Yes, you can call me Rosy. I think Katydid started that :)

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Did I do this right? Well, this is Elisha. Rip 2016

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And this is Katara. So sad!

Thank you! I really like how you portrayed Roselyn when she was..er...deadish! Her thoughts were on point! Lol

Thank you, Katy :D

Also l feel like l butchered this.....Ah well. It's late. l need to sleep. 

Cammwren~

l feel the need to say something, to feel up this overshadowing silence that has gaped up towering over us. But there are only so many words that you can, most of them meaningless noises, crude ways of expressing of what is really inside of you. Words have never been enough, words where never good enough. 

She was kneeling there, in the center of the room, blood dripping down her side, shoulders slumped, as if she had too carry the weigh of the world and now it has come crashing down. Her face is wet with raw, grating emotion, but the tears do not come on anymore. She simply starts on ahead, eyes fixed on some distant point, over Elisha's body, sending one final good bye, like a stone cold statue  taking a vigilant watch until the dawn.  it creeps on me, is odd realization. Katara loved her sister. For all that Elisha had done to her, she still loved her, for some days gone by, for some happy golden days, despite all of this, she still loves her.  

Elisha was't good, we all knew that, but like the rest of us, she was human, and as that she still did have some good in her. l think that l had saw a rare bit of that goodness, when she said that she has liked me. It's strange though, the way humans react to things. The strange bond of sisters, over all of those years and all of that pain. Humans are strange.

The few other people gathered in the room slowly drift away, apparently Evil doesn't like highly emotional displays.

And there l am left, alone with a more or less insane girl and a dead body. l want to tell her, l'm sorry, but what would that do? Sorry for what? They are just meaningless words. They can't reach her, they can't help her. 

Her head doesn't turn as l walk towards her, l feel slightly nervous as if all of that raw, wild emotion inside her would suddenly lash out to whomever is nearest, namely me. But no, she is lost in another world.

"Katara."

My voice is hesitant, my words stumbling  uncertainly. She doesn't respond.

"l wanted to tell you something about your sister...."

This is awkward. How could've l know more of Elisha then Katara had? Here it is, the revolution of the world, and here l am, speaking in memory of a monster. How fitting, don't you think?

Katarafixes me with a dull, glassy eyed stare, her head tilted slightly in acknowledgement of my presence, limp hair falling over her face. She looks like a painting, frozen in time, with a pain in her eyes that no one could ever reach or understand. 

There are no words in her now, they have all gone off. l wonder what she feels right now. A mix of raging emotions, like a river that has flooded over it's banks but receded, leaving only a muddy trickle of water and chaos behind. The storm has passed, and now there is simply....nothing. Only a dull shadow of what was once. There is nothing a an impression of the rage, and we can only remember with regret. 

"She wasn't evil, not truly at heart. l don't any of us really are. What she did was justified by her point of view. l think we all tend to do that, weather it is really right or wrong. She said that she had liked me, though highly of me. One of the better things, she did see the best in people."

Well's that lovely and all, Camm, but how is this actually doing something at all? 

"l'm trying to stay that....well, you can't forget, never forget, but you have to move on. That's what we hardly ever do. You need to look to the dawn."

She gives me an odd look, but says nothing. 

"This is the revolution of the world. EVIL, for all that it has done, for all that it stands for, is changing the world. Maybe it's not exactly what this world needs, l know that. But this world needs change, before something far worse comes along. This is why l stand with them. For revolution. For moving on. We are for the future. Never forget, but move on. The world needs to move on."

I did the thing too.

CONGRATULATIONS TO ALL MEMBERS OF THE EVIL'S REVENGE RP!!! IT IS NOW THE LONGEST ROLEPLAY ON THE INKWELL!!! You have officially beaten the record of Hermione's Magic RP, and the numbers of replies continue to grow. 

Yay! We are fabulous! Everybuggy here is simply fabulous, and amazing, and talented, and most of all dedicated! We are the ones who have stayed till the end and even Cocklebur, who helps get us up and running while we had a small gap, is just as dedicated!

Now, I have a proposition for y'all.

After this....

Would you like to start another roleplay?

Don't say no yet, it won't be a continuation of this one.

But it shall be slightly similar. I've been brainstorming for a little while now, but I won't get into too many details. Basically we are simply kids again, 11-13, and going to a private boarding school. When, suddenly, one day alarms go off, and we are gathered into a room, blaaa blaaa blaaa. Our teachers are spies! And we need to help them defeat the infiltrating enemy.

If that makes any sense! Feel free to not go along with it, Cx 

OHMYGANDALDIFOUNDTHISAMAZINGTHINGOUT!!!

AYAS SPIES? THE ORIGINAL SPY THREAD?

*takes deep breath*

IT WAS STARTED ON MAY 20TH!!! WE LITERALLY ARE LESS THEN TWO MONTHS AWAY FROM ROLEPLAYING THIS ROLEPLAY FOR A YEAR!!!! AHAHAHHAHAHA!

*Takes another deep breath*

And that is six days after my birthday too ^-^

Also, Shadow, that was really good actually! Thank you for not calling me impatient or a jerk or something or other.

(Or or or or or...ect)

Peace, Potatoes, and God bless! 

Katara~

I stared up at Cammwren. I could see his face: understand his words. But I didn't want to.

He spoke, and I withheld my tears as I listened, but my body ached with the sobs.

She was a person too, he explained. Pain rushed through my body like a broken dam, and I recalled my lost soul. I had !murdered my sister, not a monster. She was human too. There was no forgiveness what I had done. Before, it was simply supposed to be her fault I had murdered all those people.

It was my fault I had left Mason, but I didn't murder him.

Cammwren was there before me, a complete traitor to AYA. I didn't mind that now. His mindless explanation had barely registered in my sorrow racked head, and I pulled myself up, my legs shaky and wobbling.

I glared him down and opened my mouth to speak, but my walls tumbled down again and my words came out in heavy sobs. "Y-you're...right." Gasping, I looked away, trying to hide the onslaught of tears. "She was human." I completely broke at that moment, and human seemed like little more then pained sob.

"But I killed her!" I collapsed once again to my knees, hurrying my head in my hands. My whole body shook with e uncontrollable sobs.

I glanced up at him with my wild, tearful eyes and strewn face. "Why didn't you stop me?" I asked, resting my hands in my lap.

I stared at the deadly weapons attatched to my body, coated in dry blood. I probably had blood on my face too.

"Why didn't you stop me!" I repeated between a mournful sob, staring up at him with my fear-striken face. I let out a scream, pulling myself into a miniscule ball. I didn't care for this answer.

He said that Elisha had liked him, right? Why didn't he save her!? Why did he let me murder her!

Why did I let myself murder her....

Even my thoughts were shaky and filled with sobs as I tried to hide from the world, in my own little space. Where I could shake, scream, and sob as much as I wanted too.

But there were still people out there.

And I sobbed.