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Post by Mippin on Nov 17, 2003 0:17:30 GMT -5
you jumped off the edge of the world. Sblomie drove you to it. Alas for thee. Sblomie would be scolded, of course, Sblomie probably isn't aware he made you jump off the edge of the world but..yeah.. *shuts up*
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Post by Mippin on Nov 17, 2003 0:06:17 GMT -5
true, but a lot of us still don't like that abbrieviation...
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Post by Mippin on Nov 16, 2003 16:57:38 GMT -5
Yep, ever since you pointed that out, I never abbrieviate Christmas. That was a while ago too...heh..
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Post by Mippin on Nov 16, 2003 13:40:47 GMT -5
Already hearing christmas songs? Everyone here has had their tree up since october (they don't really celebrate Halloween, so christmas starts early) and the only thing I ever hear on the radio is Going Under... *insert rolling-eyes smilie here, which should be re-uploaded as it's an e-vile red x of doom*
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Post by Mippin on Nov 13, 2003 21:40:59 GMT -5
I say let her ask Sblomie...of course..she doesn't know who Sblomie is so..yeah.
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Post by Mippin on Nov 12, 2003 13:09:29 GMT -5
*runs into room, stumbles at doorway, and falls flat on her face* ow. *gets up* I'm here!!! I'd like to join the secret service! What?! Secret Santa? hmm...okie dokie, I'll join in anyway!
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Post by Mippin on Feb 21, 2004 11:14:59 GMT -5
Mip slowly put on her coat, and sighed. Billy grabbed her by the shoulder and stopped her from packing up everything.
'Come on, Mip. Maybe Tari's right. We've still got Easter.'
Mip tilted her head and turned back to look at Billy.
'The holidays will spread. And the remains of the christmas party will burn. And...and all that was once green and faerie-ish will be gone. There might not be an easter, Bill.'
With this thought, Mippin continued to pack her things away. Billy looked at Mip concerned, but helped her with her things. They loaded all the equipment into a limo, which suddenly materialized from nowhere to take each person back home.
Mip looked at Ala and Uncle Dom, and Lëo and Agent Lofty. They were all solemnly looking at Mippin packing up. Ala had put everything in place, and locked up the bar. Lëo had gave up on trying to break free. Dom had gathered up Gizmo, and stayed away from Twitchy. Mip nodded, and bade them come with.
As they piled into the limo, and were ready to head up to their home in the North. Billy had an idea.
'Stop.' he told the chauffer. 'Take us south.'
'South? But that would lead us past the remains of the party!' the driver replied, bewildered.
'Yes,' said Billy. 'The closer we are to the party, the further we are from danger of losing Easter. It's the last thing Tari [or anyone else] would expect.'
'Well, that doesn't make much sense to me, but you are all fairly small. Perhaps you are right.'
Dom shouted out. 'Are you mad?! We'll be caught!'
'No we won't.' said Billy calmly. 'Not this time.'
Mip, Ala, and Lëo all watched this amused, and agreed with Billy. The driver shrugged, and Agent Lofty wondered if there would be any nooks near by where they were going.
'I always liked going South,' whispered the driver, who was interrupted by Mip.
'Kinda like going down hill?' she asked.
'Er..yes.' the driver replied, and then they were off, into the heart of the dead remains of the party.
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Post by Mippin on Jan 18, 2004 14:35:54 GMT -5
Mip kept staring at the blood intently...if you hadn't noticed already, Mip liked blood. Suddenly she felt Nil's e-vile glare, and winced. Billy must have felt it too, for he began dragging Mippin to the stage. 'Bah! I'm coming already...it's not as if the winner of the award doesn't already know who she is.' she said as she let Billy drag her along. When at last they reached the stage, Mip made her way to the stage. As she walked up to the mic with Billy, she put on her sunglasses, and nearly tripped over a loose wire that was hanging out of her pocket. 'Bah.' she said as she regained her balance. She finally got up to the mic.
'Well, well, well. There's another winner to this debate... and that is why I am here. For if there was not, there would not be. But I am, and if you had any sense in those heads of yours, me being here would give away who won the other award. Yes, that's right - We all knew it too.' she said, smirking at Nil, 'So.. just give it up for Niluial for her argument on whether Corporal Punishment should be allowed'
Billy held up the trophy, and handed it to Nil. Mip nodded, and congratulated her, then proceeded to walk off stage. At that moment, Mip tripped over another loose wire, and smacked right onto the stage floor, face first. Naturally Billy was dragged down, but not all the way. He helped Mip up, who replied, 'Bah. Eh..thank you.' And then she stuffed all the wires back into her pockets, and zipped them shut. They quickly left, and it seemed no one really noticed Mip and Billy while Nil gave her eloquent speech.
They went back over to raise the volume on the music after Nil had accepted her award, then headed over to the bar yet again. Mip and Billy both ordered drinks, which cause Ala to drag Dom from his stool, and drop one of his bandages.
'That was a graceful fall.' Agent Lofty sneered.
'I'll have you know, that a fall like that takes years of practice. Actually, it was you who inspired me to take up falling down stairs. Three flights, and the lightsocket still lives, hmm?' Mip shot back.
'Dude...'
Mip snickered at her victory, and drained her glass. She set down the glass lightly.
'You know, you were better off with the spork, rather than the spoon.' she told Lëo, 'Now, if you choose to use a knife... well..'
'Well what?' Lëo asked fidgeting with the spoon.
'Well..it won't work on the rope, but you might be able to cut through flesh and either remove your arm, or his arm. In any event, the rope still won't come off so easily.'
Lëowen glared at her menacingly. Mip grinned sheepishly, 'What? After all, Amby bracket hearts bracket you!' Lëo shook her head and snickered, as did Ala. The rest seemed a bit confuzzed.
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Post by Mippin on Jan 15, 2004 22:34:16 GMT -5
'Oh Dom, I hope I'm alright, cos I really am gonna cry, Billy!' Mip said, psuedo-crying, recieving a puzzled look. It was lovely that Mip understood every single thing said during the schtick, and what a lovely schtick it was! Billy chuckled, not exactly getting everything, but he was curious as to 'oh Dom' Mip shrugged, and went on about her business, dragging Billiam (yes, Billiam) over to the DJ-ish place, and playing a few requests for a while.
After about an hour, Mip got tired of taking requests. 'Bah. You all suck. Free your mind, man... I said FREE YOUR MIND!!'
And with those touching and sincerely heart-felt words, Mip and Billy went back to the bar, and hung out with Ala and Dom. Mip ordered up a Mountain Sprew, and drained her glass quickly.
'Dear Dom, this thing will never end will it?' she pondered aloud, recieving feedback from the rest.
'Nope. Never going to end..until we all die.' 'What will never end?' 'Dear....Dom...? Should I be scared?'
Mip answered them all quickly.
'We're already dead. This will never end. How long have you been tied to us for, eh? You should have learned by now to always be scared, man.'
For the next few moments it was dead silent, and there was nothing to do but sit and twitch. Mip cringed and banged her head repeatedly on the bar.
'Em...' began Billy.
Mip raised her head and looked at Billy, she blinked a few times and waited, then she spoke uneasily...
'The voices... they're.. they're... aaaggh! They're shouting...in German...so loud...can't take it...we need outside noise...so they'll shut up!!!'
'What are they saying? And you don't speak German, anyway..how would you know?' Ala asked her. Mip pointed menacingly towards Dom.
'Well..German isn't so bad...' he replied looking away from Mip's glare. Mip turned and pointed this time at Billy.
'They...are yelling..in German...with.. bloody..scottish..accents!! We need some sort of sound!' Mip yelled above the voices, then continued to bang her head on the table. Now, the music was still playing, but you see, voices pay no heed to music. Mip darted off to the DJ-ish place as fast as she could drag Billy along with, and switched the music to the hobbit drinking song.
'There, are you happy now?!' Mip said to no one readily visible. She fell down and sat on her stool, and sighed. 'Satisfied at last.' she said, letting her head fall hard against the speaker. 'ow.' she said at last, a bit delayed.
'I wonder what's next...' Billy pondered, as he took out a schedule, and tried to stray off the subject of German speaking voices with Scottish accents who demanded Hobbit-y drinking songs.
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Post by Mippin on Jan 10, 2004 0:19:12 GMT -5
Mip and Billy headed towards the bar, made a pit-stop at the DJ station, played another very long record, then proceeded to where they were seated before. Mip reached over and patted Merry on the head, dodging the blow that the cat dealt her in reply. She sat and looked around. 'Did you put Gizmo away safely?' she asked. Uncle Dom nodded and continued bandaging his wounds. 'You still haven't finished?' Uncle Billy asked, seemingly trying to find some crack to make about it.
'Say, Uncle Billy, do you have one of those tiny litle jars you keep the small souls in available?' Mip asked Uncle Billy. He looked at her a bit puzzled.
'Souls? What souls?' He said in defense, but all the same, handed her a miniscule jar. Mip looked at it, and made sure it wasn't too big. Ala tilted her head towards Mip.
'You aren't gonna attempt vacuuming a soul, are you Mip?' She asked skeptically.
'Of course not, this wouldn't really fit an entire soul.. maybe a very small soul.' she replied, with a wry look on her face as she eyed the cat in Ala's lap. Ala twitched and moved her arm to protect Twitchy/Merry, which only resulted in a bit of blood.
'Well, I don't want Twitchy's soul.. I only want some blood. Dom's blood, actually.' she said with a sheepish grin on her face. Ala glared at Mip, and tried to protect the cat once more. Uncle Dom looked a bit frightened. Mip chuckled and placed the jar under Uncle Dom's arm, and let a few drops of blood fall into it, enough to fill the jar, which was extremely small.
'Why do you want Uncle Dom's blood?' Lëo pondered.
'Next you'll be asking me if I want Satan's blood,' Mip said, a bit sarcastically, although it was very tempting. 'I just felt like bottling some blood, and Uncle Dom just happened to be bleeding.'
Ala glared at Mip. 'I'm bleeding too, ya know.' Mip chuckled, and took out another tiny jar with a red substance in it, labeled 'Amarië', waved it under Ala's nose, then pocketed it again.
'Why exactly, are you collecting our blood?' Ala pondered suspiciously.
Mip pondered herself... she liked blood. Never did anything with it, just collected it. An odd hobbie, but hey, imagine how much she could get for Uncle Dom's blood on Ebay! Not that she'd ever sell it.. 'As..as not to abuse Merry, of course.' she nodded.
'Of course,' Lëo said, 'unless you weren't.' she began trying to saw the rope with a spork.
'You really don't like being tied to me, do you?' Elijah asked her. She glared, and continued sawing at the rope.
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Post by Mippin on Jan 9, 2004 19:13:06 GMT -5
Mip watched Uncle Dom closely as he bandage his wounds. 'That's gonna leave a scar, innit?' she said, facinated by the blood that dripped down his arm, and made the white bandage a shade of red, soon to be brown. He nodded, and scowled. 'Scars are fun.' Mip said in reply. Billy gave her an odd look and tried to edge as far away from Mip as possible. When Uncle Dom was done, and Mip had settled that everyone was dying, Mip took Billy up to the stage.
As she got up on stage, Mip prepared mentally, and wondered if she could use this to 'gauge her schtick' so to speak. Okay, here goes!
Mip approached the microphone with Billy, and spoke.
'Well, I seem to have forgotten what this schtick is all about, and since you're either all dying of boredom, or are nearing drunk, I'll just come out and say it. The party is officially over. Go home.'
the crowd looked at Mip annoyed and groaned.
'Well that was smart, Mip.' Billy said.
'I thought it was. Not like you could come up with a better one, anyway.' Mip said, acting upset at Billy's comment.
'Yeah? Well maybe you'll think differently after I take your soul.' was his rather odd comeback.
'My soul? You can't take my soul.'
'Sure I can.'
'Wanna bet?'
'Sure, everyone knows the effective ways to steal souls. I mean, all you need is a nice little vacuum, and a jar.' Billy continued in a sportsman like manner.
'Dear Uncle Billy. One simply cannot take another's soul. You are a mortal. And unless you posess supernatural powers, which let's just face it, you don't, you really can't take my soul. A vacuum? Surely you musn't believe that a soul is actually a material possesion?' Mip said.
'Unless it is.'
'Well, yes, I suppose then it would be. Unless it isn't.'
'Well then it wouldn't be, now would it?'
'Dude.. the schtick.. have you forgotten the schtick?' Mip asked a bit annoyed.
She continued. 'Anyway, the point here is that this next award goes to someone would can debate far better than either one of us can, at least when it comes to soul sucking, this next award, is for the Best Debater One who is cunning, sly, and can prove a point, nearly irefutable! This award, this great honour, goes to none other than... Novnarwen!'
At this the crowd roared with cheer and applause louder than ever before, Mip had the feeling that it was so, not only because Nova had won such a great award, but also because it meant that she and Uncle Billy were obliged now to shut up and leave the stage. And, as the audience so bade them, the two walked off the stage, as soon as Nova had accepted her award and began her speech.
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Post by Mippin on Jan 5, 2004 21:39:53 GMT -5
Mip and Billy sat, doing basically nothing, just listening to music. They said nothing, they did nothing, they just sat. At last Mip sighed.
'You ever notice how there's this awkward moment when it seems like nothing happens until someone else acknowledges something through some sort of post in a, another dimension, let's say?' Mip asked Billy, not really expecting a reply.
'Actually, yeah. I'm thirsty.' he replied.
Mip put in a new album, a long album, so she wouldn't have to change it for a good long while, then nodded. 'To the bar?'
'To the bar.'
They got up, and walked over to the bar. They sat in stools right on the side of the bar and ordered up drinks. Mip asked for Code Red Mountain Sproke Beer. She hadn't had any in a while. When at last they were served, Mip, Billy, now along with Ala and Dom, were caught in a like situation. No one said anything, nor did anything really. Ala fiddled around with her faerie, Dom sat down eyeing the faerie and whispering to Billy, and Mip was just bored.
'Mind if I go get Gizmo?' she asked Dom. He nodded. Mip got up, and after a good long while, finally got Billy up to go get Gizmo with her. When they came back they all had something to do. Stare at the leaf mantis. Actually, they all took a moment to hold Gizmo, and just stare at the giant 'eye' on its wing. At least they all had something to do. Mip held up Gizmo, and looked at the pretty mantis. It was green. Green was a good colour. Yep. When Mip was ready to hand Gizmo back to Dom, she whispered Free Henry to her, which resulted in a few odd looks before nearly everyone was on the floor laughing. Mip snickered and watched everyone laugh their insides out.
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Post by Mippin on Jan 5, 2004 21:12:35 GMT -5
Mip tapped her finger along the table 'Faramir-style' to the music. Everything was seemingly normal for a while. She saw Ala scurry around searching for something. Lost her schtick again, eh? she thought as she watched her drag Uncle Dom around, amused. Thinking of schtick, Mip took out a piece of paper and looked at it.
'Hmm, most informative post, best debater... I guess we should take a look at our own schtick, Billy!' she thought aloud. She had an interesting schtick planned up for best debater.
She set in a new album at random. It sounded like the Doves to Mip, but she wasn't too worried about that at the moment. She quickly took out a blank piece of paper and began writing out a dialogue. She finished quickly and looked it over, then handed the schtick to Billy. He took the paper, and looked it over.
'Well, what do you think?' Mip asked.
Billy blinked at her a few times, and looked down at the paper. Mip tilted her head, and groaned, then handed him a pen. He quickly began jotting down changes to the dialogue.
They poured over the dialogue until they were happy with it, then set it away to be looked at again for very last minute changes.
'Well, now that that's done, back to my job.' Mip said as she stuffed the paper into her pocket.
She began to take out an album, but was met with random shouts and requests, mainly 'Smashing Pumpkins!' and 'Stone Roses!' Mip glared in the direction of the shouts, then decided to play Travis just to spite everyone. Naturally, Billy didn't seem to mind though.
Mip sat and looked at her award. 'Spiff little thing, innit?' she said to herself as she stored it in a safe place. Things were sometimes flung at Mip when the favoured music was not played, and she didn't want to break the award. She lowered the music and watched as Nil approached the stage yet again.
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Post by Mippin on Jan 4, 2004 12:46:06 GMT -5
Mip tilted her head and wondered what avatar won the award, she had lots within that span of time. 'Hmm, I suppose we should go get the award now, eh Bill?' she said, as they marched up to the stage. As they reached the mic, Mip began to look around. At last she spoke.
'It was a bit of a surprise to hear that I had won this along with the others. I'm honoured. Thanks a bunch! Even a thank to Agent Lofty, just in case, and all those other people. I guess it goes to show, that when bored enough, you can create masterpieces. Or maybe you're all just demented.' Mip said the last statement with a broad grin. 'Thanks again!' she said as she walked away from the mic and off the stage.
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Post by Mippin on Dec 30, 2003 19:26:21 GMT -5
Mip put on sunglasses, yes sunglasses, and saw Ala coming towards her. 'Hullo Ala!' she said cheerfully as she put in a record and acted like nothing was wrong in the least. Mip walked around, came out of her station of DJ-Like power, and walked around Ala and Dom a few times. 'What are you doing?' Ala asked her. Mip stopped and squinted at them. 'Nothing, hope you don't mind, eh?' she said tilting her head in some sort of suggestive manner she was sure no one would ever understand except her and maybe her multiple personalities. Ala blinked at her. 'It's in the plan, Ala...look at the map. There are spiders...' Mip said in response to the blinking.
Mip dragged Billy off and they walked away, in the darkness. 'You aren't in any chance arachnaphobic, are you?' she asked him. He looked at her strangely. 'Well, I'd think by now you'd be used to it, but I'm just making sure.' she continued, again Billy blinked. 'You didn't take Witchitar, did you?' he asked her. Mip stopped and looked at Billy. She gasped.
'How can you think such a thing?! I would never take Witchitar!' she said in a harsh whisper. Billy gave her a funny look. 'Well, you took something.' he said.
Mip tilted her head and resumed walking towards the back of the stage.
'What did you take?' Billy pressed on.
Mip said nothing, but came towards a fairly large box. She took something out of her pocket, and stuck it in the box. 'I didn't take anything, I just borrowed it...'
'Without permission?'
'Well, yes. But still...'
They looked into the box to see a bunch of spiders, the edges of the boxes were covered in webs. Mip picked a spider up, and began stroking it. She studied it closely. 'Perfect! Haha! They're all just perfect!' she said as she went up on the stage, and let the spiders loose. They began crawling around, and soon were crawling up peoples' legs, and resting on their shoulders, and naturally...the reply was the room being filled with shrieks and shrills. Music to Mip's ears.
'Aren't those spiders a bit dangerous?' Billy asked.
'You know, you ask too many questions for a person who has been stuck to me before...' she replied, handing him a piece of paper. He read it.
'Of course.'
Mip grinned and dashed back to the DJ station, and switched albums.
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