"Ghostbusters. That's what."
"Ghostbusters. That's what."
"Okay then..." she replied, not knowing very much about the Ghostbusters. "They'd be pretty interested in seeing Mallory, huh?"
A pessimist is not someone who sees the glass of water as half-empty. A pessimist is someone who suspects it of being poisoned and dumps it out, then notes that the glass is empty in a disappointed way.
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"Not really. It would just be another everyday thing, like a teacher seeing students."
OOC: I just noticed something. After nearly 8 months, I just now realized it. It's kind of obvious, in hindsight.
"...Yeah, I suppose so."
OOC: What's that?
A pessimist is not someone who sees the glass of water as half-empty. A pessimist is someone who suspects it of being poisoned and dumps it out, then notes that the glass is empty in a disappointed way.
Pokemon Black Friend Code: 0905-5347-0289
OOC: Every Merge anyone has ever had is either easily recognizable as partly human or of humanoid build. We have never had a, say, primarily draconian Merge. Everyone looks at least slightly human. But I am not going to focus on that. I am saving my fourth slot for a houseplant.

OOC: ...Aaaaaanyway, I'm back. Houseplants, huh?
"I found Mallory. We just need to make some... arrangements. And I need you, Ms Ernestine, to do it."
OOC: Yes. No legs, rooted in a pot, internally, mostly plant, kinda-stiff branch-arms, blah, blah...

OOC: Sounds like something out of Harry Potter. (See what I did there?)
OOC: Hmm. Well, I'd best be off. I have Latin today.

OOC: My mom can't afford for me to go to Latin...
OOC: It isn't costing my family anything, as far as I know.
Also, I require a highbrow, sophisticated, and upperclass-sounding surname. You know, past the point where people stop giggling and substitute concise chuckles.

OOC: Different country, different rules.Do any of those work?
OOC: Perhaps.
PokeLegend, we'll get to you in a bit. I need to figure out how before we can.
I opened my eyes for the first moment in weeks (months?). As I began to move, I see I am in a room full of electronics and metal; I'm locked up in a cell filled with a questionable liquid. I see no one's around.
So they're just going to make me leave. After all they've done to me and how they forced me to remain with them as though I was their personal toy, they just choose to abandon me. No one's even looking after me; they just left.
I was awake throughout everything; I don't know whether they knew or not, or if they wouldn't even bother to use sedatives or they simply didn't work. Whatever; I know what I need, what to do, and how to look after myself, so I don't even care about how they may have planned to just leave me in this prison forever. I'm tearing it open.
OOC: It is rare for first-person to be used outside of speech in an RP. I wanted to point that out.
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