hilarious blog, and one I love to visit.
5. 5.       http://japankharma.wordpress.com/  Awesome photography.
6. 6.       http://onepointsafety.com/   Everything you wanted to know about College football.
7. 7.       http://travelspirit333.com/  Sneak a peek here, for travel, photography and how to stay young.
8. 8.       http://tristadigiuseppi.wordpress.com/  A purrfect blog.
9. 9.       http://galuri85.wordpress.com/  For wonderful short stories, on mystery and things that go bump in the night.  ❤
10. 10.   http://jolierodgers.wordpress.com/  Reviews, and thoughts on novels, music appreciation.

 

Now the part where I disclose things about me.

1. 1.        A woman who cannot go a day without writing. If I am not posting up a blog, or a role play, I don’t feel my day is complete.
2. 2.        Huge fan of 80’s and 90’s music, love to dance around the house to it in my underwear.
3. 3.       Dog person, not a cat person.
4. 4.       I absolutely hate seeing the toilet seat being left up.  GRRRRRR.
5. 5.       Not so much a wine drinker, love a beer on a stinking hot day.  Love Bundaberg rum without a doubt.
6. 6.        Totally mad crazy about spiders and anything sticky 😛
7. 7.       I love catching up on people’s blogs daily, and humor is my favourite at wordpress.

So there you have it.  Congrats to the nominees and a big thank you for my nomination for the Versatile blogger award.

 

Char ❤

The day the Spider lost her web.

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I never realised how much I rely on technology as I did yesterday afternoon, when all of a sudden the Internet stopped working, and I got a shock, because my network coverage on my mobile phone, also stopped.  I sat, staring at my screen, and then my phone and wondered.  WHAT THE HELL?

Okay, so on contacting Telstra, who diverted me to India (Yeah, they should know what is going on in my country), I was told to hold for ten minutes, while they contacted Australia, to find out what had happened to the service. WELL, they came back and said, that there was a major fault and it would be down from between, 24, to 48 hours.

The look on my face?

 

 

Are you kidding me?  NO…NO NO NO.  But yes, it felt like my link to the rest of the world was gone.

Now to top it off, I went down to the supermarket, to stock up, and for those that know me, I live in Central Highlands, North Queensland, which is gripped by torrential rain and flooding.  Needless to say, the trucks can’t get through due to some dams having burst their banks and flooded the rivers further south.  So, there was a lot of fresh products, bread, milk, fruit and vege and national newspapers missing from the shelves.

Okay…so I bought up what I could, stocked up.  Thought in my mind was, what if my town gets flooded in, and there is STILL no network , no eftpos, no banking…cause we all rely on the Internet.

So..you can imagine how isolated I really feel.  The last time this town was flooded, nearly 80% went under, and took months to get back on its feet.

Well, at about 2.20pm the net finally came back on.  Now at least I can see the radar sites, on the coming rain, and keep up to date with the flooding situation and truck movement from the south.  Its amazing really, I live 3.5 hours from the coast line, but once the rivers flood, I feel like I am on an island which is very hard to be reached by road and train.  Having no net or cell phone, also had me realise my dependence on it.  And it was a truly scary thing.

Latest news from Queensland.

http://www.abc.net.au/news/2013-01-26/properties-flooded/4485652

Scared to go to the Loo at night? You might have Arachnophobia.

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 Looking at Arachnophobia.

Ever been so scared to go to the loo at night, turn on the light, and there is a dirty big spider on the toilet seat?  Maybe you went to the kitchen to get a late night snack, and that huntsman gave you a heart attack?

Well, lets look at what is like to have a fear of spiders.

Arachnophobia or arachnephobia (greek for “spider”, “fear”) is a specific phobia, the fear of spiders and other arachnids such as scorpions. It is a manifestation of zoophobia, among the most common of all phobias.  The reactions of arachnophobics often seem irrational to others (and sometimes to the sufferers themselves). People with arachnophobia tend to feel uneasy in any area they believe could harbor spiders or that has visible signs of their presence, such as webs. If arachnophobics see a spider they may not enter the general vicinity until they have overcome the panic attack that is often associated with their phobia. In some extreme cases, even a picture or a realistic drawing of a spider can also trigger fear. Arachnophobics may feel humiliated if such episodes occur in a social setting.

The fear of spiders can be treated by any of the general techniques suggested for specific phobias. As with all phobias, the strength of the associations means the individual must not actively pursue the consequences, and outsiders should not in any way undermine and “play” with the phobia in the meantime.

An evolutionary reason for the phobias, such as arachnophobia, claustrophobia, fear of snakes or mice, etc. remains unresolved. One view, especially held in evolutionary psychology, is that the presence of venomous spiders led to the evolution of a fear of spiders or made acquisition of a fear of spiders especially easy. Like all traits, there is variability in the intensity of fears of spiders, and those with more intense fears are classified as phobic. Spiders, for instance, being relatively small, don’t fit the usual criterion for a threat in the animal kingdom where size is a factor, but nearly all species are venomous, and although rarely dangerous to humans, some species are dangerous. Arachnophobes will spare no effort to make sure that their whereabouts are spider-free, hence they would have had a reduced risk of being bitten in ancestral environments. Therefore, arachnophobes may possess a slight advantage over non-arachnophobes in terms of survival. However, this theory is undermined by the disproportional fear of spiders in comparison to other, potentially dangerous creatures that were present during Homo sapiens environment of evolutionary adaptiveness. Studies with crickets have shown that a fear of spiders can develop before birth.

The alternative view is that the dangers, such as from spiders, are overrated and not sufficient to influence evolution. Instead, inheriting phobias would have restrictive and debilitating effects upon survival, rather than being an aid. For some communities such as in Papua New Guinea and South America (except Chile, Brazil, Uruguay, Argentina and Bolivia), spiders are included in traditional foods. This suggests arachnophobia may be a cultural, rather than genetic trait.
In Western societies as many as 55% of females and 18% of males are estimated to experience arachnophobia.

 

There’s A Spider On the Floor

There’s a spider on the floor, on the floor.
There’s a spider on the floor, on the floor.
Who could ask for any more
Than a spider on the floor?
There’s a spider on the floor, on the floor.

There’s a spider on my leg, on my leg.
There’s a spider on my leg, on my leg.
Oh it’s really really big
This old spider on my leg.
There’s a spider on my leg, on my leg.

Now the spider’s on my stomach, on my stomach.
Now the spider’s on my stomach, on my stomach.
Oh he’s just a dumb old lummock
This old spider on my stomach.
Now the spider’s on my stomach, on my stomach.

Now the spider’s on my head, on my head.
Now the spider’s on my head, on my head.
Oh I wish that I were dead,
I’ve got a spider on my head!
Now the spider’s on my head, on my head.

And he jumps off! ….
Now there’s a spider on the floor, on the floor.
(repeat until you can’t stand it any longer :o)