Courarine City
A little dratini wiggled her way through the air, keeping low to the ground where it was easier to stay afloat and easier to avoid being seen. She quickly snaked her way underneath a bench, the tiny dratini peaking out, ear-fins brushing up against the bottom of the bench haphazardly.
<...>
Dratini!Valorie was out and about.
I dropped out of school to become a pokemon master, but then they pulled me right back in to get my doctorate!Coumarine City
Herbert: ...Am I really that pitiful that you feel obliged to stick with me even when I do nothing but mope and insult you?
Herbert's Mindscape, The Manor
-Unfortunately for Samantha, there is suddenly nothing to cling to. After a moment, the lights start to flicker back on, and whilst the corridor appears to be unchanged Yellow!Herbert is nowhere to be seen. One of the doors along the corridor starts rattling slightly, as if some invisible figure were trying to open it, and from behind it faint, wavering and almost ethereal singing can be heard.-
edited 20th Apr '14 6:39:40 AM by Herbert40k
Coumarine City
Fortis: Cuddly and cute, yes you are! I wish I had ribbons like these!
Mezzo: Um...
Sunny: <Oh! Pi's back!>
Hotel Marine Snow
Forte: Oh, that should be easy. I can just use Shadow again.
-in the background, Shadow is levitating Forte's laptop out of Fireball's reach-
Fireball: -jumps at it- <Come on!>
Shadow: <I'm not letting you touch it.>
Do not fear power... fear those who wield it.Herbert's Mindscape
-Samantha gasps-
Who's there?
Coumarine
-Tinpthed perches on Ever's nose, staring at Gattaca as cheerfully as she can-
< Albums
2001: 11:11 2002: Songs 2004: Soviet Kitsch 2006: Begin to Hope 2009: Far 2012: What We Saw from the Cheap Seats
Awards and nominations Year Association Category Nominated work Result 2006 Shortlist Music Prize Shortlist Music Prize Begin to Hope Nominated 2012 MTV Video Music Awards Best Art Direction "All the Rowboats" Nominated 2014 Grammy Award Best Song Written for Visual Media "You've Got Time" Nominated References The grave diggers getting stuck in the machine Picking getting slim, slimmer I hear them say my name Regin-ah, regin-ah, regin-a-ah Yes I'm putting the boulder to my ear And I still can't hear Whadya think I was an amateur Playin' with my temperature... If I hear another song about angels If I see another feather on the dumb-box I'm gonna go to Babylon and get me some whiskey Gonna go to Babylon and get me some whiskey now... If I hear another song about angels If I see another feather on the dumb-box I'm gonna go to Babylon and get me some whiskey Oh get me some whiskey, get me some whisky, get me some whiskey now My name is Lucille and I know how you feel I live downstairs I hear you taking out your garbage I hear you loving your girlfriend I hear you loving yourself too I hear you flushing your toliet I hear you turning your thoughts off I turn mine off too The only thing I hear is you And you don't sound nice and you don't sound right And you don't sound good and you don't sound right My name is Lucille and I know how you feel I live downstairs I hear you taking out your garbage I hear you loving your girlfriend I hear you loving yourself too I hear you turning your thoughts off Oh, I hear you turning your thoughts off And it get's quiet... Pavlov's daughter woke up in the morning Heard the bell ring And something deep inside of her made her want to salivate So she lay there drooling on her pillow So she lay there, the sun skimming her skin, And, and...drooling on her pillow Pavlov's daughter And it was far away and hazy like a dream Not a dream, not a dream, But the ocean, not the ocean, But forever... The grave diggers getting stuck in the machine Picking getting slim, slimmer I hear them say my name Regin-ah, regin-ah, regin-a-ah Yes I'm putting the boulder to my ear And I still can't hear Whadya think I was an amateur Playin' with my temperature... If I hear another song about angels If I see another feather on the dumb-box I'm gonna go to Babylon and get me some whiskey Gonna go to Babylon and get me some whiskey now... If I hear another song about angels If I see another feather on the dumb-box I'm gonna go to Babylon and get me some whiskey Oh get me some whiskey, get me some whisky, get me some whiskey now My name is Lucille and I know how you feel I live downstairs I hear you taking out your garbage I hear you loving your girlfriend I hear you loving yourself too I hear you turning your thoughts off I hear you turning your thoughts off And I turn mine off too The only thing I hear is you And you don't sound nice and you don't sound right And you don't sound good and you don't sound right My name is Lucille and I know how you feel I live downstairs I hear you taking out your garbage I hear you loving your girlfriend I hear you loving yourself too I hear you turning your thoughts off I hear you turning your thoughts off It get's quiet... As quiet as an ambulance checking out the neighborhood, Waiting for the blade to slip and that final blow, But nothing happens, it's a cruel joke As ironic as a ticker tape parade over the rain forest, As ironic as a ticker tape parade over my head, As ironic as a ticker tape parade over my head Going down stream... To where...it isn't... even... real...rain... at...all...>
edited 19th Feb '14 4:11:25 PM by ILoveDogs
Herbert's Mindscape
-Samantha continues to yell-
Who are you? Answer immediately!
Coumarine
-Tinpthed looks to Gattaca-
<Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.>
Coumarine City
-Herbert sighs.-
Herbert: Easy for you to say. What do you get out this relationship, huh? I get advice, Aura lessons, an emotional crutch to lean on whenever I need it... whilst the only reason you still put up with me is because you're obliged to...
Herbert's Mindscape, The Manor
-A weak, faltering voice comes from the other side of the door.-
???: P-please... d-don't h-hurt me...
Coumarine City
"<Herbert, you've saved my life, if you were just a burden that wouldn't have happened. I've said it many times already, you're my friend, I'm not doing this out of obligation. Sure, I feel like you're my responsability now, but that doesn't mean I just see you as someone I have to take care of. You're a friend. I respect you. Is it so hard to accept it?>"
Coumarine City
-Herbert stars off into the middle distance, a rather lost expression on his face.-
Herbert: ...It'd be easier to accept if I could just understand why.
Herbert's Mindscape, The Manor
???: But you will. They all d-do. They make me t-think that they're my f-friends, and then they turn against me and betray me l-leave me broken and bloodied in some d-dark corner...
-The voice, whilst still weak and faltering, appears to be stuttering less.-

Coumarine City
Duke sighs "<Again, I'm not just going to ditch you like that. I did say you could vent on me if you wanted.>"