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.

((Oh. Yes, I do. Chuck Berry is AWESOME!!!))

"Well, sorry.... it's just more of a party trick..." Staccato sounded a little offended at what she said. He conjured a flame, a little hotter and bigger than he meant to because he was irritated. "It's just a neat little trick. And it's useful for fighting. If you ever fight."

((Sorry. Didn't mean to offend you. Yes, Deep Purple did it.))

Staccato nodded and started walking. "All right, I know this is hard. I'm gonna conjure up a flame, and I will hand it to you, and then I want you to hand it back to me. Even the true Masters have a hard time controlling other's fire."

((It came out in 1958. That's before the Grandparent era. And one band DID play Smoke On The Water.))

"All right." Staccato stood up again, taking Isabelle's hand to help her up, then letting go to conjure up some fire. "Let's be on out way! And I can teach you a neat little trick, too."

((All the parents LOVED it/me.))

Staccato smiled. He looked up back towards the town/city/whateverthef***itis. "Hey, are you hungry? I was thinking we could go get something to eat.... if you were...." Staccato trailed off nervously.

Ms.Cashmere wrote: "((cool sounds fun electric?))

Isabelle sighed softly and nodded. "Oh well its always good to think on the brightside its always hard for me but its okay.""

((Yep. And my show went great. I freaking nailed Johnny B. Goode.))

Staccato nodded. "It is always good to look on the bright side, now matter how difficult it may be at times. But then, in MY case, you don't, and you turn out fine."

Ms.Cashmere wrote: "((oh so what do u play? sounds like he's good but bet your good to))

Isabelle grinned. "Oh I thought you did. Thank you. I do. I say its not how you want to look its like how you want to look or a..."

((I play guitar.))

Staccato smiled at her response. "Yeah, exactly. I just sometimes have a little trouble thinking on the bright side."



((I am stressed out my butt! I can't play freaking Johnny B. Goode! It's too freaking hard! But I want to play it so badly, but I suck so badly at it... why the hell can't we be doing a freaking Mastodon song? I can at least PLAY those! Tricky timings? Yes. Tricky fingerings? Yes. Insane freaking impossibility of the into to Johnny B. Goode? Nope. Unless you try to play one of Brent's crazier solos, no. I can freaking play Divinations all the way through, but I can't play the freaking twenty second into to Johnny B. Goode that was written in 1957. I freaking suck at this and I'm gonna mess up so badly tomorrow... in front of Dalaiah, too, which will be super embarrassing. At least Augusta won't be there to see me mess up. That would make it worse. And I mean, I'm good at guitar. I'm REALLY good for having only been playing for two and a half years. But... Johnny B. freaking Good has beat my ass into the ground with a broken shard of glass wrapped around a cast iron crowbar. On fire. Onstage. In front of my girlfriend. By Dick Cheney. Which is surprising, because the only thing harder than him lifting a crowbar is freaking Johnny B. Goode. God damn it. And I need something to help me fall asleep, but I need to wake up instantaneously tomorrow morning.))

((I do. I'm pretty good. But not as good as Andrew. He's incredible.))

"Well, I don't hate you. You seem like a really cool person, and I think it's really awesome how you toss aside what people think Women should do or not do. I believe that women should be free to do anything a man can do, and vice versa." Staccato smiled.

Ms.Cashmere wrote: "Isabelle grinned. "Well that's a good sign then. I always ike to be fiery and bad ass at times. Truly I love being liked and i can see why you would never be invisible. People hate how I'm always e..."

((Sorry, I had to... no, wanted to... play guitar for a few songs.))

"What do you mean? 'The right guy would like me?' Isn't that always the case?" Staccato looked a little confused. Inside, he was a little disappointed, but he tried to stay positive.

Staccato smiled. "I think I've seen the badass, talented, fiery part. And yes, it is good to be liked. I don't know what it's like to be Invisible, I've always been noticed, but I know what it feels like to be alone, and that's pretty bad." He shrugged. "But hey. You're gonna get outta that soon and realize your full potential."

Staccato smiled at Isabelle. "Well, I like you very much, and I've seen you at your most tomboyish." (CAN'T WRITE ENoUgH FoR TwO LiNeS So i wIlL JuSt dO This LaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLa))

((It's an advertisement.))

"I know what you mean. One time, when I was.... oh, I must have been about thirteen, I wandered off from the place we were having a picnic with my grandparents and I thought I told them I was leaving, but about thirty minutes later I saw my grandpa coming towards me and I'm guessing it was all he could do to not literally drag me back. And the only reason I wanted to go out was so I could maybe find some friends." Staccato stopped, wondering if this seemed relevant.

((True story...))

((Damn.))

((All right.))

Staccato shook his head. He decided to try to lighten the mood. "Well, my middle name IS Mamba.... I think that could make anyone angry all the time," he said with a hint of a laugh. Truth is, he didn't know if he HAD a reason or not. He liked people, he loved doing work, but nothing made him angry. Except... he sighed and decided to tell the truth. "Truth is, I am always worried about my sister. She's just 17, and an Elemental, like me. Maybe even better than me. But she can't control it sometimes, and I just worry about her all day long.... and being worried about that makes me angry at myself. I mean, I know she can take care of herself and it's stupid to be worried.... but.... can't change the fact that she is my sister and I love her."

((Holy crap. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j0g_DS... ))

((Oh... sorry... I thought she was sitting down.))

Staccato patted her back gently. He hated seeing people cry. It made him feel terrible. "All right... my secret is..." he looked around to make sure no one else was there. "My secret is I'm always angry. I've gotten so used to it, I can just channel it into a specific action. Like my Fire, or assisting my dad's tailoring."

Staccato's smile disappeared. He crouched down beside her, putting a hand on her shoulder. "Hey, look, I'm sorry. Do you want to know my secret for controlling myself?" If you could have seen his face, the concern would have been obvious.

"You know how they say that the fire comes from breath, right? Well, they're wrong. It comes from something else. Anger. That's why it's so powerful when you're hurt or upset, because you're ANGRY. That's my secret." Staccato looked at Isabelle and grinned. "And I've learned how to control my anger."

Staccato nodded in approval. He waved his arms and summoned a huge wall of fire. It suddenly took shape into a gigantic phoenix, at least twenty feet tall. He made it flap it's wings, and turn around, do a backflip, and finally he made it explode, sending a ginormous wall of flames in all directions.

Staccato nodded. "That's still pretty good..." he grinned as he had an idea. He stood up and made a long stream of fire. He started jumping rope with it. He stopped after about a dozen jumps, then formed the chain into a sword, which he then split in two and started flipping around with(picture the Prince of Persia).

Staccato shrugged and sat beside her. He conjured up a flame in his hand, spinning it around and around. "I guess. But not many 'Fire people' are as versatile with their craft as I," he said as he wound the little fire snake up and around his arm.

((Sorry. I thought I wrote three lines.))

Staccato smiled at Isabelle. "Mind if I sit here?" he asks, indicating the ground next to her. The lights in the distance barely made it to him, and he looked as if he could be the lord of darkness and fire.