Master of Puppets (I'm pulling your strings)’s Comments (group member since Jul 11, 2012)

Master of Puppets (I'm pulling your strings)’s comments from the Elementals [Advanced RP] group.

YOU SUCK, TONY!!!!

((It's okay. Can't post now, but I will ASAP!))

((I'm sorry, it was early and I was exhausted. And I was having a conversation, and they changed the rule for that.))

"Damn right!"

Staccato took on a mock kidnapper voice. "Well, my pretty, you can't run, as there's nowhere to go! We're surrounded by water on all sides, and don't think anyone can here you," he said with a laugh.

Ms.Cashmere wrote: "((lol sorry I meant to say and the mask. I mispelled it into the post but i feel so lazy to fix it))

Isabelle sighed happily humming softly. She jumped back a little and gasped. "Trying to scare m..."

Staccato smiled down at her. "Oh, I'm not trying to win anymore. I already did that. Not trying to do anything. Just caught you," he said, not letting go of her. "You are now my captive."

((But what is Nad Maks?))

Staccato snuck up on her from behind and wrapped his arms around her. "Gotcha," he whispered into her ear. He smiled at her reaction.

((What does that mean?))

Staccato sputtered, then splashed her back. "Still you, honey," he said evilly. He jumped out farther into the lake, getting away from her splashes. "I'm winning!"

((Nad maks?))

Staccato lifted his shirt over his head and dropped it on the ground next to Isabelle's stuff. He ran after her. "It's not gonna be me!"

Staccato smiled. "Sure!"

((Darn it... they came here, too? Oh well...))

Staccato walked onto the beach, careful to keep his mask on, just in case.

Staccato smiled.

((See you there?))

Ms.Cashmere wrote: "Isabelle laughed softly and looked at the butterfly. "Well Same here. I don't care really. This place is getting boring as is." She pretened to yawn. She looked up again at the butterfly and giggle..."

"Sure! The beach sounds good. I don't want to burn down the entire forest."

Staccato shrugged. "I don't know. Where do you want to go? I'm getting tired of this place." He summoned a little butterfly to land on his shoulder, and then made it flutter across to hover in front of Isabelle's nose.

Staccato smiled back. "That's good." He fought off the impulse to kiss her, just 'cause.

"How are you feeling now?" Staccato asked her.

((I understand. Yeah... I like it.))

((Okay. That makes sense. And no, that does not mean her dad is not protective. He is VERY protective. But, apparently, so am I.))

Staccato took this opportunity to hug her.

"I never said it wasn't true!" Staccato said with a smile.

((Hey, Cashmere, what do you think of my question?))

((How is it sad? And what's wrong with it?))