- Kat -

I'd like to go to a midnight show of Rocky Horror 8D But I'd want to go with somebody who knows all the moves so I didn't look like an idiot.

DOOD MW O: *attach* I haven't seen you in forever. Anyways, my favorite musicals: The oldschool Disney movies (do those count?) I saw the broadway version of Beauty and the Beast when it came through, so that counts at least. Thoroughly Modern Millie (seen the movie and the Broadway show) Chicago (only seen the movie) Hairspray (only seen the movie) Cats (don't hate me, it's nostalgic to me XD my friend had a tape of the Broadway show) Wicked (just saw it a couple weeks ago, omg it was amazing) The Rocky Horror Picture Show (my mom and I used to do the Time Warp together XD) Repo! The Genetic Opera Singin' In the Rain Meet Me In St. Louis Grease (the movie and the live show)

Joe Satriani is really cool! Wicked, Meat Loaf, Bonnie Tyler, Streets of Fire, The Fratellis, and Rocky Horror are the "traditional" CDs my mom and I listen to when we go on long car rides. Satriani is listened to during computering, writing, drawing, and sewing.

You've been had by Norwegians. Good day to you sir.

The second chapter is done! I'm just waiting for my mom proofreader to read it over before I post it.

Well if the peeps were from Norway then they're probably used to a lot colder weather than what the US was getting. AND ARKCHER COULDN'T LOOK LIKE WIMP IN FRONT OF THE NORWEGIANS D:

Wicked Soundtrack and Meat Loaf's Bat Out of #### albums =3 That's what my mom and I always listen to on long car rides.

Happy New Year, guys! Mine was spent eating delicious cookies, talking with old friends, and blowing stuff up =3 So I hope everybody had an equally awesome time!

Merry Birthmases, you guys!

XD But now things will be expected of meeeee

XD Once an artistic mood strikes me, I kinda wanna draw that.

...*continues to roll along with the pin-tac weed* @______@ Whoooooo

*paws at the tumbleweed* o.o *pounce*

*lurklurklur-* Wha? >_> Lurking? Me? Never.

Haha, my mom was so excited XD She was one of the 13-year-old girls that was in love with him back in the day, so she's been rooting for him to the whole time. I wanted either him or Kelly to win, and they both go to the final 3 so I was happy.

He did on Dancing With the Stars XD

HEY I AM NOT DEAD. I just moved. Between Fest, college prep, and moving, there's been a lot going on irl that kept me from the internet. But now that most of that is mostly over, I plan on being back more regularly! In the interest of sharing some of my recent experiences, I'ma copy/paste from another site. Mostly because I don't feel like typing it out again. So here we goooo. Nothing much has happened since then, just chilling in the new house. Mom and I did jigs of happiness that Donny Osmond won Dancing With the Stars tonight. We were also really pulling for Kelly, but I was fine with either of them winning.

Now that the whole moving thing is over, I plan to start writing again, so the second chapter will be up soon!

[PEEPS I WILL DO THIS LIKE THIS WEEK OKAY.]

XDDDDDD the squirrel just looks so happy to see it

Chapter 2 is in production! XD

I just noticed they weren't working o___o Maybe two posts would be a good idea...

Mmkay, so this is something I've been working on off and on for a while now. Magical girl genre story where the theme is LOLITA 8D Chapter 1 It was raining, like always. The drops beat against the large classroom windows relentlessly, the only sound to be heard besides the occasional rustle of a turning page. A girl sat by one of the windows, reading by the cold, grey light. As usual, she had stayed behind while her teacher and fellow students went out to the commons for lunch. She preferred the quiet solitude. The silence was broken, though, as the first group of students wandered back into the room, chattering and turning on the overhead florescent lights. Ophelia glanced up at them before returning to her book, but couldn’t help overhearing their conversation. The topic of discussion caught her attention. “Before this, it was only disappearances, the authorities were thinking kidnappings,” the police chief’s son explained as the group pushed their desks together in a cluster. “People would just be there one day, gone the next. There was no trail, evidence, anything. And no connection at all between the missing people.” “And then that body turned up,” a girl shuddered. “And they think it’s related to the disappearances?” “Some do. The only similarity is that there was no sort of evidence to be found. The body was only found by chance. But the really weird part, though,” the boy said thoughtfully, “is that they have no idea how this guy died. Even after the autopsy, there was no sign of injury or natural cause. No blood loss, no poison, no illness, no organ failure. A perfectly healthy man just up and died and showed up in a dumpster with no sign of how he got there.” The group separated again as the teacher entered. Ophelia closed her book and returned to her desk, thinking about what she’d just heard. The disappearances had been on the news lately, and she’d caught a snippet about the discovered body on the radio before school. Dirge City had always had a seedy underbelly, but it had been a while since there was anything as big as this. Fifteen missing people in less than two months, and now a mysterious death. A lot of people were really getting worried. Her thoughts were interrupted when Mrs. Watson called the class into order, directing their attention to the tests that were being passed back. Ophelia scanned the sheet half-heartedly, the rain still pounding against the windows ** It surprised Ophelia to see her father’s car waiting in the parking lot once school got out. As she sloshed through the numerous puddles, the father in question, Jonathan Owen, looked up from his cell phone just in time to unlock the door for her. She slid into the seat and quickly folded her umbrella to avoid the drizzle. “Hey, dad,” she greeted, her voiced puzzled. “Hello,” he responded as they pulled out into the street. He glanced at her. “Something wrong?” “Just wondering why I wasn’t taking the train home like normal.” Jonathan’s brow wrinkled slightly. “I take you home sometimes.” “Rarely. Does this have anything to do with the disappearances?” “It might.” Ophelia sack back and sighed. She supposed she understood why her parents would worry, but dad couldn’t leave work every day like this. “Dad, I’d be fine. There’s plenty of people on the train and on the walk home, somebody would see if I suddenly disappeared.” “Or, one of them could be the kidnapper,” Jonathan retorted. “You know, there’s no actual evidence that there even is a kidnapper, or a killer, for that matter,” Ophelia said evenly. “There haven’t been any trails or signs of struggle anywhere.” “That doesn’t mean we can’t take a few extra precautions,” her father replied, his tone indicating that the discussion was over. But Ophelia wasn’t done yet. “This isn’t going to be a regular thing, is it?” she pressed. “It’s really so unnecessary, and your boss is such a tighta-“ “Ophelia Alexandria,” Jonathan said in a warning tone. “That is not your problem. If your mother and I decide to have you picked up after school for a while, then that’s what’s going to happen.” Ophelia frowned and pressed further back in the chair. He was going to get in trouble at work for nothing. “I know you don’t like feeling like people are fussing over you,” her dad said in a more gentle tone. “You’re 14 years old, you want to take care of yourself. But when it comes to your safety, your mom and I are always going to worry and do what we think is best for you. If you ever have kids, you’ll understand. We just want you to be safe.” Ophelia stayed pulled back in her seat, but her frown slowly disappeared. It was hard to stay frustrated at that, even if she did dislike talking about such sentimental things. The rest of the short drive went by in silence. Jonathan reminded Ophelia to let the new Rottweiler puppy, Zeus, outside before he pulled out again. “Hey, dog,” Ophelia greeted as the puppy jumped and barked once she came through the door. He followed her through the house to the bad door, where she hooked him onto a lead and let him tear outside. They’d discovered through experience that there were several holes in the fence the puppy could wriggle through. Ophelia wandered back into the kitchen, grinning slightly as she passed the refrigerator plastered with her A and A+ tests. She frequently got such grades, she always, had, but that didn’t stop her mom from slapping her papers up with a magnet like each A was a rare and treasured phenomena that needed to be recognized. Ophelia opened said refrigerator to dig around for sandwich fixings, and was soon sitting at the table with a late lunch. Just as she was about to take a bit, Zeus began to yelp frantically from the yard. He always barked at squirrels and the like, but he never sounded so urgent. Frowning with concern, Ophelia got up and hurried to the back door, peeking out around the blinds. Zeus was still barking wildly, but there was nothing there. It was because he’d tangled himself around a large tree in the middle of the yard. “Idiot,” Ophelia muttered, sliding out the door to go rescue him. He jumped forward against his lead as she approached, not ceasing his yelping. Ignoring him, Ophelia looked up into the tree as a bird landed on a branch. Maybe that’s what was driving Zeus so cra- “Whoa!” Ophelia’s arms flew out in front of her as she tripped over something, but her hand slid through the wet grass and she still landed on her face. She cursed loudly into the ground before pushing herself up onto her knees and looking around to see what she’d tripped over. All she saw was grass. She scowled. She’d distinctly felt her foot get caught in some sort of solid loop, but there wasn’t anything like that in sight, even Zeus’s leash was stretched out a few feet to her left. Not being particularly clumsy, she didn’t often fall over on her own, but…that must have been what had happened. Zeus was still barking and struggling against the lead, so Ophelia picked herself up, brushed off what mud and wet grass she could, and went to unhook him. As soon as the puppy was loose, he scrambled towards the stack of firewood against the fence and began to dig furiously. “What is your problem?!” Ophelia called, jogging over and scooping the puppy up. She whined as she carried him back into the house. “I appreciate your concern,” Ophelia said idly as she whipped off his muddy paws, “But not every squirrel, rabbit, and bird is plotting our untimely demise. ** At 12:30 that night, Ophelia was soundly asleep. The evening had progressed like normal. Three hours after Ophelia had come home, her mother and father arrived. An hour after that, her older sister came home from her evening classes. Dinner, homework, and then bed. Ophelia had fallen asleep quickly, entering a strange dream involving a blurred black figure sucking people up off the street around her, but all she could think of was finding out what was in the wood pile. And now someone was tapping on the storefront window beside her. …No…wait…that was actually happening. Ophelia sleepily opened her eyes, still hearing something rap on her window sharply. She rolled to her feet and shuffled over, turning on her nearby desk light to see what it was. However, as soon as she got near, the tapping stopped. Upon looking out the window, Ophelia only saw the street below. Grumbling darkly, she turned the light out and headed back to bed. As soon as she was turned around, the tapping began again, this time even more insistent. Ophelia turned back around with a growl, switched the light back on, and looked out the window again. Nothing. The tapping had stopped. She unlocked the window and pushed it open, leaning out and looking below her and to either side. It had to be a bird or something, she was on the second story and there was nothing to stand on outside. Her search proving fruitless, she shut and locked the window again and turned around to turn the light back out. She jumped back into the wall and gave a sharp gasp. A snake was curled up on the foot of her bed. It raised its head from the coil, weaving curiously. In the soft light, she could see it wasn’t a snake, after all. It did have emerald green scales and a long, legless body, but its head was topped with pointed ears and twisting horns, and from the sides of its snout hung long whisker…things. “Hello, Ophelia” it said simply. Ophelia scrambled back against the wall with a long string of faint, incomprehensible noises. She didn’t yet have the mental capacity to scream. “I was afraid something like this would happen,” the creature muttered without moving its mouth. “Please, calm down, I’m not going to hurt you.” The suggestion that it could pose harm made Ophelia even more frantic, and her voice began to grow louder. “No, please!” it said, lowering its head back down. “Don’t shout! I’m a friend.” Ophelia’s garbled words ceased. She starred at the thing wide-eyed, now fully awake. “Oh good, you listened,” it said, relieved. Though it wasn’t actually using its mouth to talk, the smooth male voice still seemed to come from it. “We’ve been looking for you.” “…We?” Ophelia managed to spit out. “Yes, Brogan and I,” it said with a nod. “It’s a relief we finally found you, we’ve been looking for weeks.” “But, why are you looking for me?” Ophelia asked, still cowering against the wall. “Because we need your help,” it replied. “I assume you’ve noticed all the people going missing? We know why.” This made Ophelia begin to panic again. “You’re the one causing the disappearances?!” “What? No, gods, no,” it said, cocking its head. “I just know what’s causing them. And I know how to stop it. That’s why we need you.” Ophelia calmed down a little. “…Who are you?” “My name is Valkin, of Goriga,” it said with a small bow. “The dragon carrying me is Brogan, my familiar.” “Dragon…carry…what?” Ophelia asked, shaking her head in confusion. “You’ll understand it all in time,” the dragon said with a sigh. “But right now, there is an important task to be seen to. You want people to stop disappearing, yes?” “…Yes,” Ophelia said skeptically. “Then you must do as I say,” he said firmly, raising his head back up. Ophelia let out another small cry as the dragon actually twisted its body into the air and floated a few inches above the bed, never taking its red eyes off of her. “Will you help us?” “What do I have to do?” she asked warily. “Many things,” Valkin admitted. “But for tonight, your duty will be simple enough. I will guide you through it. You will be safe. Will you help us?” “You can’t be a little more specific?” “We have little time!” Valkin insisted. “Will you help us?” “Alright! Alright,” Ophelia said, shakily standing up. “What do I have to do?” The dragon twisted in on itself, forming a tight loop with its body. It then fluidly uncoiled, causing something to drop from within the loop onto the bed. It motioned towards the object with its head. “What is it?” Ophelia asked, squinting to see better in the dim light. The dragon jerked its head towards the dark lump again, then fixed Ophelia with its stare. “I don’t see why you can’t just tell me,” she muttered, carefully approaching the bed. The dragon watched her as she came near, and then tenderly picked the object up. “A choker?” she said, inspecting it. It was a black silk band with a large, oval ruby attached by chains in the center. Three chain loops hung under the stone. “Do I put it on?” The dragon nodded. Ophelia slowly unlatched the choker and wrapped it around her neck. Shutting her eyes tight to prepare for what might happen, she closed the latch. “Ah, that’s better,” Valkin said. “Hey!” Ophelia yelped as she leaped backwards, her hands flying to her head. His voice had come from inside her mind this time. “What are you doing?! Get out!” “Calm down, I’m in the jewel,” Valkin said coolly. “Now that you’re wearing the choker, we can communicate without verbalization. I’d suggest starting that now, we wouldn’t want to wake anybody up.” “I don’t like you being in my head!” Ophelia thought heatedly at him. “Now get out!” “I’m not in your head,” Valkin stressed. “I’m in the ruby. I can only hear what you want me to.” “…Are you sure?” Ophelia questioned. “Believe me, I have no interest in the every thought of a teenaged Earth girl,” Valkin said dryly. “Wait, so let me clarify.” Ophelia pointed at the small dragon that was casually twisting through the air. “The dragon is Brogan, and you’re Valkin? There is a difference?” “Yes,” Valkin confirmed. “I had been speaking through Brogan while he kept the choker safe. That’s why he couldn’t speak when he summoned it to the bed. Valkin is my familiar, he is what keeps me tied to Goriga.” “I think I get it,” Ophelia nodded. “The first part anyway. And I suppose it was him tapping on my window, and you got in when I opened it? How did you get past without me noticing?” “You’re surprisingly unobservant.” Ophelia frowned. “We need to get moving.” Valkin’s tone was serious again. “This is where I need you to listen to me. Before we go-“ “Go where?!” “What did I just tell you? Listen. Before we go, you’ll need to connect to my powers. Focus on the ruby, and say, ‘warrior’ out loud.” “...Come again?” “What did I tell you?” “Alright!” Ophelia rolled her eyes before closing them and focus on the jewel at her neck. She just felt stupid, at first, but suddenly, the ruby started to feel warm. It felt like the stone was melting, sinking into her throat with a tingling sensation that quickly rose to a strong vibration throughout her body. She felt like she was about to burst out of her skin, an unfamiliar and wild power surging through her. “Punk Lolita Warrior!” she cried, her voice echoing as the words poured out on their own. “ROCK!” For the shortest moment, she was sure she was exploding. A bright red light blinded her eyes, and her body let out all the energy it had suddenly built up in one giant wave. It was over as soon as it had started, though, and she opened her eyes to find her body whole and her room just as it had been moments ago. “What was tha- oh my god!” she cried, looking down at her clothes. “What am I wearing?!” No longer in her pajamas, she was wearing thigh-high black leather boots and a fluffy red mini-dress adorned with loads of pink and black lace, complete with a black corset with an odd sort of bladed chain wrapped around it. Feeling around her eyes, she also appeared to be wearing a black mask. “For your protection, so you aren’t recognized. Traditional Gorigan garb. Now come on, we need to get going,” Valkin urged. “Head downtown, the Aldale Building should suffice.” “Err…alright…” Ophelia blinked. “Should I call a cab, or something?” “What?” She could practically hear the frown in his voice. “A ca-… no, no cab. Just jump through the window and run.” “Are you kidding me? I can’t run that far, and even if I could, it would take an hour at least.” Valkin groaned with impatience. “I can see you aren’t going to take to this quickly. Please, just trust me. You’ll make it.” Ophelia hesitated. He’d been truthful about everything so far, but…jumping out a window and running all the way down town? She shook her head slightly before going to open her window again. He’d just have to deal with it when she collapsed from exhaustion a quarter of the way there. She put her hand tentatively on the window sill, preparing to lift herself gently into the frame. What happened instead was that her body took its own initiative. She quickly braced her arm on the sill before swinging out the window gracefully and landing in the driveway below, landing as if she’d just jumped down a single stair. Shocked at her own ability, she stared up at the open window as Brogan twisted his way though and settled himself across her shoulders. She shuddered at first, but he was oddly warm. “Now, run,” Valkin instructed. Now unsure of what was going to happen, Ophelia began to jog down the driveway. She quickly picked up speed, reaching a sprint much more easily than she ever could before. She legs hardly felt like they were moving as she blasted down the street, quickly reaching an utterly inhuman speed. She wanted to look down at herself to see how exactly she was achieving such speeds, but all her concentration had to be placed in not running into anything. Everything she passed was little more than a blur, and she was sure she looked the same to anybody that may see her. Without losing speed, she made a sharp turn at the end of the block to head downtown. ** Skidding to a stop outside the doors of the Aldale Building, one of the tallest skyscrapers in Dirge City, Ophelia looked around. This part of the city was nice enough to be mostly deserted this late at night. The wet street was quiet except for the occasional distant sound of a car. Brogan unwrapped himself from her shoulders and flitted around idly. Ophelia had stopped being amazed with herself shortly after she’d started her run. She was getting numb to the shock of the night’s events, and she’d halfway convinced herself that this was some sort of very realistic dream, anyway. So what if she just ran faster than most cars without breaking a sweat? “What now?” she said aloud to Valkin. “Look up, so I can see what we have to work with,” Valkin muttered. Ophelia obliged, examining the face of the massive building herself. Assuming that the goal was to reach one of the higher floors, they’d probably have to break inside and use the elevator. She didn’t see any way to climb up. Thank god... “That gargoyle directly above us should work,” Valkin mused. Halfway up the building, there were several large decorative gargoyles that looked down on the street. They happened to be standing right below the center one. “The chain whip at your waist, pull it loose.” Ophelia did as instructed, patting around for a moment until she found one of the ends. She gave the chain a single tug and it slid off of her smoothly, the bladed links not cutting her hand. “Now use it to grip the gargoyle.” “I suppose the fact that the gargoyle is thirty five stories up and this chain is six feet long at the most won’t pose a hindrance?” “You are catching on.” Again doing what she instinctually felt was right, Ophelia gave the whip a quick crack before swinging it up towards the statue. As she predicted, it extended as it flew through the air, reaching the gargoyle and wrapping around it several times for security. “Now tug,” Expecting to use the chain as some sort breaking and entering weapon, she gripped it tightly and gave the chain a test pull. What she did not expect was for the chain to suddenly yank her upwards and send her hurtling through the air, unwrapping itself from the gargoyle as she flew past it all the way to the top of the building, Ophelia screaming all the way. Maybe she wasn’t quite numb to all of this, after all. She landed on a spire sticking out from the roof with another large statue on the end, this time a lion. The instant her feet touched the concrete, she fell to her knees and wrapped her arms tightly around one of the lion’s back legs. “WHAT THE **** WAS THAT?!” she barked roughly, the echo of her scream dying down (it was lucky that Dirge City wasn’t a place where a scream in the night would be terribly out of place). She squeezed her eyes shut to avoid looking down. The view was making her queasy. “That was the quickest way to reach the top of the building.” Valkin seemed indifferent to her terror. “Now let go, we need to get to the roof.” Ophelia peeked and eye open and looked behind her. The long spire was cylindrical and slick from the rain. Another hesitant look at the drop below, and she instantly shut her eyes again. “Yeah, there’s no way that’s going to happen.” “...You wouldn’t happen to be afraid of heights, would you?” “It’s a distinct possibility.” “You can’t cling to this lion forever.” “Oh I beg to differ.” “Do you not understand yet?” Valkin asked with an exasperated sigh. “You have all my powers now. I know what you’re capable of. If I tell you that you can easily walk across this spire onto the roof without falling, I know what I’m talking about.” Something warm and scaly was trying to pry her arms off the lion’s leg. Brogan had apparently flown up after her. “If I die, I will track you down and come back as the most angry and vengeful ghost you’ve ever seen,” Ophelia threatened, batting Brogan away before nervously pushing herself to her feet. She turned around and tried not to think of what she was doing, striding along the spire like it was any normal sidewalk. When she reached the roof and hopped down onto the thick gravel on the surface, she heaved a sigh of relief. “See, you’re fine,” Valkin calmed as Brogan twisted around her head. “Now, the disappearances lately have been caused by dark forces coming to Earth from Goriga through tears that have ripped open between the worlds. We think one of the tears is on top of this building.” “How do we close it up?” “Well…that’s the problem.” Valkin sounded embarrassed. “I don’t exactly know how.” “…Then what was the point of coming up here?!” “Brogan can sense when something is about to come through one of the rips,” Valkin hurried to explain. “There should be a new arrival tonight. If all has gone according to plan, it should be one of our allies.” “We get allies?” Ophelia asked, perking a bit. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad if she didn’t have to do everything. “Of course. It would be idiotic to take on a task such as this by oneself.” “When am I going to get to learn what exactly this ‘task’ is?” “Later, when we have more time. For now, something is coming.” Brogan had gone stiff in the air, fixing his gaze on a spot in the air above them. Ophelia watched, holding the chain whip tightly as the air seemed to rip in half, accompanied by an appropriate sound. Nothing came out for a moment, showing the world beyond to be a strange vortex of swirling jewel-tone colors, until something dark and angular appeared. Several more similarly-shaped creatures popped up after it, all of them jumping out onto the rooftop and sniffing at the air before focusing on Ophelia. Their outline was indistinct and fuzzy, like they had been smudged. Their heads appeared to be devoid of features except for two slits for nostrils, until they opened their wide mouths to hiss at Ophelia, revealing several rows of needle-like teeth. “Those wouldn’t happen to be our allies, would they?” she asked shakily. “Umm...no.” “Darklings?” “Darklings.” “Glorious.” The three monsters all leapt for her at once, their long arms outstretched. Ophelia leapt over them, landing on a large furnace case. “WHATDOIDOWHATDOIDOWHATDOIDO?!” she cried, barely managing to dodge the darklings’ continued strikes. “Use the whip, it will channel your energy,” Valkin commanded. Diving backwards, Ophelia swung the whip behind her, then cracked it forward, managing to entangle of of the darklings and pin its arms against its sides. The creature thrashed against the chain, letting out a shriek. Her grip around the chain tightened, and red energy suddenly exploded from her hand, crackling down the chain’s length until it reached the darkling and began to rip it apart. The dark scraps faded into the air until there was nothing left. “I got one!” Ophelia said with a mixture of pride and astonishment. Her victory was short-lived, though, as one of the remaining darklings tackled her. They flew backwards, over the short ledge of the roof, Ophelia only just managing to grab onto one of the aging bricks while the darkling clung to her leg, both of them dangling 70 stories in the air. She rammed the heel of her boot into the darkling’s head, causing it to let go of it’s hold. Instead of plummeting to the street below, though, it pooled its body against the side of the building and began to quickly ooze downward under its own power. “Should I go get it?!” “Pay attention!” Looking back up, Ophelia was able to shift her grip to her other hand just as the last darkling made a swipe at her hand with its long, shadowy claws. She quickly swung herself back up onto the roof. She reached for her chain whip, which had wrapped itself around her waist again while she had been hanging from the ledge, and gave it a loud crack before swinging it at the darkling. The bladed links made a gash through the black substance, but the creature was still up. It dived at her with its claws outstretched, making her dive to the side to avoid the attack. Her foot caught on a pipe, causing her to stumble and fall. Before she could prevent it, the darkling heaved itself over the roof ledge, making its escape. She made it to her feet and ran to the ledge just in time to see a dark, inky pool disappear into the building’s shadow. “How do I get them now?” Ophelia panted. Valkin took a deep breath. “You don’t. Once they merge with the shadows it’s nearly impossible to find them again until they reappear on their own, and they aren’t concerned with fighting you right now. They’ll find a nest tonight, somewhere to hide during the day. We’ll come back for them tomorrow night.” “I look forward to it,” Ophelia groaned, stepping back from the ledge and falling to her knees, curling her arms around her stomach. “If there is going to be much more falling off of buildings in this gig, we’re going to have problems.” “You’ll get better, it hopefully won’t happen again.” “So no allies for us tonight, huh?” Ophelia turned around to see Brogan twisting around in the air idly, not really concentrating on anything. “It would appear not. They were probably held back keeping the rest of that host of darklings from going through the tear.” “Well good for them,” Ophelia said. Honestly, she could barely believe she’d survived the fight with just three of them. She managed to catch her breath as a light shower began to fall. “It will probably be-” “Hey, Valkin, I really appreciate you telling me how to not die and all, but...could I have a few minutes? I just...need to think.” “...Yes, alright,” Valkin said, his voice oddly soft. The ruby on Ophelia’s choker gave a tiny vibration, and she didn’t hear anything further. Maybe that was how it turned off? She reached up to touch the stone, feeling that it was oddly warm against the damp chill of the drizzle. She readjusted herself into a more comfortable position and leaned back against the furnace case, toying with her choker as a more heavy rain began to fall. ** Her alarm went off at 7:00 AM. When Ophelia snaked an arm out from under the covers to slap the snooze button, she was almost able to roll over and go back to sleep for another five minutes. The only thing stopping her was the small dragon curled up on the spare pillow next to her. She jumped at first, before remembering everything that had happened the night before. Brogan peeked a sleepy eye open at her as Ophelia sat up, rubbing her eyes. So it hadn’t been a dream. Darn. “You shouldn’t sleep on my bed like that, what if somebody came in and saw you?” Ophelia grumbled at the dragon. Brogan blinked at her, looking incredulous. "I don’t know where you’re gonna sleep, you’re the one who decided to live here.” He kept staring. “Oh god...” Ophelia growled, getting out of bed and grabbing another pillow. She opened her closet door and threw the pillow onto the ground in the corner, patting it a little to make a hollow in the center. “Does this please milord?” Brogan floated over obligingly, twirling around her head in what Ophelia assumed was a display of affection before curling back up on the pillow at her feet. “I’m closing the door so the puppy doesn’t find you,” she said, shutting the closet back up before she turned back to her bed. On the pillow where Brogan had been sleeping was the choker. She went over and picked it up with a sigh, letting it dangle while she inspected it reluctantly. The ruby sparkled in the early morning sunlight. “Fi, are you up?” Her dad was calling from his own room. “Yeah, I’m up...” Ophelia replied, fastening the choker around her neck. She went to her vanity to get ready for school, the ruby warm against her neck.

I am intrigued O:

Kris, you've got Paint XD You can do it. And a pt 2? O: I shall ponder this. Maybe somebody else could make another one in the mean time.