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.

Staccato smiled. "Sounds good."

((IS there a restaurant topic?))

"All right. I'm still really hungry, so I was thinking do you know any good restaurants around here?" Staccato beamed that Isabelle enjoyed his performance. He finally made it explode into a great ball of fire, lighting up the sky for half a second.

"Sure. Where do you want to go?" Staccato suddenly felt very rude, and made the Phoenix do a silly dance with a hat on. He then turned it into a little elf in a tea-cozy, and then a dragon, which then flew off into the night.

"I don't know." Staccato was growing slightly irritated. He was, actually, really hungry. He turned quickly and conjured a pyre phoenix, a few feet wide and the same tall. He made if fly in front of Isabelle and flap it's wings.

"I'm sorry. I know what it's like to have memories of terrible things." He didn't. "But they pass in time."

"I'm sorry..." Staccato kept patting her gently, trying to calm her down.

((Don't have anything else to write. Why am I the only person who has normal characters? No flashbacks, no drama, no missing memories. They're just a little off in the mental department. But, serious, how common IS it to have flashbacks?))

Stacco wrapped both arms around her to help keep her up. "It's okay, it's okay... what's wrong?" he asked gently, patting her back in an attempt to soothe her. Had he said something wrong? He felt terrible that he did...

Staccato looked at Isabelle next to him and gently lay his arm around her. He made it a little warmer. "You look cold." He noticed something on her face, something she wasn't saying. "Are you okay? You seem... preoccupied."

Staccato thought about trying to start up a conversation again, but it seemed futile. He just walked beside Isabelle in the darkness, not even trying to conjure up some fire. He sighed, not really sure what to think about.

((It's okay.))

"Yeah.... oh well. Life goes on." Staccato's flame seemed to putter out, and he looked off to the end of the boardwalk. "Let's go..." he said halfheartedly, starting off towards the lights in the distance.

Staccato whipped around. "Wait! No! Please? But..." he started running after her, fire swirling in his hand for light. After a little bit he gave up and started walking back to Isabelle. "Sorry about that." The fire had wrapped around his arm like a snake, and was now forming into a full sleeve.

((...Need Cashmere to respond...))

Staccato smiled. He turned back towards Isabelle. "Hey, Isabelle! Is it okay to bring Ebony along with us?" lalalalalalmamammamammfmammfamfamfmafamfakkakakakakakakakaoaooaoaoallelelelelelelelelelelelelelelebuttbuttbuttbuttbutbbbuttkillselfboom.

"No, not rude at all. It's a pleasure to meet you, Ebony, I'm Staccato," he said taking her hand and shaking it. "If you're hungry or looking for someone to talk to, you could join me and my friend. We're going to get something to eat."

((I never said it was rock...))

Staccato looked unsure. "Er.... okay? You just looked lonely. Are you sure you're okay? You look awfully tired." He ran his eyes up and don her, taking in her obvious discomfort in her current outfit. He realized that he still didn't have a shirt on.

((I listen to a lot of Metal and Rockabilly.))

Staccato smiled. "That's pretty good." He saw Ebony and his smile disappeared. "I'll be right back..." he muttered, walking over to Ebony. "You okay? You look rather glum."

Ms.Cashmere wrote: "((kay will do and oh about the music besides the oldies u be suprise to see what i listen to))

Isabelle looked down and thought she had it in her hand. She growled softly. She tried again and some..."

((What do you listen to?))

"Here..." Staccato placed the fire almost directly over her hand. "Try now, this might help." He made the fire taller, and made sure he could control all of it's movement. He didn't want to hurt this girl.

((Yep.))

((Oh.))

((I don't really know what to post next..... I expected her to struggle a little.))

((Chuck Berry? ...He plays Johnny B. Goode...))

"Oh... sorry about that." Staccato took the temperature on the flame down about 70 degrees. "There. Now, focus on moving the fire into your hand. Don't think about anything else, just that."