KILL THE SPARE!!
*boom*
omg cedric is died,,,,,
oh noi
everybody croi

...i'm not sorry

I literally never cared about Cedric
He can rest in not peace

yeahh
all he ever really did was tell harry to have a bath

'harry?'
'what?'
'just... take a bath man'
'...what?'
'just do it'

'are you saying i smell?'

'whoops i gotta go talk to mai fanz' *leaves*

Did you know that if you watch the playback of an acid drawing, the acid shapes are completely different?

harry: *bath* o i can hear the egg. thanks cedric!!
cedric: *talks to fans*
-later-
harryNcedric: *grabs triwizard cup*
harry: oh a graveyaed
cedric: is kill
harry: wait what

yeeeesh i noticed

was it supposed to be sad or something

probably
many people were sad

but others deaths are much more sad

Moody turning out to be a lie was more sad than Cedric's death scene

y es
and then moody dies and IT'S SADDER THAN CEDRIC

Y E S
HIS DEATH THE FIRST TIME I READ IT

AND THEN LUPIN AND TONKS JUST DIED FOR NO REASON AT THE END

WHYYYYYY *cries forever*

Want to do a random RP? I need to try using Rikk

SENPAI IS DEAD AND THE BEST COUPLE IN THE WORLD IS DEADDED

okk, random rp! uh who do ib use

anyone who lives in sundusk. you can have them wander into the forest where rikk's tribe usually lives if you want

OH ,Y GOOD EVEYONE IS DED

GOD NOT GOOD

I WILL USE THE PANPAN SQUAD

SERTHYHBFVHHMMHG EVERYBODY DYED

(OKK I'LL START SOMETHING)

A light, cool breeze rustled the treetops of Sage Forest. In a large clearing completely shadowed by the canopy overheard, the drakes of the Skull Tribe were bustling around, gathering materials to build some small huts that they could sleep in that night.

Rikk, the tribe shaman, yawned and wandered a little away from the rest of his fellows, coming to the edge of the trees and raising his head to smell the breeze, his bone mask hiding any expression he might have been showing underneath.

(uhh i dont know how to statt)

Tap, tap.
Pandora looked up from her pillow and flicked an ear. "Coming, Boss." She called through the door and slid off the bed.
Meanwhile, Thorn was eating breakfast boilders.

boulders

'Predictor! You'll be needed when the festival starts!'

Rikk flicked an ear in annoyance and walked even further away from the tribe camp to escape the jovial sound of Karen, a young drake, trying to get his already wandering attention.

//Festival? I'd better make myself scarce,// he thought, continuing on a path away from the forest's edge. He didn't really have a destination in mind, but he didn't want to be near the camp when it all started.

Boss and Pandora walked into the room where Thorn ate. "Good morning, Thorn," Boss said pleasantly. "We're taking a day off today for a walk in the woods."
Thorn gave an okay-sign then resumed breakfasting.

Rikk walked without stopping for about five minutes, then sat down to admire his surroundings, which were mostly windy heathland with the odd patch of forest. Maybe he was far away enough now that he wouldn't hear the thumping drums and screeching voices of his tribe's horrific festival music later tonight.

After Thorn had finished up the boulders, the group of three set out into the woods. Boss was whistling cheerily, Pandora was as expressionless as always, and Thorn was attempting to catch birds with her floating paws.

The sound of whistling drifted along on the breeze, and Rikk's right ear pricked up to listen. //Travellers,// he decided after a moment of quiet contemplation. //Maybe they're as gullible and stupid as the people in my tribe! Ah ha, this is turning out to be one of my lucky days.//

He remained sitting on top of a grassy knoll, waiting to see if the newcomers would show themselves.

Boss spotted a shape a little way away and headed towards it. "Lovely morning, isn't it?" he smiled as he approached Rikk. Thorn and Pandora hung back.

(i have some song stuck in my head and it's driving me insane i need to find something else later to get rid of it)

(yes
don't let it corrupt you)

'Hm? Yes, lovely, I suppose,' replied Rikk. 'If you're such a boring person that you find clear skies and sunshine 'lovely'.'
Though he was talking to Boss, he fixed his gaze on Pandora while he spoke, though his mask made it impossible for her to see that.

Thorn cackled with laughter. "Bit sad, ain't it Boss? Even somebody you met ten seconds ago can tell you're boring!"
Pandora didn't look at Rick, instead watching a large spider wrap up a wasp.

Rikk's gaze switched from Pandora to Thorn. 'Well, I'm not surprised that I could tell. I am a fortunteller, predictor, and worshipper of the great spirits that watch over this forest. I could tell you what horrors await you in your future... for a very minor fee, of course.'

"Oh, really?" Boss tipped his head to the side, looking interested. "What is that fee?"
Thorn snorted quietly. "Look, Pan. Paying random strangers he met in the forest to tell his future."

Rikk's tail twitched slightly where it lay stretched across the ground. 'Six emera, no less.'

(Emera is the placeholder currency for Sundusk. Each one is roughly equal to 2 pounds.)

Boss delved into his pocket and pulled out six of the shiny coins and handed them to Rikk.
"I don't think this is real." Pandora said in a quiet way.

Rikk almost snatcted the coins out of Boss' paw and greedily slipped them into a hidden compartment behind his jewelled bracelet. 'Ahem... I must go to a dark place, a place with fewer distractions, in order to achieve true communication with the spirit world. Please follow me.' He stood up and began to walk briskly towards a quiet part of the forest.

(does boss seriously walk around giving money to strange people in the woods who he just met)

Boss eagerly followed Rikk, his tail stuck high in the air. Thorn and Pandora exchanged a glance before uncertainly trotting after them.

yes!! he's intelligent

Rikk led the group into a clearing, barely large enough for all of them to stand or sit in without brushing against each other. He then sat down and cleared his throat importantly, tilting his masked face to look directly at Boss.
'Now... do you accept and understand that you may well not hear the things you want to hear when I say your future...?'

"Understood." Boss nodded.
Thorn reached out a paw and caught a pillbug that had been trundling.

(must you destroy the dramatic atmosphere with that last paarrrt)

Rikk closed his eyes and lowered his head, bringing his forepaws together as if he was clapping. For a long moment nothing happened. Then he slowly looked up at Boss and started to speak in a low, mysterious voice.
'There is clear romance in your future. Whether or not this sappy and pointless relationship ends well, I can't say... but I also know that great loss, perhaps tragedy, lies before you. It could happen today, tomorrow, in a week, in an hour... all I know for sure is that you are pretty much doomed to suffer at some point.'

(I'm gonna go in a minute, I want to do some other stuff while the internet is on)

"...Oh. Ah." Boss stared in wonder an amazement. "A romance... but a great loss. Do you what kind of loss?"
"I think it's complete garbage." Thorn muttered to Pandora. "Now he's going to get paranoid."

(okkieee me too kinda)

Rikk lowered his paws and let his ears fold back to show irritation. 'I literally just told you that that's all I know. The rest is up to you to figure out... assuming you don't die of loss or heartbreak first.'

(I'm gonna fly away noooow)

(bye byeeeee)

(byeez)

Re: I SWEAR THAT WAS A COINCIDENCE

soup

wheres my samosa

under my pillow

dont eat it

I won't
I'm using it to prop up my elbow

want to continue this rp? or something else

h mmm
we can rp if you want
i do have to keep checking another rp im doing so i might b slow

I'm doing stuff too

I think it's your turn to reply with Boss

Boss stared. "...Well... there must be a way I can avoid this heartbreak. Thank you for your help, good sir... did I ever introduce myself properly?" he added.

(I just Googled 'bumblebees are adorable')

well it is true

'No, you didn't,' replied Rikk. 'And you're very rude for doing so.' His right ear swivelled around to listen to something far off in the distance.

(Of course it is)

(I just Googled 'why are kiwis so freaking fluffy'

I got pictures of kiwi birds)

"Well, I - sorry," Bodd spluttered, and Thorn snigg.ered (why is that rude) in the background. "I'm Boss, I work at a factory. These two are Pandora and Thorn."
Pandora nodded. "Hello."

the birbs are fluffier than the fruit of coursr

(Bodd?)

Rikk grinned under his mask, and managed to hold in his laughter for a good ten seconds before it came spluttering out. 'Boss? Your NAME is BOSS? Did you parents also lock you in a cupboard and force you to eat dirt?'

(I Googled 'why does my mum play smite so much)

Thorn burst into uncontrollable laughter and Boss looked rather flustered. "No - they were perfectly- perfectly nice!"

any results?

(I also googled 'how sad is it when you let go of your balloon'

and 'you don't have all the answers google, DO YOU')

(well it didn't tell me why)

hAh goigle knows nothing
neither does Bodd

Rikk's gaze transferred from Boss to Thorn. 'You're really the only vaguely interesting person here. Tell me more about yourself.' He stepped closer to her, deliberately treading on Boss' tail as he did.

(more stuff I googled:

'hottest mario characters'
'is mad-eye moody cool'
'harryXvoldemort is best ship'

I must stop)

Boss hissed. "Well really..." he muttered.
Thorn calmed her laughter, then extended a paw, picked up Boss' tail like it was a bag of dog poo and moved it out of the way. "I suppose I'm a spirit-like thing," she said casually, floating up about a foot off the ground. "Strangled to death by brambles and vines in the cursed forest, I was." She let her left paw drift away and watched it.

i know more than google does look

1. dimentio is clearly h0t fIre
2. yes he is
3. no not best ship

Rikk's eyes followed the paw's every movement, careful to hide his fascination. 'Very interesting. But now I'm curious... is there anything you want to know about your future? I do have powers of seeing, you know. I could tell you when you'll meet someone special, if you'll ever experience the death of someone close... I could tell you just about anything.' His voice had dropped to a low, entrancing whisper.

(There was no mention of Dimentio anywhere)

Thorn thought for a moment, the said, "You seem intelligent. But I'd much rather go without knowing my future. That's part of the fun in life, isn't it? And why should you spend your life haunted by the fact that something will happen to you, when you could just enjoy the peace while it lasts?" The paw picked a berry off one of the trees.

Rikk curled his feathery tail around himself. 'Maybe you're right. But still, why are you hanging around with this inaptly-named buffoon? He doesn't look like he knows his face from his rear end - never mind how to run a factory!'

Boss spluttered indignantly. "Excuse me?! OK, Pandora, Thorn, we're leaving. This man has no manners whatsoever."
"Yeah, you two go," Thorn said. "I'll be back later. I'd like to stay a little longer."
Boss left, and Pabdora went after him.
Thorn turned back to face Rikk. "I don't know why I stick with them, honestly. I guess Boss pays me and Pandora is there to be made fun of... and they're my friends. Sort of.

(BoddXPabdora)

Rikk threw a condescending glance after Boss as he left, then turned back to Thorn with sharply pricked ears. 'You have more patience than most if still stick with them, though. That Pandora girl... is she mute or simply doesn't EVER talk?'

(you said stick with them

i said stick with them

that wasn't intentional)

(I'm gonna go now)

(stick with the sticks)

"She isn't mute - just very quiet." Thorn replied. "And emotionless. She's probably got mental issues. She had her face ripped up by a machine."

byeeeeee

(Byeeeez I'll reply at some point)

beans

am i living in a box
am i living in a cardboard box

you sure are

YAAAAAAAAY

good 4 u

HEYYYYYYYUP

characters i need to use in RPs more:
Rikk
Selwyn
Meryl
Evelyn
Nick
Astrid
Larrus
Zach
Jerald
Anastasia
Ceann
Gin
Heath
hmmm

Lochan or whatevef his name was
Skipper
"fedora-y paranormal-y investigator-y guy who just needs a good old name"
I can't think of any of my characters
Uhh

I don't even remember who or what Lochan is

you could always use another character if you can't think of an undeveloped one, i just have quite a lot of undeveloped ones

he's the monocle man.

i could use the whole of pan's gang

...could i have name suggestions for fedoraghostdude anyway? i need a normal-ish human first and lastname

uhmmhmmmmmmmm
i'll post some names once i've thought of something

mk

hmmjik ooij I cant really think of any interesting human-ish names that neither of us have already used
you'll just have to find one yourself

go on BehindTheName.com and you can find long lists of names from different countries
you can also search for names with particular meanings, i do that sometimes

ohhhh ok
ill look there and see if i can find anythin suitable

you'll have to do it on the computer, it won't work properly on the 3DS browser

I'm still trying to decide what sort of RP we should do in here

you could use pan's gang like you said
but i havent decided who i'll use or what will happen

hmmm
maybe ummm
there's aaaacamping trip???.????

w u t

actually that could work
maybe there's a biiiig camping trip going on with lots of groups of people and some of them are pandora's group and they end up meeting some of my people at the campsite

yeahhh thst could work
who are you usng tho

i think rikk and some of the skull tribe will be there

and maybe veronica and her adopted babies? they would want to go camping

yeahh rikk
yeahh all the babies
babies getting their fortune told
and thorn laughing in the backgriund

sounds 10/10

let's start

with everyone in a field setting up their tents or something
AND THERE HAS TO BE WOODS NEARBY

--

"Throw me a hammer, Skips!" Thorn called, and the masked grey cat Skipper passed her a hammer. She whacked the tent poles??? into the ground.

Some distance away from the group of cats, a masked drake was watching them curiously while several other drakes set up a large tent behind him. He was supposed to be helping them, but he didn't feel like it.

'What strange people,' he mused. 'Perhaps they're criminals.'

Pandora glanced at the drakes' tent. It looked a little more well-built than theirs. "This won't work. The rain will get in." She pointed out in her usual deadpan voice.

'Ho ho. Of course the rain will get in,' Rikk chuckled quietly, having overheard her. 'Maybe you should get someone else... someone who actually has SOME idea how to build a tent... to do it for you.'

"Do /you/ have some idea how to build a tent?" she asked. "Could you maybe help us?"
Behind her, Skipper and Thorn were having a punchup for some unknown reason.

Rikk threw a pitying glance over the scene - Pandora's expressionless face, the crumpled tent and the two other cats apparently beating each other up - and sighed. 'I'll send help for you as soon as we've finished our own tent,' he offered. '........For a small fee.'

Thorn stopped punching and stared at the masked drake. "A small fee? I dunno, how small is it?" she asked.
Skipper re-adjusted his own mask, which had been shoved downwards enough to show his real eyes, which were pink and purple.

Rikk stood up and strolled over to them. 'Hmm, two emera should be enough...'

(Emera are shiny green coins that they use as currency in most Sundusk places, each one is roughly equal to 2 pounds)

(i'm on ur account
spamming ur gallery)

Pandora shrugged. "OK." she said simply, and passed him two of the green coins.
"This creep had better not rip us off," Thorn muttered to Skipper. It was rather difficult to tell whether the two were friends or not.

(geddoff mann)

(i'll log out in a sec)

One of Rikk's oversized ears twitched in Thorn's direction. 'I wouldn't dream of it,' he said indifferently. 'I usually have better things to do than sabotage tent-building efforts.' He started to walk back to fetch the other drakes, who had finished working on their tent and were now standing around watching the proceedings.

Skipper, out of curiosity, skipped after him, his long tail flowing behind him.
"The drake guy seemed like one of those spooooooky fake fortune-tellers who stare at crystalballs and stuff." Thorn commented rudely.

(hmmmmm i'm actually wondering if we should stop this and do something else, maybe one of our established RPs
i just dont think this is going to be very interesting, it's just a load of people in tents n stuff
plus Rikk and his tribe aren't developed enough)

yeaahh we should prob do something else
so tis nit broing

we can't do HP AU cause we're already doing the other thing and i forgot what was happening anyway

maybe we could do something with VH? the magical slayer organisation who seem to spend their time doing anything /but/ hunting vampires

ooo ok we can do some vappire hointers
vempeyre hawnters
vahmpihre huhntehs
vimpir hountirs

vampire hunters
saving the world one vampire at a time

SAVING THE WORKD
ONW VAMOUEE AT A YIME

i'll start at some point
with something random
or something deep and meaningful

one vamuee at a yime
lovely

(i'm bored so i'm gonna write something)

'Well, that mission went well,' said Sam cheerfully (and a bit sarcastically) as she and the rest of the Slayers Organisation tramped up towards the front doors of their headquarters.

They'd been out to talk to a local man who claimed he'd been attacked by a vampire. While they'd been over his house, two more vampires had appeared out of nowhere, attacking the man again and nearly killing Sam and Truman. They'd only just managed to escape with their lives intact.

Truman flipped his notepad over so everyone could see it. --It was Lewis' fault.--

'How was it my fault?' Lewis protested.

Sam glanced back at Jed. 'You're OK, right?'

(you can have Tru if you want
i just wanted to write something for him)

"I think I'll live," Jed replied. "Just a few scrapes here and there."

Truman scribbled something on his notepad. It was a drawing of a noodle-armed Lewis running away from some vampires.

'That's good,' said Sam, giving Jed a thumbs-up. 'Not the minor injuries part, but the being OK part. Careful Truman, you're going to walk into something if you don't look where you're going...'

Lewis walked past them and knocked on the HQ door.

(Tru: *draws terrible pictures of Lewis running from 'pires and screaming*)

hi m8 you left this in my tag

-
Truman looked down at his pad to write 'i'll be fin' but, unfortunately, walked into a doorframe. Jed smirked in amusment, but didn't comment on it. He instead asked, "What are we going to do now? I think we've had enough vampires for today."

(yeah i did
because you weren't replying)

Sam thought about it for a moment, then said, 'Maybe we can stay in HQ and chill for the rest of the day. Or if Sandra lets us, we could go out somewhere... What would you guys LIKE to do?'

(i forgoy)

Giving the doorframe a dirty look, Truman wrote down, -We could just chill. And someone can take Jed to the doggie park and play fetch.-
Jed made a very convincing dog noise.

'That could work,' said Sam, looking at Jed thoughtfully. 'Honestly though, how come you're a vampire? You act exactly like a dog, even when you're not BEING a dog.'

Inside the HQ, Lewis had gone on ahead to look for Sandra, who seemed to have shut herself in her office upstairs. The rest of the building was quiet.

"I'm a great vampire, I've just mastered the ways of the dog," Jed said, and shifted into his husky form to prance around proudly.

-I'm gonna go after Lew.- Truman wrote out. -Gotta tell Sandra everything that happened.-

'Alright, Tru,' said Sam with a small smile. She then addressed the husky dog: 'Hey Jed, want to go to the park with me? There's one just up the road from here. Truman and Lewis could join us once they're done talking to Sandra.'

Jed gave a bark of agreement, tail wagging madly.
Truman walked off and headed upstairs to Sandra and Lewis.

In Sandra's cluttered office, Lewis was already sitting in front of her desk. explaining to the boss how their trip had gone.

'...The guy who was attacked is OK, we thought he'd been bitten, but it looks like he managed to avoid it,' he was saying when Truman came in. 'It was probably us who were in the most danger at the time.'

'I see,' said Sandra. 'But none of you were injured? And please take a seat. Truman.'

----

Sam put all her vampire-hunting equipment away before heading back out the front door, beckoning for Jed to follow.

-Nobody's dead or close to being dead, so I think we're okay,- Truman wrote as he sat down next to Lewis.

-

Jed padded after her, making small excited dog noises.

Sandra nodded, making a note of some sort on a clipboard. 'Well, I'm glad all of you are unhurt,' she said. 'The vampire who attacked the man you spoke to... were they recognisable? Are we dealing with a new vampire, or are they one we've encountered before?'

----

Sam hurried down the pavement towards the park, laughing as she tried to stay in front of Jed.

-It wasn't any vampire I recognised- Truman replied. -I think we've found a new one. They had dark brown hair, I think. And they were quite tall.-

-

Jed Sped up, trying to overtake Sam.

...Jed Sped?

Sandra made a small noise of acknowledgement and jotted something else down. 'I'll do some research and see if I can find any more sightings of this vampire. Or perhaps even an idea of who he is.'

----

Sam hurried ahead, rounding a corner and going through a set of tall metal gates that led into a vast open field. There were trees and several park benches dotted around. In the distance, complete with lots of noisy children, was a small outdoor playground.

(that's noot a good name)

Truman nodded. -I'll do some google searches for vampire news and stuff- he wrote out.

--

Jed barked joyfully and ran off, looking for any other dogs - normal or vampire - to play with.

Sandra nodded in agreement. 'Until we have more information on this vampire, you two - and Jed and Sam - have no real work. So you can do whatever you like for now, and I'll do what research I can.' She pulled her laptop across her desk and turned it on. 'You may both go.'

----

Sam found a broken tree branch and threw it across the park. 'Fetch!'

Close to where the stick landed, a big Doberman dog was watching curiously, one ear pricked.

Truman gave a thumbs up, stood up and left the room, giving Lewis an annoying poke as he went past.

--

Jed dashed after the stick with several 'wuffs' of excitement.

Anyone who didn't see his eyes would be completely sure he was just a dog.

Lewis immediately got up and followed Truman out of the office. 'What was that for?' he complained as he shut the door behind them. They could already hear Sandra tapping away at her laptop keyboard.

----

Sam started to follow Jed, but not too hurriedly. She took a deep breath, inhaling the deliciously fresh smell of the trees and grass after last night's rain shower.

-I like poking people.- Truman replied simply. She started whistling a tune and doodled another little sad Lewis on a blank page.

--

Jed grabbed the stick in his mouth. He then noticed the Doberman and wagged his tail in greeting.

?????*he??????
truwoman comfirmed

(he morphed into truwoman while no-one was looking)

Lewis opened his mouth, then closed it again, apparently deciding not to comment on that. 'Er, where's Sam and Jed, anyway?'

----

The Doberman gave a deep bark in response and ran over to investigate Jed and the stick.

Truman flipped to another page and answered, -Gone to the park to play fetch. Y'know, sometimes I forget Jed is a vampire.-

--

Jed dropped the stick so he could speak. "Hello. I'm Jed," he woofed in a friendly manner.

'Oh. Right.' Lewis stared at the notepad for a second. 'I've forgotten plenty of times that he's not really a dog.' He started down the stairs, intending to go into the kitchen and make himself a cup of tea.

----

Speaking in dog-language, the Doberman said, 'I'm Rocky,' with his eyes fixed on the stick.

-He's a slightly odd vampire, really. And if you're making tea, I'll have some too,- Truman wrote.

--

"Very nice to meet you," Jed said, also gazing at the stick. "You can have that if you want - I'll find another."

'All right,' said Lewis, entering the kitchen and setting about making tea for two people. 'By the way, er, have you heard anything about...' He trailed off, not sure if what he'd been planning to say was entirely tactful.

----

Rocky stretched out a paw and rolled the stick towards himself. 'Thanks.' Then he looked up, sniffing the air curiously. 'You're not one of us, are you?'

-Heard about what?- Truman questioned. -Your secret girlfriend?-

--

"I'm not really," Jed replied. "I'm actually a vampire, but most of the time I enjoy being a dog."

'Um, no,' Lewis said. 'I was going to ask... have you heard anything about your sister lately? She's still a vampire, as far as I know... I'm guessing you're still trying to find some cure for her...?' He looked like he already regretted bringing up the subject and quickly busied himself with making the tea.

----

'I've met others like you,' said Rocky, sitting down and playing with the stick between his front paws. 'Not all of them dogs, but lots of others who weren't what they looked like. The humans can't tell, but I'm sure they were vampires too.'

Truman took a while to respond. -I haven't heard much- he finally said. -I'm still hoping to find a cure somehow, and then find her. So I can help her.-

--

"Were many of them evil vampires?" Jed asked, his head tilted to the side. "And have any of them mentioned someone called the Silver Count..?"

Lewis was quiet for a minute as he watched the tea brewing. Then he said slowly, 'Haven't you ever thought about what you're going to do if there /isn't/ a cure? I would've thought that if it were possible to reverse vampirism, somebody would... you know, know about it by now.'

----

Rocky tilted his head to one side. 'Yes, once I ran into a pack of them talking about something called a Silver Count. It didn't seem to be anything important, though. Why?'

(whoops they both tilted their head to one side i did not notice that)

(you doges, aleways tiltling you headses)

-I'm sure we'll get a cure eventually... we don't know how to fix every disease yet, do we?- He avoided answering the part about what he'd do if there /wasn't/ one.

--

"The Silver Count is the leader of a group of vampires who want to get rid of all humans or turn them into vampires," Jed explained. "Me and my friends are trying to stop him."

Lewis poured the tea into two mugs and offered one to his colleague. 'I won't try stopping you,' he mumbled. 'It's up to you... but even so... I think you're wasting your time on this.'

----

'Really? Should I fight them if I see any of them again?' Rocky asked, pricking his ears.

Truman took the tea and didn't write anything else. He took a sip, deep in thought.

--

"You could, but be very careful," Jed said. "I don't know what would happen if a normal animal was bitten by a vampire..."

Lewis, King of Awkward Silences, leaned against the kitchen counter and also said nothing. Though like Truman, he was thinking - thinking about what they could do to defeat the Count, and what would really happen if they met Alexis again.

----

(oh wait I forgot what Jed did)

'It's OK,' said the Doberman. 'Only humans seem to get turned into those vampire things when they're bitten. For us, the bites hurt a lot but that's all.'

Sam had caught up with them, but she leaned against a nearby tree to observe the two dogs in their strange indiscernible conversation.

Truman drank tea n stuff (um i dunno what to make him do um)

--

"That's good. Oh, you see the lady over there?" Jed noticed Sam and pointed at her with a paw. "That's Sam. She's one of the vampire slayers I work with."

Once he'd gulped his tea down, Lewis ventured, 'Uh, should we go to this park thing and look for the others? To make sure nothing bad's happened to them...?'

----

Rocky bounded towards Sam, wagging his tail in greeting. 'Hello, vampire hunter person!' he said, but of course to her it just sounded like a loud bark.

She bent down to pat his head, glancing in Jed's direction. 'He's not a vampire, is he?'

-Something bad happened to them, in broad daylight in a busy park?- Truman looked amused, but since he had nothing else to do, added -Mk then.-

--

Jed shook his head.

(hah ah! short comment and a rhyme!)

Lewis stuffed his hands in his pockets and walked out of the kitchen. 'Well, you never know... Why do you think we're all vampire slayers?'

----

Sam nodded thoughtfully. 'Just a dog then,' she said, almost to herself. Then she picked up another stick from underneath the tree and threw it as hard as she could across the park. 'Who can get that first?!'

Truman followed, leaving his mug on the table.

-Tru, man.-

--

Jed ruffed loudly and charged after the stick, forgetting about the Silver Count at once.

Lewis led the way out of the organisation's Headquarters, hesitating by the front door and glancing at the wooden stakes hanging from the wall beside it. Then he shook his head and walked past them, opening the door. //I don't really think it's likely there WILL be vampires in a park in broad daylight...//

----

Rocky plunged after the stick as well, but he was slightly smaller than Jed and couldn't run as fast. Still, he managed to almost keep up.

Truman didn't take much notice of the stakes, thinking the same thing as Lewis.

--

"I'm getting the st-aargh!" Jed gave a bark of surprise as his front paw slipped on a banana peel and he stumbled.

Outside, there was no sign of Sam and Jed. 'They're still at the park, then,' Lewis muttered to himself, setting off down the pavement without checking to make sure Truman was still there.

----

With a yip of delight, Rocky leapt clean over Jed's body and landed in front of him, swiftly snatching up the stick in his jaws. He looked incredibly smug, for a dog.

(I accidentally wrote Lewia
Lewia and Truwoman)

Truman stayed standing, leaning against the wall. He wrote nothing, just kept drawing pictures of Lewis and Sandra kissing.

--

Jed got to his paws. "Darn peel," he said, giving the babana peel an irritated look. "Congrats - now, return the stick to Sam, let's race again."

and also, sandra and sam as men

(what's truman doing just standing there
and what wall)

----

Unable to reply with the stick in his mouth, Rocky sprinted back to Sam and dropped the slightly damp piece of wood at her feet. They both paused to wait for Jed to come back.

(wait hahana-
i read that wrong
i thought itsaid sittiing down on the pavement
i'll say tru followed while doodling)

--

Jed skipped back to them, panting and wagging his fluffy tail. He made a small dog noise.

(who just sits on the pavement)

Lewis didn't see what Truman was drawing, being in front of him - which was probably a good thing. As they approached the park gates, he thought he heard dogs barking in the distance. //Well, it's a park, there's probably plenty of dogs,// he told himself.

----

Sam threw the stick in a slightly different direction, and without her intending it to, it landed in the middle of a pond. For a moment it disappeared beneath the water, then it bobbed to the surface and floated there innocently.

Truman finished a paticularly awful drawing then flipped to another page and wrote, -Maybe that's Jed?-

--

Jed hesitated momentarily, then ran for the stick. He'd decided that being damp was okay.

Lewis shrugged and didn't reply, entering the park and glancing around for any sign of the others. Sam might be hard to spot at a distance, but he figured there was no way he could miss a huge silvery-grey husky dog. 'Let me know if you see them, will you?'

----

Rocky slowed down as he got close to the pond to avoid skidding on the damp earth. He paced around it, trying to discern the best angle to jump into the water.

(by the way
*particularly)

Truman nodded and surveyed the varipus groups of people and dogs in the park.

--

Jed stood at the edge, looking thoughtfully at the stick. He crouched, then leapt straight into water and waded towards the stick with an expression of determination.

(h
i spel Good i writ bok

ah *various

Lewis kept walking, passing several dogs that definitely weren't Jed before he glimpsed a blur of silver running towards a little pond. 'I think that might have been him,' he said uncertainly.

----

Rocky threw himself into the water after Jed, making a colossal splash. He began to swim, but he was further away from the stick than Jed was.

(i misread that as Jed looked thoughtfully at the sick)

(i actually mistyped it as sick but i fixed it)

-Let's check it out- Truman said, and headed towards the spot where the Jedlike thing was.

--

As soon as he was close enough, Jed grabbed the stick and started paddling back to dry land.

'...It's definitely him,' remarked Lewis as they got close enough to see the dog's gleaming crimson eyes. 'What's he doing in a pond, though?'

----

Sam was waiting at the edge of the water for Jed to return with the stick. Rocky, seeing that he'd lost, started paddling towards the bank with a slightly disgruntled but accepting growl.

Jed jumped onto the land and ran towards Sam. He then caught a familiar scent and paused to find where it was coming from. //Truman and Lewis? They're here?//

Rocky also stopped dead, ears pricked. 'Are those people friends of yours, too?' he enquired, looking at the approaching vampire hunters and attempting to catch their scent on the wind.

"Yes, they are - I should go and say hello," Jed said. "You may take the stick back to Sam while I talk to them."

He dropped the stick on the ground.

Wagging his tail in acknowledgement, the Doberman grabbed the stick in his jaws and dropped it at Sam's feet. She started to say something to him, but stopped suddenly when she realised Lewis and Truman were walking towards them. Beaming, she ran over to hug the taller man.

'You two finished talking to Sandra, then?' she said.

-Yep, she's going to do some research on the vampire we found,- Truman replied after returning the hug. -They might be with the Silver Count or with some other group, or a lone vampire.-

'I reckon he was alone,' added Lewis, who had been reading Truman's notepad as well. 'We'd never seen him before.'

Rocky sat down a short distance away from the group, watching all the humans warily. His owner was calling to him from the other side of the park and he lifted an ear to listen, wondering if he should slip away now.

-Probaly.- Truman wrote, not bothing to fix his mistake. -I wonder if he's a new vampire, or just one we haven't noticed until now?-

"I think your owner wants you, Rocky," Jed woofed. "You should go. Maybe we'll meet again at some point?"

(i'm not actually sure where jed is haha

'Maybe...' said Sam thoughtfully. 'It would make sense if he's a vampire who's only recently been bitten. The way he's been randomly attacking people... I don't think an experienced, intelligent vampire would behave like that.'

Rocky barked once in agreement. 'I hope so.' He then turned and hurtled off across the park, rounding a corner and disappearing behind a cluster of trees.

(you said he was going to talk to the others)

(o h
oh well)

-The dude needs to learn how to vampire- Truman commented. -If he keeps causing trouble, we might have to stake him.-

Jed looked up at them and gave a bork.

'Isn't that what we're supposed to do anyway if they're trying to attack people?' asked Sam lightly. 'I mean, it'd be great if we could convince him not to hurt anyone else, but if he's already doing it, he must've decided he likes it.' Nobody paid attention to Jed's bork.

(save me i've got the lavender town theme stuck in my head)

-Tru, man. We'll have to take him out if we see him again.-

Jed borked again.

(hahahahaaaaa
you r cursed
i have some music from a game in my head but its nice and calming

'Shall we be getting back now, then?' Sam suggested. 'Or we could go somewhere and eat, I think it's close to lunchtime.'

Lewis glanced at Jed with a politely bemused expression, and said nothing.

-I think there's a cafe nearby,- Truman suggested. -We could go there to eat.-

Jed gave up on borking.

'Good idea, let's go there.' Sam grinned up at him and linked her hand with his, which had the unfortunate effect of making him unable to write anything, but it was cute anyway.

Lewis dithered behind them with Jed, looking like he didn't know whether he was supposed to be going with them or not.

Jed started to walk after the pair, then stopped and looked back at Lewis. He would've told him to follow, but he couldn't shift his form with all the people around.

Instead, he borked.

Lewis stared at the husky dog for a second, then set off after the others.

(that is all.)

Truman and Sam walked in front hand-in-hand, while Jed stayed just behind Lewis.

(short comments 4ever yo)

(little skeep)

Upon reaching the cafe, Sam immediately found a table for everyone and bought various sandwiches, tea and cake. The man behind the counter was looking askance at Jed.

'I'm sorry, Madam,' he said to Sam, 'but you can't bring your dog in here, would you mind leaving him or her outside?'

'Oh, sure,' Sam said quickly. 'Come over here a minute, Jed.' She went outside, leaving Truman to take the tray of food to their table.

Jed walked outside after Sam, while Truman obediently took the tray of food and carried it to the table.

--

Sandra's fish bumped against the side of the tank. //food...//

(nOT THE FISHH)

you said tray of food
i said tray of food
well
it IS a tray of food

Once Sam was outside the cafe with Jed, she turned to him and said in a whisper, 'If you want to come in and eat with us, you're going to have to turn back. But not here where anyone could see.'

Indoors, Lewis was gazing blankly into a cup of scalding tea.

Jed nodded and gave a quiet wuff before turning and padding around the the back of the building at a quick pace.

Truman tore open a box that contained a cheese sandwich.

Leaving Jed alone to transform, Sam re-entered the cafe, smiling and trying to seem normal when one or two people cast disinterested glances her way. Quickly finding the table she'd chosen earlier, she sat down between Lewis and Truman and immediately reached for a ready-made ham sandwich. 'Jed's on his way,' she said under her breath.

Truman gave a thumbs up and bit into his sandwich.

Jed found nobody out the back of the cage, so he changed into his human form. Then he walked casually back to the front door.

??*cafe??

Sam had bolted down half her sandwich before Jed even reached their table. When she saw him, she smiled and said, 'Oh, hi Jed! Glad you could make it!' Because of course, she didn't want to give the impression that he'd literally just been with them.

"Huh? Oh-" Jed realised he should do the same for the sake of appearing normal. "Hello, Sam, I'm glad I could get here too!"

He sat at the table and reached for some blackcurrant juice.

In a very quiet voice so nobody sitting near them would overhear, Sam asked him, 'So, vampires really can eat and drink... other stuff?' She'd noticed him going for the blackcurrant juice.

Meanwhile, Lewis chewed his way through a fairly tasteless cafe sandwich and said nothing, though he listened to the conversation around him.

"Yes, we can eat and drink other stuff. Some vampires prefer to do that. Others just love the taste of blood." Jed told her in a low voice, taking a straw and poking it into the carton of juice.

Truman was enjoying his sandwich and listening to a particularly interesting conversation going on at the table next to them.

'You must have to drink it SOMETIMES, though,' said Sam, watching him curiously. It had never occurred to her before, but maybe they could learn things about the vampire race by asking Jed. Things they would never have discovered on their own...

(i nearly wrote Tonks instead of Sam)

(when we started this rp i nearly called tru a girl because i thought i was still writing mary)

"Sometimes, yes. But I prefer not to drink human blood if I can help it," the vampire explained between sips of juice.

Truman had nearly finished his sandwich..

(Truwoman confirmed)

Sam nodded, as if that confirmed something she'd been wondering for a long time. Suddenly hungry again, she grabbed a piece of coffee and walnut cake off the tray on the table. 'What about other stuff, like your abilities? I heard...' She glanced around warily and dropped her voice again. 'I heard that some vampires can use telepathy. Is that true?'

Lewis sipped his tea slowly.

"Mhmmmm," Jed replied with a mouthful of juice.

-Wouldn't it be convenient if I could use telepathy?- Truman commented. -I wouldn't have to write everything.-

'You could,' said Lewis in between sips of tea, 'if you were alright with becoming a vampire...'

Sam looked at Truman, but didn't say anything to him. Instead she turned to Jed and whispered, 'Hey, can you do it now? Try sending a message or something into my head.'

"Alright, give me a second..." Jed said. Concentrating on Sam, he asked in his head, //Hello Sam. Are you hearing this?//

-Nah... it's not worth the risk- Truman wrote back.

Sam froze for a split second, then grinned hugely. 'I heard it!' she whispered. 'That'll be really useful if you ever need to communicate with us without making a noise, or when you're in your dog form... Of course, we can't say anything back to you.'

Lewis made a small noise of acknowledgement in response to Truman's writing.

"It'll still be pretty useful even if you can't send messages back," Jed said, finishing the juice and pushing the empty carton away. He then had the sudden urge to jokingly scare Lewis.

He stared at him, and thought in a creepy voice, //I know all your secrets.//

'Yeah, it will be,' Sam replied, then turned her attention to her tea and cake.

Lewis jerked back in shock, nearly tipping his chair backwards. Then he found Jed staring intently at him and narrowed his eyes warningly. 'No, you don't.'

Sam's gaze flickered curiously between the two of them as she stirred her tea.

(i have a few random questions about jeddd

what country is he from (i always assumed britain like most of the others, but i don't know)
how old was he when he got turned into a 'pire (i.e. the age he's permanently stuck at)

and i had more but i sorta forgot)

//But I have seen your love poetry to Sandra,// Jed responded with a slight smirk. //It's really inspirational.//

Truman watched them over the rim of his teacup.

(H mm
Jed is, yes, britis
He sas 26 or so when he was Pirefied

'I haven't--' Lewis burst out, then stopped quickly when he realised everyone was watching them.

'I'd pay to know what Jed's talking about,' said Sam wistfully, taking a massive bite of cake.

(okk
and he liked Dogs)

"You could. At least three pounds. No refunds," Jed joked, reaching for the other ham sandwich.

(he liked doogs
so he became a doog
doog doug dowg doarg dohg

Sam made a small humming noise as she pretended to think about it, though the smirk on her face gave her away. 'Well, maybe I can use this as blackmail material,' she also joked. 'You know, if Lewis ever annoys me, I'll threaten to ask you what this conversation was about.'

(a quick thing i figured out while i was writing some character stuff:
Sam comes from up in the north of England
therefore, she has a northern accent
because those are pretty cool)

-Good idea- Truman wrote, smiling approvingly. Jed looked satisfied as he nibbled the corner of the sandwich.

(ooo i cant remember what those accents sound like-)

'It's not a good idea,' Lewis mumbled, finishing his tea and glaring at them all over the rim of the cup.

Sam pushed her empty plate and sandwich box away. 'Well, if we're done here, I think we should probably get back to headquarters.'

(hmmm
i just watch accent videos on youtube and pick ones that sound interesting)

(I'M JOINING AN ARPG ON DEVIANTART
it's based around a species called Kukuris
they're basically fluffy raptor things with ears)

(IOOOOOOO
I thought they were complicated-
good luck tho)

"Probably," Jed said, finishing the ham sadwich. "Sandra might be wondering where we are. We never told her, did we?"

sadwich

Sam shrugged. 'We often slip out to places, though, don't we? Besides, she's probably swamped in paperwork and vampire research.'

She got to her feet, leaving the boxes, mugs and saucers on their table for the waiter to clear up.

(a very sad wich

i looked through everything and it doesn't look too complicated. Besides you gET A FLUFFY RAPTOR THING
and you can breed them and do quests with them)

(i was watching glitch stuff/corruptions/hack videos of SM64 earlier and
there was a bit where all the music in the game changed to mario's voice
it was the most beautiful thing)

Truman stood up as well, and then Jed.

(p hah i dont jnkw wha elsto make em do
awww a fluffy raptor that you can do quests with
ive watched a few of those
mario has z great voice

(skip)

When they all got back to the Organisation headquarters, they got a surprise - Sandra was waiting for them in the car park.

'News,' she said briskly as soon as they were close enough to communicate. 'I've found out who that vampire was, and I might even know where we'll be able to find him again.'

(i've gone to the ARPG adoption centre

you basically pick out 2 Kukuri and you have a chance of getting one of them
BUT, you don't actually get to see what they look like first
instead, you find codes in the adoption centre (called genotypes) that tell you roughly how each Kukuri will look, from their coat colours to markings and other stuff
then you have to design the thing yourself using the genotype as a reference

this makes sense right?)

(it makes sense i think?)

Truman started to write something, but Jed spoke before he could finish. "Who is it?" He asked curiously. "Where can we find them?"

*him

Sandra eyed Jed for a second, as if surprised to see him in his human form for once. Then she said, 'He's a young vampire, reportedly part of a small group who, from what I've heard, don't actually work for the Silver Count. No, it's another vampire who controls them, and nobody seems to know what their goal or purpose is.'

(i want to stop typing vampire as bampire)

(EBIL BAMPIRES)

-If nobody knows what they're doing, we'll have to investigate them ourselves- Truman wrote hastily before Jed could stop him again. -Did you find out where this group's base is?-

'I believe so,' Sandra replied. 'I've done as much research as I can, but ultimately the only way to be sure is to go out and look ourselves. Apparently the group is inhabiting an abandoned, run-down farmhouse in the woods.'

"Sounds interesting, are we going to investigate it today?" Jed enquired. "Or some other time?"

'Well, we've got nothing else to do today,' commented Sam. 'Why not?'

Sandra nodded. 'If you're all prepared, I want you to go to the abandoned farmhouse as soon as possible and report back what you find. And be ready to fight if necessary.'

"I'm ready," Jed said as soon as she'd finished speaking. Truman chewed the end of his pencil, then gave a thumbs-up.

Upstairs, Fish was slowly bumping against the side of his tank.

(you shouls rrad my newwest shipping story
its not sad ths time
i proise

'Good,' said Sandra. 'In that case, gather any supplies you may need and get going within the hour. I want information on this group as soon as possible.'

(Fish no stop
you'll get brain damage)

(ezdhjjjy
on here, it says both of our last RP comments were posted at 12:31
THEY WERE POSTED AT THE SAME TIME BUT TWELVE HOURS APART)

Truman immediately went off to get steaks. Jed, not sure if he needed any supplies, wandered off.

umipostedsomething
youcanlookifyouwantto
hehehehumaaaaaaah

Sandra watched their retreating backs for a moment, then turned and headed back into HQ and up the stairs to her office. 'Good luck,' she called out just before the door closed behind her.

'We're never lucky,' Lewis mumbled, following Truman to get the weaponry. He found his own steak hanging on the wall beside the front door, and quickly sheathed it in his belt. Sam, meanwhile, took an ordinary knife and a pistol with wood-tipped bullets.

im going brsaaaaaaaindeas aaaasrfggg help m

aip

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imad3 sonethung and i tregret it very adly

nook nook. still ded. 999 ambulance is on their way from the hoopsital.

also SONG
Glad You Came by Boyce Avenue
i found it
i like it
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eeee
i might look it up at some point

i like soup

yes
do it

i refuse to reply to soup comments

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WHAY DOS THAY HAVEBTOMDO EITH ANYTHING

whaT DOES SPUP HAVE FTO DO WIITH TANYTHING

AT LEAST SOUP IS A WORD

BUUT
IT IS NOTA GOOD WORDTO USE
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i haf made an art

Jed came back with a slightly dirty cuddly toy fish. Truman gave him a quick confused look, then got his steak down.

thas all i dan manage oo

i made a lil doodle i quite like

Lewis also threw Jed a puzzled look, then shrugged and walked outside. 'Come on,' he said, 'we'll take my car.'

He led the way across the car park to the old, dirty-looking Ford Sierra and quickly unlocked it.

Truman followed, opening his book to draw Jed cuddling a fish. He climbed into the front seat of the car.

As Lewis started the car, Sam hurriedly jumped into the back, beckoning Jed to follow her. As soon as she'd put her seat belt on, the engine rumbled noisily into life, and the car slowly turned around and moved off towards the main road.

'Got you steak, Truman?' she called.

(* YOUR steak)

-Got my steak- Truman wrote back. -Got your gun-thing?-

Jed rolled down the window and watched the world go by.

(GOT YO STEEEEEEK????

hath ppsted more useless doodl.thing)

'Yep, got everything,' Sam replied, smiling at him briefly before turning to gaze out of her own window. The car rattled out onto the motorway and began to pick up speed. 'Though hopefully we won't have to fight at all.'

(eee i'll look in the morn'
cant be bothered to log out now)

(By the way I need ideas for Terence
like random things from his backstory, stuff he likes, his hobbies, etc.
I've already written some stuff down but if you have any interesting thoughts let me know)

"Maybe we'll be able to talk to this vampire group and settle things peacefully," Jed said, not looking away from the window. "But I guess if they're anything like the Silver Count's vampires, that won't be easy."

(humm
i dunno if it's just because of the fishing thing, but i think he lives in a log cabin
and like
cuts trees n stuff

'Probably not,' agreed Sam, stifling a yawn. 'But then again, they're not REALLY allied with him, are they? So maybe they'll be more reasonable.' She rested her elbow on the edge of the window. The car hit 70mph and started making an unpleasant rattling noise.

(he DOES live in a log cabin actually
i don't know about cutting trees though, becoz he is a fisherman
and also very lazy)

( oooh
random note - he keeps a pet fish
he really really likes fish)

"Hopefully," Jed gave a little shrug. Then he looked over at Lewis and called, "I think you need a new car!"

Lewis shrugged. 'Then get Sandra to pay me more.' He slowed the car down a little and the noise quietened.

After a few seconds' lull, Sam asked, 'She said she wants information on them, right? So I guess that makes this a spying mission more than anything.'

(hmmm maybeee...
but he also really likes EATING fish
so he'd sit in his cabin
eating fish
while the pet fish watches from a corner
seems a bit mean)

(the fish is like
//my bros... they are not food...//)

-Yep - we can hide in bushes and stuff and listen to them, and watch them.- Trunan agreed. -I'll be good at spying. I'm quiet. And you'll be good, Sam; you're small.-

Sam gave him a thumbs-up in the side mirror. Lewis looked mildly disbelieving. 'Er, no offence, Truman, but I think everyone can see you coming a mile away...'

A yellow Mini flew past them, beeping impatiently.

Jed glanced at the Mini and made a bark-ish noise.

-I guess so.- Truman wrote. -But do YOU have experience in spying?-

'No, but I'm sure I can be quieter than any of you,' Lewis replied. The car turned into a side road. Somewhere in front of them, the yellow Mini swerved wildly from side to side before slowing down just in time to avoid hitting another car.

"I'll be able to shapeshift into a smaller animal," Jed said. "Also, what's /wrong/ with the person driving that Mini?"

Lewis and Sam both glanced in the direction of the Mini, but it was already out of sight. 'Maybe they're drunk?' suggested Sam. 'Or a crazy vampire. Or a drunk crazy vampire. ...In a Mini.'

-Do vampires drive cats?- Truman wondered. -or do they just teleport?- he nibbled the end of his pencil thoughtfully.

????? *cars

no truman
they dont drive cats

Nobody was looking at Truman's notepad, so he never got his question answered.

'Ah, here we are. Nearly,' Lewis muttered a few seconds later as he parked the car behind a row of trees off the side of the road. 'That old farmhouse the vampires are living in is supposed to be around here somewhere.'

Truman let himself out of the car. Jed got out after him.

"I could shift into a bird so I can look around from above," the vampire suggested.

'Go ahead, Jed. Ooh, that rhymes,' said Sam, jumping out of the car after them and shutting the door. In front of them, the half-ruined farmhouse, complete with an empty and mouldering stable building, stood almost concealed behind the trees.

Jed shifted into the form of a red-eyed pigeon and took off, landing on a high tree branch and looking around with curiousity.

(RED-EYED PIGEONS
RUN FOR YOUR LIFE)

Once Jed had taken off, Sam took the lead through the woods towards the farmhouse itself. Lewis kept close behind her, glancing at Truman to make sure he was following as well. 'It looks pretty deserted,' the curly-haired woman whispered.

(maybe in a couple of days we can start up the harry potter RP again in my new chatroom)

(you can run but you can't hide ^u^)

-Maybe the vampires are all out today?- Truman suggested. -Or there's a basement and they're having a party down there.-

Jed, after seeing no sign of any vampires, flew down a little lower. He thought he saw something duck quickly behind the farmhouse, but he wasn't too sure.

(oooooooh yES
we can do it in the chatroom that i definitely didn't post a comment saying 'legs' in)

Sam snorted with laughter. 'Do vampires have parties?' Then the laughter died down and she added, 'I guess we'll have to go inside and look around somehow, if we're not going to learn anything from being out here.'

Around the back of the farmhouse, something that looked like an animal slunk into the shadows too fast to make out exactly what they were.

(why are there legs in it)

Truman didn't reply, but sped up a little. //Wouldn't it be hilarious if they /were/ having a party...// he thought.

Jed flapped down and landed on a rotting fence in front of the farmhouse. He watched the approaching group with his round, red eyes.

(because legs r Good)

Suddenly, there was a rustle in the gorse bushes near where Jed was sitting. An animal with flame-orange fur leapt out of hiding and swung a paw at the pigeon, aiming to knock him off the top of the fence.

Sam and Lewis were oblivious to what was going on as they cautiously approached the building.

Jed, startled by the animal's sudden appearance, clumsily flapped onto the ground. He then spread his wings to take off again.

The fox acted quickly, slamming a paw down on the bird's wing to pin him to the ground. But instead of immediately biting his head off, it just stared at him with its head cocked to one side. Then a distinct, sarcastic female voice sounded inside Jed's head.

//Hello again, darling.//

//Amy?// Jed stared up at the fox in surprise and, deciding she wasn't going to kill him, didn't try to struggle out from under her paw. //What are you doing here? Don't you work for the Silver Count?//

//I don't work FOR him,// she snapped, baring some very sharp teeth. //I just work WITH him because we share the same goals. But sometimes I like to try and accomplish those goals on my own, too.// She lifted her paw off Jed and began to clean it.

//Oh, right, sorry,// Jed apologised, his feathers a little ruffled. //So you're hanging around with these vampires now, or you just happen to be near their hideout?//

//This is a group of people I'm controlling to lower the human population,// Amy replied coolly. //We sneak out into the towns at night and bite humans. You see, the Silver Count may be a brilliant leader, but he's taking far too long to get rid of all the annoying humans. We're just speeding things up a little.//

(OK I have to say this

I just went on Youtube and tried to type the name of a song, 'Angel with a Shotgun'

but

I mistyped it as 'Angel with a Sh.itgun'

i'm still laughing)

i don't know what to make jed say except "...oh"
heLP MEe

aNGEL WITH A SH.ITGUN
YES
watch out for that angel-
the one with the sh!tgun-
it's dangerous-

(just... have him say something along the lines of 'oh noes amy attacking innocent humans is wrong and me and my slayer friends will stop yoooou'

but not those exact words)

//But you can't do that!// Jed protested. //What have the humans ever done? Yes, a FEW might be slayers, but most of them are innocent. Why are they bothering you?//

Amy grinned. //They're still humans, Jed,// she said calmly. She was about to say more, but the sound of the farmhouse gates creaking open made her ears stand up alertly. Without a goodbye, she turned and darted off into the shadows.

'Did you hear something?' Lewis asked as they cautiously walked forwards. 'Sounded like an animal... growling.'

Truman started writing a response, but never got to finish. Jed had flown back over to them. He shifted into his human form as quickly as he could. "I think someone's coming," he told them. "I was talking to someone, then I heard the door opening. It must've been one of the other vampires."

door? *gates

posted a lil random ting that involves mary not following her dreams-
you can ignore the thing i posted before it-
it was just a test / writing from boredom-

soup! soup! shouls we contineuu the hatty potter rp soon? soup! soup!

yeeaah we can start it tomorrow i guess

if you want you can leave the first bit of writing in the other 'room and i'll reply whenever

(alrightyy
i shall do that

tic taca arengreat melted on toadt. share thud recuoe with your friebds so they ca alsi thate the cevinde fla vourd oyf tuc tac toast.

stop