Bibliomania: An RP (members of the Bibliomaniac Army only)

[Theodore Adams]

~Luna~
Luna smiled. "A ghost? Well, it isn't impossible, I suppose. It would explain a great deal that's happened recently.. But you know, I'm beginning to suspect that the Wrackspurts have gotten to you. They make your brain fuzzy," she concluded. "Are you a ghost?"

[center]((Thanks, Jabber! You can buy one of his songs on iTunes now!! I'm bouncing off the walls with excitement ))

Danny's eyes widened. He'd never heard of Wrackspurts. This girl must have Lost Her Marbles. But she seemed like she knew what she was talking about.
"I'm not a ghost; I'm five years old, and I'm a boy!" he insisted. He paused for a brief moment, looking her over with his bright blue eyes, much like his father's. "Why are you wearing that necklace?"

[doubleArrows]

Butler had been searching for Artemis feverishly. Just as he was about to look elsewhere, there was a loud POP! and he was in the alley. He immediately saw Artemis and came to his side. (*has no idea how to RP Butler* I luffles Domonvoi, but i will be a fail at RPing him. You have been warned. Maggie, will you help me? xD)

(Also, Arrow needs recap o.o)

[.jabberwocky]

((Seriously?! Good for him! 8D That is astounding!))

~Luna~
She smiled and extended her hand. "I'm Luna; I'm fourteen years old; and I'm a girl. It's nice to meet you."
She tilted her head slightly let out a clear, soft rippling sort of laugh at his question. "It keeps away nargals. They like to infest mistletoe, and are really very nasty thieves..." she fingered the butterbeer cap and met his eyes happily.

~Stella~
Stella gripped the girl's hand firmly and shook it, meeting her eyes and forcing a smile. She wondered if the odd name was an invention of her obvious mental illness as well.
"Ah. Related to dragons. Excuse my little blunder," she said with an obvious tone of playful sarcasm. She wondered if mentally ill people could even detect sarcasm.. probably not.
"So. Maybe you can tell me, Menolly. Where on earth are we? ...Hey, you ever heard of Lemonade Mouth?"
She was slightly irritated by the girl's confused expression.
"..The band?"
Still no sign of recognition in the girl's eyes.
"Huh. Well, anyway, one second we were set to play at Madison Square Garden, and the next I'm in the middle of a Freak's United convention." Not that she had any excuse to say that; after all, she did have green hair.

[doubleArrows]

Butler cast a wary eye around, identifying the threats. He positioned himself to best protect Artemis if needed, fingering his Sig Sauer.

Astrophil said rather sarcastically, "Apparently, there is a gathering of storybook characters." He recognized some from boks he had read.

[.jabberwocky]

~Bilbo~

Bilbo cast a frightened look at the large man approaching the boy he had just been questioning. He looked threatening, and ready to protect the boy at all costs.
Bilbo's voice seemed to have retreated into a small squeal as the hobbit attempted to get words out of his mouth.
What on earth happened to me? One second, I was in my chair, and the next, I'm in this horrible mottley of ugly, noisey creatures! This is smelling awfully like an adventure, he thought unhappily.

[Wildmagic_warrior]

Agent Seven leaned back against the wall of an ice-cream parlor, laptop on her lap and earbuds in her ears. Her eyes were fixed on the screen, and anyone passing by would have thought that she was just another college student, enjoying the wonderful late-summer weather on a gorgeous Saturday afternoon. In any case, they paid no notice to her. The government building across the street loomed like a giant marble beast, its shadow ready to swallow anyone who came too close. A list of code was scrolling down the screen of Agent Seven's computer, and every once in a while she would stop it, change a bit of code here, snip a bit off there, tweak this piece right at the bottom. Then she would let it scroll again, eyes searching the building's defense for the little openings that she could break and gain entrance through. Her earbuds put her in direct contact with Agent Three and Agent Six, the team's field agents. They were also incognito, dressed in suits and ties and posing as interns in the government building. They made sure that no security officials noticed anything strange about the changes in the code. Suddenly, the line in her earbuds went dead, and Seven blanched with horror. Had they been caught? She she call for backup? She knew that her brother and Agent Three could take care of themselves, but she didn't know what she would do if they were tortured or killed. And there she was- breaking rules again. The Agency's first law was Don't form bonds with your fellow Agents. Nobody even know that Six and Seven were siblings, and besides that-
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Darkness from all sides. Falling through space- had she been captured? Tranquilized? She still had her laptop clenched in her hands- surely they would have taken it from her? Then she felt cold air hit her face and she twisted, landing catlike on three limbs while her left hand kept a tight grip on her all-important laptop. Jumping to her feet, the woman backed into the shadows without a sound, observing what appeared to be a gathering of strangely-dressed people down the lane. Had they drugged her with something? Some kind of hallucinogenic, probably. Well, she wouldn't tell these hallucinations anything, in case it came out of her unconscious mouth and into the ears of her captors. She switched the mode on the ipod from Line A to Music, and let one earbud dangle down the front of her shirt as she sauntered up to the group. She had designed her music player herself, hacked into it and changed things around so that, not only did it have an impossible code, but it could also be used as a communication device.

[.jabberwocky]

Father peregrine was hobbling down the dark cloister. The sounds of a perfectly tuned benedictine chorus droned, echoing off of the cold stone walls that were so lovingly built centuries ago. "Brother Tom, allow me to go check on Francis in the infirmary. I shan't miss Vespers, I assure you." Without replying, the two went and dispersed, each unto his own occupation.
Entering out across the courtyard, Father peregrine had to take great care not to trip upon the cobblestone. For his crutch would slip on the mossy ground, warbled by centuries of erosion. As luck would have it, not more than 15 metres from the door of the infirmary, the abrupt downstroke of the underside of the worn crutch meeting the cobblestones had no reassuring friction to stop Father Peregrine. In a split second, he was lying on the ground, the wind nocked out of him, the crutch cast aside in the crook of two limbs on a near leafless, bug riddled rosebush.
The pain hit him so sudden, that for a moment, he blacked out.
***
Feeling drowsy, his left hip aching, Father Peregrine opened his eyes, seeing not cobblestones, but a strange man, on a large stone-pool of water. "Assistance..please..." He muttered, his pride affected more than his body.

~THE ALL MYSTERIOUS SILVERTONGUE RAFFO~
Raffo was intoxicated.
Intoxicated with the power Reading gave him.
He felt it surge through him like electricity, energizing his once tired limbs and lighting up his eyes with a greedy, dangerous glow.
Only the muffled, gruff voice of an old man broke through his aura of power.
He lowered his book, narrowing his eyes at the old man, the band that surrounded him snapping. He scowled, and began to march toward him angrily with his arm raised to slap him, until a sudden thought sparked into his mind.
This must be one of his creations.
His face lit up, as he grasped the man's wrinkled hands and helped him to his feet. "Hello, sir. May I ask, how did it feel? Arriving here?" His eyes were alight with an unnatratively curious gleam.

[doubleArrows]

Butler immediately labeled Raffo a man to keep an eye on. He also eyed a rather diminuitive, squat little fairy. Still keeping a wary eye on the other people, he looked broodingly down at Bilbo. "What are you?"

[smileyranger]

((Reply to Silvertongue))

"Like hell.. one place I intend to escape" Father Peregrine grumbled, his gnarled hands wiping the dusk from his coarse robe.
"I'd like a proper explanation before I become an object of your examination." The old abbot protested, still unsteady and dizzy at the moment.

[wickedwolfgirl]

Bluebear ran his paws over and under nervously. Here he was, a simple bear from Zamonia, surrounded by a wide variety of humans in a foreign place. He glanced around again. There were more people now. He summoned up the courage to approach and toddled over to the group that looked the most harmless, the one with the blonde girl, and the girl with dragons. He was somewhat familiar with dragons, or at least some things like them. "Hello?" He said with a distinct asking tone. He was not sure if they could even understand him.

~~~

There was something odd about what just happened. Sherlock Holmes was minding his own business, intently working on a substance that would reveal blood, when he vanished. That was the only word for it. He was now in the middle of a street that was certainly not familiar to him. This was truly perplexing. He stood away from the others, examining them intently, trying to find a logic behind the madness.