mackalya
Mirandaholic
keep smiling,it makes them wonder what your up to.
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Post by mackalya on Aug 3, 2006 1:39:46 GMT 9.5
you truly are gifted
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Post by Incapability on Aug 3, 2006 2:17:26 GMT 9.5
hmpf. if you say so ...
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Post by himiko on Aug 4, 2006 5:08:34 GMT 9.5
We do say so. ;D
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Post by Kierah on Aug 4, 2006 5:28:42 GMT 9.5
Of course we say so. =D
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Post by Incapability on Aug 4, 2006 20:59:27 GMT 9.5
oh well. thanks.
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Post by Incapability on Aug 6, 2006 20:12:05 GMT 9.5
Not at all sure whether I like this or not. I don't think I got Voldy's character right, and well, I think it's quite crappy, so I thought I'd ask you guys what I could improve: The Evil Plotbunny-Challenge - Part I've-Lost-CountThe better part of the room was bathed in darkness, only in the centre there was a small pool of light in which she faced Voldemort. He was sitting in a dark, throne-like chair, and she could sense the presence of his minions around them. Just like herself, he knew how to stage an aura of power, and just like herself he knew the importance of it. To make up for her lack of followers, she had paid careful attention to her appearance, because inhuman as he might be, Voldemort was still a man. And if he wasn’t, at least some of his followers were. Not a single word had been spoken so far, but the silence did not last heavy upon her. She could feel him take in the way her hair contrasted with her moonlight skin, the way her robes surrounded her like a cloud of smoke, her diamond-hard eyes locking with his own flaming red pupils. She could feel him measure her, and she saw the appreciation in his eyes. Mab had already finished her first judgement of him, and she knew he had not noticed her watching him. Why should he? Why should her expect anyone to measure his power when he believed it above anyone else’s? Why should anyone dare? His arrogance far surpassed anything she had ever seen, including people like Julius Caesar, Vortigern and Merlin. All of a sudden, the silence was of a different quality. It seemed busy, unquiet, anticipating. The corners of her mouth curled themselves into a wolfish smile as she waited for Voldemort to speak. * She was beautiful. But that did not mean anything. Beauty was superficial, it was as fleeting as a human’s life. Many women were beautiful, but not all were powerful. And power was all that really mattered. Beauty was just not important. What was important was the way she held herself; upright, self-confident, almost arrogant she stood like a marble statue and let him watch her. She obviously knew what she was worth. Good. The last thing he could use was another simpering sycophant. But would she accept that he was worth more than her? She was proud, he could see it in her eyes; they had not left his own for a second. None of his followers ever dared to look him in the eye. Not ever. He did not know whether to be amused or angry. Unable to decide, he continued to study her. Long, dark hair and black robes that almost disappeared into the darkness and left only her pale face staring at him. The thought was almost unnerving, and it was nourished by the complete stillness of her features. He had a mask of crystal staring at him. Staring, but seemingly not watching. She appeared to be thoroughly passive, and as he tried to read her mind, he found that there was nothing to read. She was simply waiting for him to make the first move. After a while, he sat up a little straighter and smirked as he saw her smile. It reminded him of his own, it spoke of knowledge and malignancy. ‘What was the saying again? There’s a cap for every pot?’ He avoided snorting at the thought only at the very last second and turned his almost-grimace into a sneer. “Why, Madame, how inexpressibly generous of you to grace me and my companions with your delightful presence. Pray tell, how can we be of any service to you?” ‘Let the games begin …’
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Post by himiko on Aug 8, 2006 5:18:07 GMT 9.5
Personally, I think it's done very well. You've certainly captured Voldemort's arrogance, and the idea of them staring each other down. I like it, and wait with bated breath for the next part. ;D
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Post by Incapability on Aug 10, 2006 2:58:17 GMT 9.5
*blushes* thanks. I kinda imagined it a bit like the scene in Vortigerns throne-room, hall, whatever.
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Post by Kierah on Aug 10, 2006 5:24:54 GMT 9.5
OMG
write more or DIE
</fangirl>
No, seriously. I will send my army of mutant crickets after you if you don't write more.
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Post by himiko on Aug 11, 2006 5:34:30 GMT 9.5
*stares at Kierah*...Mutant crickets?! Ah, that will never work. You need some Himiko-destruction goods! (All copyright belongs to MEEEEEEE) *opens box in salesman-like fashion* We have portable mobs, not to mention many mob upgrades in form of weaponry, speed and language; we have a Merlin bashing hammer of titanium and concrete; we have a cool looking axe that I in no way stole from Lordi *looks shifty*, and we have the new Cast-of-MA-slicing swords, complete with Satellite navigation pointing towards nearest evil cast member. For your needs, I would suggest a portable mob with an extra upgrade of fangirl (or boy). *is not shamlessly plugging products* But, yes, Incapa, we must have more, or various armies may descend upon you! MUAHAHAHAHA!
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Post by Kierah on Aug 11, 2006 7:02:26 GMT 9.5
Ooh, can you shrink those shiny axes? Then I'll have each mutant cricket carry one and they'll attack Incapa with their little axes flying!
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Post by himiko on Aug 13, 2006 4:01:44 GMT 9.5
Shrinking axes? Hmmmm, I'm sure we can figure something out... *evil laugh*
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Post by Incapability on Aug 14, 2006 5:47:34 GMT 9.5
*is scared*
omg, and me is sooo bad at writing intelligent conversation ...
*is off to check cricket wards*
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Post by Morgause on Aug 14, 2006 8:05:04 GMT 9.5
Ohh This is really very well written!! Congratulations!! ;D
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mackalya
Mirandaholic
keep smiling,it makes them wonder what your up to.
Posts: 162
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Post by mackalya on Aug 31, 2006 7:59:01 GMT 9.5
dark hair , moonlight skin,diamond hard eyes
you gotta love it
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