Post by Sfot on Jul 29, 2008 11:14:43 GMT
'Look, don't blame me when this doesn't work.' The possible leader of the plot bunnies convayed. He was currently nibbling her toes.
"Oh, this'll work. And I didn't even need one of your lot 'helping' come up with them. They're my own creation. QED, they'll work!" Freakshow snapped back as she wiped some dirt off her latest piece.
'Oh really?'
"Look mate, do you want me to get Writer's Block out? No? Then shut it. I know it'll work. I designed it myself, remember? I'll be able to use it. Trust me. Your 'prized writer' isn't going to end up a resident of the Ghost zone OR a hospital!" The girl growled as she finished checking the mechanism.
'I don't doubt you, hun. Just don't pull a Wonderland on us.'
"Gotcha. Now sod off and let me try these out for myself, I don't need a living crash-mat that will try and murder me." She had to admit, he was nicer to talk with then some and he was able to make himself visable to everybody around....Except he normally turned up as a jackalope, which terrifed everybody because they weren't meant to exist.
She stood back, grinning as she took another look at the mechanised wings she'd written into existance. She'd be able to fly with them, alright. She'd learn, and she'd fly.
"Oh, this'll work. And I didn't even need one of your lot 'helping' come up with them. They're my own creation. QED, they'll work!" Freakshow snapped back as she wiped some dirt off her latest piece.
'Oh really?'
"Look mate, do you want me to get Writer's Block out? No? Then shut it. I know it'll work. I designed it myself, remember? I'll be able to use it. Trust me. Your 'prized writer' isn't going to end up a resident of the Ghost zone OR a hospital!" The girl growled as she finished checking the mechanism.
'I don't doubt you, hun. Just don't pull a Wonderland on us.'
"Gotcha. Now sod off and let me try these out for myself, I don't need a living crash-mat that will try and murder me." She had to admit, he was nicer to talk with then some and he was able to make himself visable to everybody around....Except he normally turned up as a jackalope, which terrifed everybody because they weren't meant to exist.
She stood back, grinning as she took another look at the mechanised wings she'd written into existance. She'd be able to fly with them, alright. She'd learn, and she'd fly.