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DWJ Roleplay #2!!!
I think the...

I think the other one is getting too long. So here's number two!

So, START!!!

((Holly, you got the fox idea from me.))

submitted by Martia/Lettie Fisher, age 9/11, Guess. Where. I
(April 23, 2009 - 5:25 pm)

back to the Blab about Books

((Oy. I disappear for a day or two, and my cousin gets kidnapped. What a world....))

submitted by Pippa/Aliza, age 13, Chrestomanci Ca
(May 9, 2009 - 9:42 am)

((He he. Yes. Holly was angry and Drake came back!! I'm sorry, though. I hadn't read the whole post(yours) I should have asked first. But pleaase???? I want to see some excitement!!))

((PPPPPPPPLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!))

submitted by Myrella, age 13, Somewhere u don
(May 9, 2009 - 10:02 am)

Uh, Holly? I don't like being kidnapped. Or something or other. But that would be a nice scene, because my magical pocketwatch could get me out of there...... But Holly, next time, why don't you make just yourself being kidnapped! And anyway, why do I have to be kidnapped. Sooo, can you erase me being kidnapped, and make yourself be kidnapped, and not me? I've gotten bored of getting kidnapped. And who is this "Drake" person.

submitted by Lettie Fisher, age 11/10<-!!!, Chrestomanci Ca
(May 9, 2009 - 10:28 am)

Um, Holly, if I give you these, *box of stone wheat thins* and this, *cherry flavoured ring pop*, will you get me out of kidnaping? And for extra, this*grape ring pop*?

submitted by Lettie Fisher, age 11/10<-!!!, Chrestomanci Ca
(May 9, 2009 - 10:32 am)

((Ok, Lettie wasn't kiddnapped! Gimme! *grabs* munchmunchmunchmunch. ...munch..... munch...yum.))

Lettie suddenly escaped from the trance and jump back though the window , just in time.

submitted by Myrella, age 13, Somewhere w/ Dr
(May 10, 2009 - 8:33 pm)

((But if you've been kidnapped, it'll be harder for you to post, and also the prophecy says we need the help of both Lettie and you to complete the quest. Who is "Drake" anyway? The evil person in an rp is important enough that we should work it out together. Don't worry! I promise we'll get plenty of excitement soon. I've been stewing over the quest a bit in my sad non-posting streak here, and during this break in rushing about, I'll put forward my ideas. For some reason I keep getting this picture of all four of us walking through a dark, cobwebbed maze made of stone, underground, with the only light being a witch-light that one of us conjured, searching for something....I hope no one's character is incredibly claustrophobic? Then again, I also want broom-riding late at night over forests (Lori and I can make Lettie and Myrella brooms) and perhaps something to do with an ocean and water nymphs. SOMEBODY has to like one of those things, and if nobody does, or we all like all of the above, then we can either figure out something else or fit it all in. What say you?))

submitted by Aliza/Pippa, age 13, Chrestomanci Ca
(May 11, 2009 - 10:56 am)

((Enh. "Drake" is an evile character that Holly drags in to kidnap everybody and take to the dungeons of the evil fortress to be tortured. He always falls in love with Holly's character, always has pale-as-death skin, always has black hair with fire-red tips, and HE ALWAYS ANNOYS ME! Gah. I like all of the ideas, Aliza!))

 

Loreli looked at Pippa and Lettie, shocked. "Myrella-what was that about?!", she said incoherently. They looked at her quizzically. "Never mind," she said, and headed back to the study where the Chrestomancis, Mr Saunders, and Mordecai Roberts were, glancing behind her every other step to make sure they were still there. When they got there, all four men looked at us. She  could almost hear them wondering where Myrella was. she hurriedly explained and asked them if Pippa and I could be excused. They waved the three girls away, and as the girls walked back out the door they had just ran into, Loreli could hear them murmuring among themselves, trying to figure out how to rescue Myrella. Loreli waved Lettie back to the playroom and rushed up the stairs to her and Pippa's room, pulling Pippa impatiently. "I need to show you something, Pippa!", she gasped as soon as she closed the door behind her. She pulled something out from under her bed. It was the prophecy scroll. She waved it in Pippa's face. "I noticed it this morning, but didn't realise it untill just now!", she panted. "Look! Where it used to say: 'Good Luck, now it says: Look In The Boxes!" Pippa stared. "It does! But, what boxes?", she added. Loreli grabbed her hand and pulled her sideways through the corner. "The hut, of course!", she yelled as she did so. She ran through the valleys to the one that held the little woods and meadow with the little hut, pulling Pippa alongside her. She dived for a crack in the side of the valley, and suddenly they were inside the hut/mansion. She went straight to her room and looked in her closet, instucting Pippa to look in hers. Sure enough, they both found a box in the far corners of their closet, Loreli's dark blue, and Pippa's dark green. They hauled the boxes back down to the library to inspect the boxes and their contents. Loreli opened hers, and her mouth opened in a little o-shape when she saw what was written on the inside of the lid. It read: "The Daughter of Nine Moons is reborn in you, a battle unfought goes on in you, a hope for the future and the past. The Nine Moons live again. You must suceed, or the worlds will plunge into darkness." She looked inside the box itself, pondering the meaning of those words. Everything in the box was a dark midnight blue. There was a backpack, a spell-scrip, a magical flashlight-y sort of device, and all the other kinds of things you would need in quests, and all of them were dark midnight blue. I looked at Pippa and saw that she had the exact same equipment as I did, exept in mossy greens.

 

((hehehe Pippa what's your lid say?))

submitted by Loreli C/Jenni, age 13, Chrestomanci Ca
(May 11, 2009 - 2:56 pm)

((I sorry! I should have asked you first, but I didn't think. I sorry! Oh, I just got the Warriors Book: Sunrise!!!! I am also sorry, but I couldn't make it to the recital...))

 

Myrella blinked open her eyes. She was in (drum roll.... (he he)) a dank, dark dungeon. No, wait. It wasn't a dungeon, her hazy mind told her. She was in a bedroom, sleeping in a chair. It was just dark. Hmm. She fumbled for the light switch, but there wasn't one. Hmm. I wonder.... She gasped, and yelled out, "DRAKE!!!!!!!!!!!" 

(he he) 

submitted by Myrella, age 13, Somewhere
(May 11, 2009 - 6:02 pm)

((How would Myrella know this Drake person already? And she wouldn't know what a light-switch was, if she's from Pippa's world.))

submitted by Aliza/Pippa, age 13, the Hut in the
(May 12, 2009 - 9:43 am)

((Ho-hum. We're the same goddess, right? Okeydokey.))

The moss-green box lay open in my hands, the satchel and odd, round thing that smelled of light-calling magic and several other things lying next to me. At the very bottom of the box (which held more than it seemed to, just as the hut I was in did) were shimmery gold letters in a swirly script: "The goddess who is no more, is again. The nine moons' light is swelling. Light and dark has merged into one, silence and sound creates one clear tone. Questing for questing is folly no more, and folly is falling from future to past. When the Legend was finished, she was broken in two, and the Cat only knows--" here the writing stopped, and I stared in it in wonder, trying to figure out where the rest could be. I glanced up to the bottom of the raised lid, where I knew there had been no writing before. There, how ever, now glittered three mocking words, which seemed to state that whatever had written all this had a sense of humor. The writing finished: "--what to do." I almost laughed, if I wasn't so frustrated. I hated poem-like things that were mysteries. I could never figure them out in books. I glanced at Lori, who appeared to have roughly the same things in dark blue, but a different message, and in silver shimmery writing, rather than gold. I had a feeling no pen had made the writing. "What could it mean?" I asked slowly, rather entranced by the writing. "And look at this little thing. It must bring light. How clever!" At the word "light" the sphere lit up, a pleasent greenish light. I suspected that Lori's would be blue. Whatever had planned us to find all this certainly liked color-coding. ((I don't want our kind of flashlights--not enough magic ;-p )) 
submitted by Pippa/Aliza, age 13, the Hut
(May 11, 2009 - 4:56 pm)

((Ok, then scratch the part from the lightstitch to Drake, please. I sorry!!))

submitted by Myrella, age 13, Somewhere
(May 12, 2009 - 4:13 pm)

((no, they just thought we were the same goddess. We're actually not the godess(es?) that Harmony, Troy, and Haley thought we were, we're two seperate godesses reborn. Twin godesses, you see? I'm the Daughter of the Nine Moons, hence my blue stuff, while Pippa is something like "The Princess of the Trees" or something like that, thus the green. Sorry for not saying so earlier.))

 

Loreli and Philippa stared at each other in amazement. "Do you think-" they said at the same time, and Loreli burst out laughing. "Yes, I think. What does your box say? Mine says some stuff about a Daughter of the Nine Moons and a battle unfought." she said somberly, calming down suddenly. Pippa looked equally grim. "And mine says stuff like that, exept it says 'Princess of Trees' instead." (Aliza, you can change the 'Princess of Trees thing to whatever, I'm just using it as a place-filler for the moment.) The two girls looked at each other, thinking. "Well, maybe that explains something.", said Loreli suddenly. Pippa jumped, startled out of her reverie. "What does it explain, then?", she asked. "Why my hair is so dark and yours is lighter, I think." explained Lori. Pippa nodded slowly. "That has a certain logic to it." she said wryly. Loreli grinned. "Thanks, I try to be logical as often as I can." she remarked. "Let's go for a fly and puzzle this out. Also, I want to find out if those broom saddles are as comfy as they look!" Colour coded. I wonder why? Loreli wondered as she grabbed the small broom saddle and headed for her 'broom closet' (haha really) to get the brooms.

 

((Again, Aliza, you can change the "Princess of Trees" thing to what ever you want. It's just a place-filler. Oh, and if it's rather lame, blame it on my headache.))

submitted by Loreli Chant/Jenni, age 12.5, Nowhere
(May 12, 2009 - 4:23 pm)

((AAAAAHH!!!! I'M BEHIND AGAIN!!!!!! OH NOOOOOOOO!!!!!! I SHALL DIE OF HORROR AND SADNESS!!!! OH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! I'M BEHIND AGAIN!!!!! I HAVE TO CATCH UP WITH YOU!!!! IT'S NOT RIIIIIGHT!!!!!! *sob sob sob sob sob sniff sniff* *WAAAAAAAH*)) ((That, was my fantastic drama.)) ((so sorry for the weirdness, I'll try an' catch up with you now, AGAIN...))

Here goes!!!

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All of the sudden Myrella went in to a trance. I glanced at her nerveously. Pippa and Loreli noticed it too, and the weird guys just kept on 'yada yada yada blah blah blah yada yada yada' ing, and Myrella stood up, obviously intending to go somewhere. "What are you doing?"asked one of the weird guys. "Restroom," said Myrella, and headed out the door. The moment we all were sure she had closed the door, we rushed out behind her. We stampeded down the hallway, and we finally found the door which she was behind. It was locked, so someone used a spell to unseal it. We dashed in, and looked. She was stepping onto a floating platform looking thing, and already on it, was a man at least sixteen, and sinister-looking. He had black hair, which on the tips of his hair, was blood-red. He was wearing all black, and his skin was what you would call white, almost. I instantly realized he used black magic, for I just somehow knew, all of the sudden. I had a glimpse of a thought that it might have something to do with my pocketwatch, when Myrella stepped fully onto the platform. Then the black-magic-user, whatever his name was, started pulling us too. I was right about him being a black magic user, though. And it was strong. I put up my strongest defenses, and concentrated. I never was a perfectionist on shields against other magics. He was pulling me in, and then, all of the sudden, I tripped on the hem of my dress, losing my concentration. I would have screamed, out of frustration and terror, but he had a trance on me before I hit the ground. I groaned inwardly. I felt my feet moving me on to the platform. At least he couldn't control my mind, just my magic. But that was bad enough. I was wondering what I could do, when I thought of my pocketwatch. Time to see if it's really magical, I thought. I closed my eyes and concentrated hard on the thought of my pocketwatch floating through the air, and sending magefire at him, unnoticed. I squeezed my eyelids tighter, and willed it to happen. I opened my eyes, and lo! the pocketwatch was floating in middair, just as I had willed it to! It turned slightly, turning it's clock face towards him, and I felt a twinge of doubt. I hadn't willed it to to that. My doubts went away as quickly as a flash as I saw that it had turned to aim the magefire from the clockface. The magefire was golden and as quick as lightning. I came out of the trance, and leapt off the platform, snatching the pocketwatch, flinching a little as I expected it to be hot. But it was nearly as cold as ice, just as usual. Dark-magic-user, or whatever his name would be, flashed a gleaming smile, and vanished, taking Myrella with her. All that there was left of dark-magic-user -- or whatever his name was -- was a piece of paper that read:

The two prophets that I seek, must come find me in five less than a week.
To see their friends ever again, come find us by the strike of ten.
Trade yourself for your friends, they will see the true daylight again.
Find my castle by 10 o'clock on Wednesday, or they will perish in all arrays? 

Thank you girls. I hope this clears things up.


Drake

 

So the dark-magic-user, or whatever his name was -- hey, it said Drake there!  -- had tranlocated back to his castle, apperently.

"Myrella-what was that about?!" said Loreli in a hoarse shocked whisper. I looooked at her, because I was going to say that.

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I'll stop here, so the post isn't X-tra X-tra loooooong.

submitted by Lettie F., age 11, Chrestomanci Ca
(May 12, 2009 - 6:13 pm)

((OK, scratch the part about the nine moons, and replace it with "the Song of the Trees has returned." Funny, I was going to put something like that in, in the first place. Maybe we have telepathy? ;););) ))

We ran to the broom closet ((oh my. That's--that's rich.)) and opened the doors. I felt another thrill of happiness as I laid eyes on my wonderful broom. In seconds, we were outside. It seemed that you could alter the saddle to match what you were most comfortable with, riding-wise: it could be shaped to make riding sidesaddle more comfortable, or riding astride it, like a horse, more comfy (and you definitely needed all the cushioning you could get, if you rode that way!) or riding along the broom handle easier. I chose the last, as I had discovered I could balance the best (and control the sometimes alarmingly willful broom) that way. Once settled, we took to the skies, where we could just see the bottom of the carpet of clouds. With an alarming tilt, my broom jumped sharply upwards and I found myself flying in the midst of one of them. Then, with another jump, we were above, wheeling above the clouds, as I looked down on a new landscape. I found myself laughing with the joy of it, as Lori came to hover next to me. Then my broom dove and swept around hairpin corners, herding little tufts of clouds and making me dizzy by going round and round a giant one. Finally, with a stern tug, I brought it to bay so that I hovered again with Lori. "I know what this little demon's name is." I said, though I hadn't even been thinking about it until I said that; "Cloudchaser is the only fit name for such a speedy stick" (here Cloudchaser bucked gently at being called a stick) "and so Cloudchaser it shall be. I don't think you would have taken anything else, would you." It was not a question.
((Thanks for putting up with my self-indulgence over broom flying. I've been wanting to write something like that for a while! Oh, and Jenni, I've finished reading "Fire and Hemlock" and re-reading "Witch Week!" I was a little confused at the end of the former. Then again, with DWJ, you can hardly excpect any less. ;););) Anyhoo, I definitely enjoyed it!!! ))
submitted by Aliza/Pippa, age 13, on Cloudchaser
(May 12, 2009 - 6:51 pm)

((haha you mean how the car was on top of the rose bushes? Big red tomato named Guido! and maybe we do have a telepathic connection, sometimes you say the exact same thing as I was just about to post, and I'm like, "Whoa!" haha))

submitted by Loreli Chant/Jenni, age 13, the woods
(May 13, 2009 - 12:31 pm)
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