February 2012
Oh god Dahlia NO
chicksdigsaurs:
JUST GET OUT
RIGHT NOW
JESUS CHRIST
No~
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Introductions!
broadway-dahlia:
Hello, everyone! I thought I might jump on the bandwagon and introduce myself formally.
My personal tumblr is fairwind, and I’m in New York, EST.
I sang 16 bars of “Meadowlark” from Stephen Schwartz’s The Baker’s Wife as my audition piece (it’s a little loud—mic troubles xD).
I’m a musical theatre performance student in college, and I’m a first soprano (opera-y...
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A Pain Behind the Eyes
acespadepi:
Desperate. “Are you going to answer my questions or what?” Scared. “He’s got multiple stab wounds, we need to get them treated!” Hurt. “Load him into the ambulance.” A criminal. “Turn yourself in.” A killer. “She’s dead~” Astor Spade opened his eyes. Save for the soft beeping of the EKG heart monitor, it was deathly quiet. It took him a few moments to come to his senses. Looking...
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acespadepi:
distanttracesofbeauty:
acespadepi:
[All Astor can do at first is hack and cough, sucking in air as hard as he can.]
( Oh… my God… is… is it over…? )
[His attention finally catches Dahlia, seemingly unconscious - or even dead again - with her head wound. He shoves her off of his body and rolls aside, trying to get to his feet. But he even fails in that, ending up falling on...
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acespadepi:
[All Astor can do at first is hack and cough, sucking in air as hard as he can.]
( Oh… my God… is… is it over…? )
[His attention finally catches Dahlia, seemingly unconscious - or even dead again - with her head wound. He shoves her off of his body and rolls aside, trying to get to his feet. But he even fails in that, ending up falling on his rear and squinching back from...
acespadepi:
[The satisfaction Astor has of reaching the gun first lasts barely a tenth of a second as Dahlia makes her move. In a flash, he’s on his back, the struggling for air with Dahlia’s hands around his throat with the strength he never would have expected. His free hand trying to force them off and, all the while, he’s looking straight into the eyes of the devil herself, his own eyes...
acespadepi:
[Indeed, he watches her carefully. He remembers where he had tossed his gun. When her eyes dart that way, his do as well. But while he was good at counting cards, math was never his strong suit and this was a matter of distance. He might have been closer to it than she was but all he could do was pray that he was.
Since the fight started, he had been getting more and more...
acespadepi:
( WHY. SWEET MOTHER OF JESUS, -WHY-. )
[Astor had stumbled back from Dahlia’s very… direct assault on his future offspring, hunched over in pain. He had already sustained several cuts on his body from the shots he had gotten in, this is just the icing on the cake. He grits his teeth and looks about. He can’t see the dagger anywhere, but she’s lost it. For the moment, they’re...
acespadepi:
JE- DAMN- FU-
[Each of Astor’s attempts to speak is cut off as he still tries to keep ahead of the slashes and stabs, but she’s a lot faster than he expected, and he hasn’t been able to get in, while she, on the other hand, has been able to get a few cuts and slices in, mainly on his arms, which he’s been using to try and block her attacks. His mind goes into damage control, just...
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acespadepi:
TCH!!
( Damn…! )
[Astor jerks back, trying to stay out of arms-length and DEFINITELY out of reach of her dagger, trying to formulate a counter-attack.]
( With WHAT? You threw your gun away! )
( What’s wrong with your fists? Y’know, those things you curl your fingers in to make? )
( Can I actually PUNCH her!? )
( IT’S OKAY. SHE’S THE DEVIL. )
[He continues to try and stay...
acespadepi:
( …! )
…why…? S’long as we’re conversin’, I admit, y’suckered me in. And yeah, y’ve gotten damn close t’try an’ kill me. And I’ll admit, y’were smart enough t’walk away from Terry Fawles’ death, unscathed with that angelic li’l smile y’keep puttin’ up…
( Though now she looks more devil than ever before. )
…S’tell me… as smart as y’supposed t’be… how come y’never got away with...
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acespadepi:
[Was it the anniversary? Really? He hadn’t paid that close attention to the date, but if anyone would know… it would be this woman. He had to wonder if it was a coincidenece…]
We’re all weak, Ms. Hawthorne. All of us. Very fragile things. You, of all people, oughta know that. After all, y’can say what y’like, but in the end, y’own neck snapped like a twig.
!!!!
...
acespadepi:
( “Almost,” she says. )
…Yeh, well, ‘fraid I can’t return th’sentiment. Y’have a fairly bad track recordwhen it comes t’folks who’re seemin’ly in y’favor, Ms. Hawthorne.
( Black widows eat their mates, after all… )
Oh, but I had you eating out of the palm of my hand.
How else did you think I walked away from Terry Fawles’ death? Today’s the anniversary, you know.
...
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Anonymous asked: Who’s your favorite RPer?
turnabout-art:
That was a very sudden and random ask ‘o’ I rarely ever get asks though, so I’m happy~
Anyway, I follow a hell lot of AA RPers, so it’s a tough choice! It’s hard to pick only one, but after much thinking I guess my favorite is distanttracesofbeauty (Dahlia). She’s a great Dahlia and her RP sessions are always so entertaining~ I highly suggest you follow/roleplay with her if...
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wiseavenger:
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Anonymous asked: did you know that turnabout art said that you were their favorite Rper?
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Happy Turnabout Beginnings Day!~
fairwind:
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blacklocks:
-With only an expression of pure relief and adoration, he holds her close, whispering silky sweet words into her ear.-
You’re the only one I care about, süßer. -His soft lips make contact with her softer cheek, holding her jaw for proper aim.-
Only one in the world…
Oh, Kristoph, I’m so sorry…
Somewhat awkwardly, Dahlia wraps her arms around him. She still...
blacklocks:
I promise.
-And boy does he look genuine.-
Oh, my dearest love…!
Desperately, she tosses the pistol aside and throws herself into her “beloved’s” arms. The only one who can truly control this hell-bent monster is the Devil himself, it seems…
acespadepi:
Like I told y’before. I don’t see that effect often, so when y’made y’little show, ‘course I was concerned.
[He still tried to keep her much further away than at arm’s length, mind racing on how to handle the situation and not coming up with much.]
( Can’t exactly rush her from this distance… but she can’t stab me. But she can throw that dagger at me… )
Dahlia counters him,...
acespadepi:
[Astor could feel his face flushing, gripping his hands into fists at his sides.]
You’re convincin’, I’ll give y’that much. But y’sorta pushed it a bit when y’decided t’randomly faint. Woulda just let the whole thing go, but…
You can’t be a proper lady without swooning every now and then. It distracts people; why do you think Lady Macbeth did it? Teehee!~
Oh, dear, dear...
acespadepi:
[Astor’s eyes are as cold as ice as he stares across the room at Dahlia. He almost has to physically force himself to bring his arm down completely and toss the gun aside.]
( She’s got… some kinda knife. And now I’m unarmed. )
There. M’unarmed, all helpless ‘n stuff, ‘bout as your act seemed t’be.
Teehee~ Good boy!
Dahlia giggles as she patronizes him, addressing him in a...
acespadepi:
Tch…!
[Astor’s face contorts in a mix of rage, despair, and downright horror. His breathing quickens, his arm trembles. He knows that she has the upper hand and has him just where she wants him. Time just completely STOPS for him as the thoughts race through his head as he faces the dilemma before him.]
( What the hell do I do!? I put down the gun, I’m as good as dead! If I...
acespadepi:
Eh? …What’re you talking ab-
[His eyes widen slightly as it becomes clear.]
…this… is one’a them “spirit medium“‘s bodies you’re in. Ain’t it?
That’s correct. Now, unless you’d like to be arrested for murder in the first degree…
Put the gun down. Now.
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timetochangeyourfate started following you
timetochangeyourfate:
Yeah, right.
(Geez.)
Well, I had best be on my way. I have an appointment with a certain gentleman.
I will certainly be seeing you, Sissel~ Goodbye!
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timetochangeyourfate started following you
timetochangeyourfate:
…
(And she knows it. I bet she’s smug about it, too.)
What’s that look for?
Oh, nothing~
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timetochangeyourfate started following you
timetochangeyourfate:
…
(I just felt a shiver up my spine.)
acespadepi:
(Focus, you idiot, focus! You can’t let her get the upper hand!)
M’a detective, Ms. Hawthorne. Used t’seein’ dead bodies. Jus’ not the ones that get up and try t’kill me. You’re a… special case.
Oho~ That’s right. I’m very special.
Not to mention that you can’t hurt me without hurting someone else in turn, now, would you…?
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timetochangeyourfate started following you
timetochangeyourfate:
… No, you have a point. It doesn’t.
And I shouldn’t judge you by some niggling feeling alone.
… But that doesn’t mean I won’t keep an eye on you.
Teehee~
And I’ll be keeping an eye on you, too, Sissel.
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timetochangeyourfate started following you
timetochangeyourfate:
I don’t take you for anything right now. I don’t know you all that well.
But you seem to know me…
And you seem to know about what I can do.
Does simple knowledge automatically make me an evil-doer…?
You wound me, my friend.
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timetochangeyourfate started following you
timetochangeyourfate:
Ugh.
That is to say, my dear, you don’t cause any trouble, right?
Little ol’ me? No, of course not.
The pretty young woman’s eyes tear up, and she looks off to the side sadly.
Wh-what do you take me for?
acespadepi:
Yeah, I gathered that. Y’been doin’ plenty of it.
( J-Jesus Christ, this is something out of a goddamn horror film. )
What’s the matter, Detective? You look as white as a ghost.
blacklocks:
-His expression cools from pure panic and rage, to just… pity?-
You’d want to kill me over a simple lie. I wouldn’t expect less from you.
I’m sure your afterlife isn’t going to be far too pleasant after my death. Terribly lonely, probably.
I’ll miss you, Dahlia.
…
Kristoph…
Hesitantly, the redhead lowers the gun.
Promise me…promise me that you...
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woah i just realized
edgeworths:
turnabout beginnings happens tomorrow.
acespadepi:
…
Y’might kill me. But either way, y’just gonna be right back where y’started from.
It doesn’t matter.
I like killing.
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acespadepi:
[Astor chuckles a bit.]
Well, darlin’, it may be as simple as that, but y’seem t’be gettin’ sloppy, if y’goin’ after any two-bit twit that looked at y’file. Surprised y’ain’t wiped out the police or the Prosecutor’s office.
…
acespadepi:
Hn. Well, ain’t that considerate of you. Just what th’hell are you after an’ how many people d’ya gotta go through t’get it?
If they get in my way, I get rid of them~
It’s as simple as that. You should have heeded my words, my dear. Maybe you might have lived.
acespadepi:
An’ why exactly ought I do that, Ms. Hawthorne?
If you come quietly, perhaps I’ll be merciful and let you die quickly.
acespadepi:
[Astor draws his pistol and keeps it locked on her, though he has a sinking feeling that-]
(-it won’t do any good. She was hung. She’s already dead. I have no idea how she’s back now, but I get the feeling that bullets aren’t going to do the trick.)
Maybe. We all gotta die sometime. Just some of us don’t know when t’quit.
Then that makes a pair of us.
Put the gun down,...
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themaskedprodigy:
distanttracesofbeauty replied to your post
//teehee~
((Ma chere, oh innocent girl, are you quite certain you want blood staining that beautiful dress of yours?))
//It’s quite all right, monsieur. I’ve lots of peroxide at home~
acespadepi:
[Astor again jerked back, trying to keep his distance from Dahlia as much as possible.]
How would I like t’die? In m’sleep at the age of 120.
I’m very sorry to say that your wish won’t be granted.
The tiny young woman lifts a bit of her skirt and pulls out her trusty pearl-inlaid dagger from her garter.
You die today, writhing in a pool of your own blood.
acespadepi:
[Astor recoils from the touch, the chill is so sudden. He keeps his distance from this… woman? He’s not even sure WHAT she is anymore at this point.]
Yeh. Somehow, I got the feelin’ y’were gonna say somethin’ like that.
Tell me, Detective Spade…
A girlish, innocent smile blooms on her lips as she caresses his cheek, cupping it in her palm.
How would you like to die?~
acespadepi:
Welp, m’apologies, Miss Hawthorne, but that kinda went out th’window. I have no idea how in the nine hells y’back here and now, but I want no part of it.
Dahlia giggles daintily and sidles up alongside the private investigator. She drags the back of her knuckles across his cheek deliberately; her skin is as cold as ice.
I’m afraid it’s too late for that, Mr. Spade....