~Character Chat~

Andrew: Fly? YOU CAN FLY?!
Ezra: Liz and I have abilitys too. We can cast spells, our dreams sometimes predict the future, and obiviously talk to the dead. I'm a desendent of Morgana while Liz is the desendent of Merlin. Merlin wanted to help the dead cross over while Morgana wanted to use them as her slaves to take over camelot. They made a vow before they died that they would be evenged by two. My family wants me to kill...to imprison. And now they want me dead...

Liz: Oh...I could have sworn it... What about you? *turns to peter* Anyonw in your group a couple?
Andrew: She really likes chainsaws...
Ezra: …

Riddle: MY dad wants me dead TOO! Man...Wow...That's like a really unhappy serindipitous thing!
T.Mor: Unhappy serendipity? Riiight.
Riddle: Waht do you call it then- just dipity?
T.Mor: (Sigh.) No.
August: Just to make sure- It's been a while since I was reading any Arthurian legend...Merlin is the magic spell guy- Right?
Riddle: What magic spell guy?
August: You haven't heard of The king Arthur stories EITHER? My god. First trees, and now this...
Riddle: Does it have anything to do with Chuck Norris?

Ezra: Nothing to do ith chuck norris.... but yup that merlin...

Riddle: But he's MAGIC!
August: No. Just... No. You are wrong on so many levels...
T.Mor: I guess we don't have that in our world...

Peter: (to T.Mor) Don't feel bad. I have absolutely no clue what they're saying, either. (He looks to his team.) Any of you guys know? (They shake their heads.)
Senet: And yes, we can fly. Actually, evehryone on ouhr team can fly except fohr Nike.
Sarah: She's an earth type, which is, of course, the opposite of wind. She can never use it.
Nike: I'm quite alright safely rooted to the ground, thank you. You three can tempt fate and defy gravity every day if you want. I'll gladly stay out of it.
Sarah: It's not dangerous or anything...
((EDIT: Nearly forgot to respond to the "Anyone in your group a couple" thing. To be honest, I'm not really sure if I want romance in my book yet. What I'm leaning towards now is one that starts off slowly in the beginning and picks up more in the second book. Because really, the first book is just so damn complicated as it is...))
Peter: (a little uncomfortably) So, uh, anyone a couple, you said? Ah, w-well... (He and Sarah meet eyes for a split second before they both look away.) No, I, uh, don't think so.
Sarah: (maybe just a little embarassed) Heh, yeah... I mean, when would anyone have time for a relationship anyway when there's a war going on, am I right?

((I'm not sure if it would be secretive or not. Maybe it should, just to keep awkwardness out of the team. Wouldn't want Senet and Nike to feel weird.

Oh, I can think of another awkward situation that would result from that at the end of the second book, though! Ridiculously informal when I really should be serious mode, GO!

At the funeral... (What? Yes. But no, this isn't really how it happens.)
(Quick explanation: it is custom for bonders to perform practices with flowers as the funeral service, especially since there are rarely any bodies in this line of work. The practices are different depending on the deceased's main type. The flowers are symbolic of whatever relationship the mourner had with the deceased. Here, Senet, Nike, and Izzy have irises for dear friendship; Karen and Elizabeth have coltsfoot for maternal love; and Sarah...)
Nike: Um, is that a red rose...?
Sarah: Yes...
Senet: But...hred hroses ahre fohr ze deceased's lovehr...
Sarah: (tosses it behind her, laughing nervously) I'MJUSTKIDDINGIHAVEANIRISTOO! I SWEAR!

RIWIRSBS mode, deactivate!

Heh. Also, I think you can glean from that little tidbit just what happens at the end of book two...))

(NOOO!!! you kill Peter? *Angsts* WHY???)

T.Mor: (At Sarah.) At home I knew of a few people who actually got married as a result OF the political unrest...It decreased your taxes if you only had to pay for 1 house and 1 roll of duct tape...
Riddle: Really? It costs less? (She has never known this.)
T.Mor: Yeah. I wouldn't expect you to know...since you spent all your time behind the walls of the compound. (Giving off the impression that he's angry about her missing out on all the pain and suffering.)
Riddle: Oh. That explains it then. (Blatantly disregards his tone.)
August: (Is frustrated since he's the only person out of all of them to know ANYTHING about Merlin And all that.) Seriously people? How come your planets are so...Weird? I mean...Comeon, you all must have some sort of ancient legends about dragons and magic and stuff like that!
Riddle: Oh...you mean like...The Book of Faces?
August: I don't know what that is...

Ezra: Haven't seen any dragons yet....and it's not cool.
Liz: I'm an outsider at my school.
Andrew: If you just let me handle it...
Liz: * interupts* Your way of "handling it" is punching wverybody in the face who calls me a freak. We dont need to repet that.
Andrew: *sighs*
Ezra: …

((

Invisimort wrote:(NOOO!!! you kill Peter? *Angsts* WHY???)

^That, my friend, is exactly why! Death is Dramatic!

Also I'm a sadist xD Seriously, Peter is actually probably my favorite character. Is it bad that I feel no remorse whatsoever for killing him off? But honestly, that reaction actually brought a smile to my face. It was just the sort of reaction I was hoping for, which means that I've done my job well!

Peter scores about a 3.12 on the Sorting Algorithm of Deadness, by the way. I don't know if that makes you feel any better.))

Peter: We know some dragonlike people...but they're complete jerkasses.
Sarah: They think they're so much cooler than humans.
Nike: ...But they are.
Sarah: Yeah, you're kinda right. (to the rest) Plus, they breathe nitrogen on their home planets. Since there's a lot more nitrogen in the air here on human planets, they actually benefit from it when they come here. Y'know, like athletes who train on mountains where there's less oxygen. The dragons would love the human planes if it weren't for the humans.

((It was funny...back on February 15th, I was talking with my friends about stuff I could do to make more story in Soulbonders.

Pat: (putting his hands up, preparing for a big announcement) Wait, I got an awesome idea! (single clap) Peter dies! (He has this look on his face like, "Yeah, that's great! Don't you agree?!")
Me: ...Actually, he does.
Pat: (throwing his fists up in the air in victory) YEAH! I CALLED IT!

Hehe. This has actually been the plan for a long time. Even before February.))

Andrew: How nice...
Ezra: *laughs* We have people who aren't dragonlike people that are that.
Liz: Maybe they are...that would explain MANY things...

Peter: If they were dragons, believe me, you'd know it. Dragons and humans can't even communicate verbally anyway, since neither species can replicate the sounds the other uses to speak. The only way is through writing or thought.

Andrew: That sounds like math class on a normal day...
Liz: *laughs* Maybe Andrew's part dragon!
Andrew: *laughs* Because she can't talk to me out loud, we've been passing notes. Or really I talk and she scribbles down on a piece of paper. I was a third class citizen so she keeps it simple.
Ezra: You never shut up! All I hear behind me is yap yap yap from you.
Andrew: Like you have right to talk.

(Thank you for the sorting algorithm of deadness comment...I might have died of...I dunno....Shock or something otherwise.
It is not a bad thing that you feel no remorse for characters- They aren't real technically...)
Riddle: you know- when you talk to the toast it sounds like you have some kind of "Crazy" disease.
August: Ghost.
Riddle: That's what I said.
August: (Eyeroll.)But so you guys...(looking at Liz and Ezra) Do you guys do magic and stuff?
Riddle: HOW COME EVERYONE ELSE GETS COOL POWERS? (Somewhat upset.)
T.Mor: You're immortal. That's a power.
Riddle: Pretty lame power...I could be doing magic or FLYING...(Somewhat irritated.)
T.Mor: Easy for you to say.

Ezra: I'm pretty good at it...but Liz is still learning.
Andrew: That's a nice way to put it.
Ezra: She kinda cast a spell that made Andrew alive and me a ghost... and I almost disappeared out of existance.
Andrew: ...

Peter: Actually, Riddle, you are going to be getting cool powers. You and T.Mor both. You're going to become bonders, remember?

Liz: You can make people bonders?
Ezra: *mutters* Just keep Riddle away from anything sharp or pointy...
Andrew: Far away...

Riddle: Hey! you seem to be implying that I'd go on a mass-murdering rampage through the streets or something!
T.Mor: You would.
Riddle: Oh...Yeah. (Snaps back to conversation.) I'm going to get cool powers? WHICH ONES? I want the Shoop-Da-Whoop power. I want to FIRE LAZERS! From my face!
T.Mor: Tha's an urban legend. You will not beable to fire face lazers.(Calmly.)
August: No merlin...But you have Shoop-Da Whoop. Figures.

Ezra: Im not re,ated to mer,in im related to morgana or Morgan La Fay.
Andrew: Shoop- Da Whoop?
Liz: How do yo make people bonders?

August: I don't even know who that is...Sorry. (Looks genuinely apologetic.)
T.Mor: Erm...I think we go touch the centre of the universe or something...Peter knows all the technicalities.

Andrew: Wow.
Liz: Wouldn't you die?
Ezra: Keep riddile FAR away from any sharp objects she could bring back....

Riddle: I love how you think it's just sharp objects that tickle my fancy. (Dangerously.) I mean...technically saran wrap and enough water could be lethal if you tried hard enough.
T.Mor: Somebody snuck into a few too many guard trainings...(Amused.) I dunno about us dying or not...Like I said you have to ask Peter.

Andrew: *raises eyebrow* like we said far...away....
Liz: Have you guys known eachother long...you and peter I mean?
Ezra: You know...they never asked us the couple question...
Andrew: *angry* DO YOU REALLY WANT TO BRING THAT UP?!
Ezra: ...Yeah...i do.

T.Mor: We've known eachother about a week, I guess...Riddle and I fell through an electrical closet in our universe and landed in some wierd place--
Riddle: IT HAD A BRICK. WHAT A MARVELOUS BRICK IT WAS. But, sadly not flammable.
T.Mor: Right. There was a brick....And that's where we met Peter.
Riddle: He couldn't set the brick on fire either. (Seriously.) Then T.Mor killed it...And it was gone. In a field.
T.Mor: You wanted to go live out eternity setting a brick on fire! (Indignantly.)What was I suppoused to do?
Riddle: Let me. (As though that was the obvious answer.)
T.Mor: Uhh...No.
Riddle: (Changing subject.) You know when you all talk to the toast it's REALLY wierd...Like I'm missing a whole half of the conversation or something...We should sort that out...And why do you all seem so eager to discuss shipping?
T.Mor: The vocab word is ghost Riddle...

Andrew: I AM NOT A TOAST!!!!
Ezra: Oh but we do want to disscuss that...
Andrew: No WE DON'T!!!

(Just so everyone knows, I will be out of town with no internet access until wednesday night. Goin' on college tours! So, see you when I get back! )

Riddle: Seems to me like a pretty open and shut discussion though...Either there's some sort of crazy love dodecahedron happening...or there's not. (Yes, everything is this black and white to her.)
T.Mor: In our universe, prying into your personal lives is something that should only be done by the REPO man...Although this may have been brought on by everyone dying...But still.
August: Shut up- I want to hear the drama. We have drama where I come from.