The Scribe (Inglise keeles)

Emm..ma ei teagi Ma ei tea teistest koolidest midagi. Meil on lihtsalt peagu igal ainel eksam..
Ega need väga rasked eksamid ei ole ka..Ma praegu vaatan siin teadust, ja meile anti leht kus on kõik peatükkid mida me teinud oleme, ja minu arust on neid kudagi vähe :3

Ma arvan, et meil oleksid ka paljudes ainetes sellised suured aastalõpu kontrolltööd, aga õpetajad lihtsalt ie viitsi kõigi nendega, kes kahed saavad jamada. Nii ma vähemalt arvan.
Noh, mõned õpetajad viitsivad, kahjuks. Aga ega needki tööd tavaliselt rasked ole.

Haha. Veab siis :)
Aga ega meil mingi mage kool ei ole jah. Sporditiimid võidavad kogu aeg igast auhindu ja värki :3

Nojah, mõnel lihtsalt läheb hästi
Sul on nüüd kõik eksamid tehtud?

Ja kas uut osa saaks

On küll jah

Haha, mul on kogu aeg plaanis kirjutada, aga kunagi ei leia nagu aega..
Homme mul midagi plaanis ei ole, nii et ma võtan kätte ja kirjutan! :3

Ja see on üks väga hea mõte

Haha. :3

Muhahaha! Kirjutasingi Oli ka aeg..


Felicity was walking in a meadow. Exactly the kind of picturesque meadow you would expect to see in a story book. Full of flowers and miscellaneous creatures. The sun was shining brightly, right on top of her head. Luckily she had on a hat. At least her hair was protected.
She was carrying a piece of paper. The paper had various words written on it. Most likely forming phrases, and sentences. Maybe even paragraphs.
She was reading through it while she walked, seemingly not paying attention to where she was going, although it did seem like she had a destination in mind.
Another thing that she was carrying, was a leather flask, full of a liquid. Most likely water.
When she looked away from the paper, she'd reached the top of a still-quite-grassy hill. There were also some patches on the ground that were made of stone. Might've been a stone floor, once upon a time.
Fee made for one of these patches. The one closest to the edge. She knelt down in front of it, and, after giving the paper another cursory glance, opened the flask and poured it's contents onto the ground. It was, indeed, water.
For a brief moment, she stared at her reflection in the water. She looked quite nice. A-little-bit-further-than-shoulder-length-ish hair. Black. Large green eyes. A sweet button nose. And the hat. The hat was huge. With a pink bow. Yes. Pink...Well.
She blinked as she came back to reality. She had something she had to do.
She swirled her finger around in the water. It created something like a miniature whirlpool. But, when, naturally, it should've stopped, it just kept on going. No intent to stop.
Fee folded up the note neatly. Into an inch by inch square of paper.
Then she dropped it in the water. Just dropped it. No second thought.
What was strange(er) about it, was that when the water had stilled, the paper was gone. Poof. Just..not there anymore.
Straaaaange..
Then came a squawk. A loud one. Coming from somewhere closeby. Fee smiled as she recognised it. She held out her hand and the previously-mentioned eagle landed on it, bearing a medium-sized enevelope. “Good boy..” She cooed as she stroked it. The bird made a noise, that, for a cat, would've been considered purring. Although, he was obviously not a cat..
”Well done Dervish.” Fee smiled as she untied the letter from the bird's foot.
The bird bit her ear affectionately, and took flight again, most likely to search for a good meal for brunch.
As she read the letter, Fee's smile widened. For one thing, about the content of the letter, and also at the uber-polite tone of it.
Well. The plan was going as..planned!

VÄga hea.

See keerulise-nimega-isik on kuidagi...kahtlane, terve see juttu on tegelikult minu jaoks kahtlane, aga tema on nagu ülikahtlane. Kui kellegil on mingi plaan ei tõota see tavalisetl kunagi kellegi jaoks head.

Ja ma kardan, et pean ajutiseks hüvasti jätma, sest mind ei liigu arvatavasti enam selles foorumis enam järgmised...kuu-kaks kuud.

No eks me saame teada Ma ise ei tea ka preagu mitte midagi.. Ma ei tea isegi miks Oliver neid raamatuid kirjutab

Aga see on küll kurb! Tule ikka varsti tagasi! Sinu kommentaare on tore lugeda :)
Aga ega ma ise ka suvel vist väga ei saa arvutis midagi teha Mul on veel see kolimise jama ka veel. Järgmine tükk aega on vist natuke keeruline :3
Igatahes..tule ikka varsti tagasi

Ja ma olen tagasi! Ja mul on väga kiire ja ma pean kohe ära minema!
aga ma annan endast parema, et kuskilt mõne arvutitaga ka edaspidi aega veeta. Ma olen isegi valmis avalikke internetipunkte kasutama. Ugh. 8mis mulle kusjuures üldse ei meeldi)

Kirjuta siis ikka veel!

täna lugesin kõik osad läbi ja väga omapärane, hea on. :)
ootan huviga uut!

No äitah, et lugesid :)

Karolin, Ära endale liiga tee! :3

Ma len nüüd avalikus interneti punktis... *vaatab kahtlustavalt ringi*
Loodan, et jään ellu.

Aga, mis on minu eneseohverdused väärt kui siin ei ole ainsatki uut osa?
Ega ma ei süüdista sind, kes tahakski sellise ilmaga eriti arvutis istuda. (Muide, mis ilm seal-kus-iganes-sa-ka-ei-oleks on?)
Aga ikkagi!

UUT!

Vaesekene Loodame et jäid ikka ellu (:

Vaaabandust.. ._.
Ega ma tegelt muud ei teegi kui istun arvutis :-: Nii palav on ju, mis sa muud ikka teed? (Uskumatul tüütult palav - Kuigi eile oli torm :S Haha) Aga no mis sa teed.. mõtte longab :3 Kui süüdistada tahad siis süüdista ilma!

Palun! Värskelt kirjutatud, ja ainult sulle! No, ja teistele muidugi kaa! (:

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Oliver stood in front of his wardrobe. Well, not so much a wardrobe, as a spare guest room, in which he had thrown all of his clothes on the bed in.
“What to wear, what to wear..” He mumbled, standing with his hands on his hips. This was really quite a pickle. All of his clothes were.. well, so a hundred years ago.
“Maybe we should start with the basics.” He said, chewing his lip. He walked to the other side of the bed and lifted up a .. crystal? .. snow? -clean white shirt on a simple wooden hanger. He hung it on the door and turned around on his heel. A pair of simple brown trousers were next. He quietly contemplated whether to add a vest, or not, but decided on the negative. Blending in to the crowd usually involved wearing simple clothes. His vests were anything but simple..
He picked up the two and carried them to the room next door. The shoe 'cupboard'. This wouldn't be easy.
"Too fancy. Nope.. nuh-uh. Waaay too fancy. Noope.. Are you joking?"
Did he even have anything simple? Something nice and brown? Maybe even slightly comfortable? (He usually kept to thick-soled socks. He didn't exactly get out much, and his shoes were all so uncomfortable..)
He focused on the spot that he'd been staring at for a while now, and to his surprise, found a pair of afore-described shoes. Where had those come from? And why had he ever gotten something with a pink flower sewn into the side of it? Pink was definitely not his thing. Well. Hopefully it wouldn't be too noticeable.
He grabbed them and walked back to the previous room to change. Voila, he'd managed it!

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After he'd made sure to drop his old clothes at the laundry room (he really didn't change clothes all that much) he was out and about!
The first noticeable problem, was to find the correct key.. He had a giHUGIC bunch of keys. And that was an understatement.
He couldn't exactly just leave the door unlocked while he left the house, could he? He wasn't that stupid.
He sat down on the bench that had been kindly set right beside the door, and stared at the bunch of keys. He could vaguely recall what it looked like, but finding it was the hard part.
He observed each key, until he found a.. well, plain medium-sized key. Silver, and nothing interesting about it. He took a while to actually get it off the bunch, and put it in pocket, throwing the rest into a cupboard in the front hall.
Woop! Off he was. (After locking the front door, naturally.)

Now.. where exactly was the village?

*loeb esimest lauset* Aotäh! See oli täpselt mida ma vajasin enne järjekordset lahkumist küll halvast, aga siiski...normaalsest arvutist.

See on tore, et ta endale riideid otsis, aga siiski oleks olnud hea näha, mis juhtuks kui ta saja aasta taguste riietega teele läheks .
See osa oli ainult natuke liiga mitte midagi ütlev-
uut!

Nii! Kirjutasin veel! Vist on kirjutatud ka järgmine osa pärast seda, aga ma pean toda natuke parandama.. (: - Nii et see tuleb ka kiiremas korras. Aga, teate, kui kommentaarite, juhtub kõik palju kiiremini

'The.. something.. jumped. It landed on her, pushing her down into the mud. It's pincer-claws dug right into her eyeballs.When they popped, it spit his eggs into her sockets. Horrible, wriggling maggots emerged, swarming together. It bit into her hair and started pulling her backwards into the hole that he'd arrived from. In a few minutes, everything was in complete silence once more. Though, if your imagination was even under mediocre, you'd most likely be hearing her tortured screams right abooout..now.'

Oliver entered town in a cheerful mood. He'd even started whistling. He'd never known he could whistle..
He'd been thinking, and head-drafting (you know.. drafting? In his head? First draft? It's..mehh) his next book, that he'd now definitely decided would be horror. Don't believe me? Read that above paragraph again! Hah.

Entering the village square was quite a shock for him. Being a man (ish) who'd lived 100 years in a (need I mention, 42-roomed) castle, he wasn't used to crowds. Nope, not so much. And this..could definitely be classified as a crowd. And in some possible situations, a mob. And not a happy one. Let's hope that that won't happen.
He got out that piece of paper from his pocket, that he'd checked about a thousand and four hundred twenty-..eight times by now. One more time, eh!
Yep. His info seemed correct.

He peered up at the shop names, using his hand as a makeshift parasol. Blazing sun, I tell you.
Nice and simple shop names. "Taylor's". "Blacksmyth's". "Butcher's". "Toolshop". Simple. Now where was.. ah, yes! Lovely.

He looked in the window of the destination he'd just arrived at. It looked nice enough. He took a deep breath, hoping that his second close encounter (of the .. third kind, I suppose) of the century went well. Pushing the door open, he entered a brand new dimension

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Üüüü, ägenzz!!!
Uutuutuutuuut.

Hehe. Aitäääh :3

Ah. Mis siin ikka. Järgmine kah! Ega ma ei oska endale hoida asju.. jagamine hea! :3

Darcy põhineb ühel mu sõbral! Võib-olla nimes ja aksendis rohkem kui muus, aga siiski Ega tal vast aksenti ka eriti ei ole :_: Aga ise ta elab seal Inglismaal :3

Cakes. Cakes everywhere. Cakes, cakes, pies, and more cakes. I believe the only word to be said here is 'Wooooaaaa..'.

"Hullo there chap! Haven't seen you around befo', have I? The name's Darcy! Well, actually it's Dustin, but don't tell anyone that, eh?" - Seemed like one of those secrets that it was natural for everyone to know - "So! What can I do you for?"
An unnaturally happy guy, maybe around his mid 20's?, started speaking as soon as he stepped over the mat at the front door. He'd seemed to have been in the middle of decorating some form of pastry, but he dropped everything and ran, as soon as he caught sight of Oliver, wiping his hands on his apron.
He grabbed his hand and shook it heartily, while Oliver was still saying "Uh..."

"'Ey, I'll call my daughters to help you with any pastry-related requests, a'ight? I need to finish that cake! It's a delivery.. Due in an hour!
"Girls!"
That last part wasn't for Oliver - hopefully.. And yes, a moment after, two lovely girls (17? 18? Not so mid-20s any more, are you Darcy?) came from a back room, looking completely and utterly.. the same. The only thing that separated them, was the fact that one wore a skirt, and one trousers - a woman in trousers? That's new.. - Must've been twins! Quite identical they were too.
"This here's Evelyn." Darcy introduced the girl in the skirt, who gave him a bright smile. That smiling thing must've been in the family. "And that's Amilyn." He indicated the other girl. She smiled as well, but didn't seem quite as thrilled to be here.
"Help the lad, would you, girls? I really need to get to that cake!" And thus, he hurried off once more, to the desk he was working at.

"Hiya there! What's your name?" Evelyn piped up right away, looping her arm with his.

"Uuh.." He cleared his throat and tried again. "Oliver.... Crewe. Oliver. Crewe" He scratched the back of his head, blushing just ever so slightly.

"Well hullo there Oliver!" The girl continued. "So, how can we help you?

"Oh. Well. I came because of this.." He fished out the piece of paper from his pocket and showed it to Evelyn.

"Haha. The 2 for 1 pie thing?" Evelyn giggled. "Didn't think anything would come from that! First time we tried sending those out, you know.
"Well, come on!" She said, pulling her towards what could only be called as a tower of pies.. Oliver cast a glance behind him at Amilyn. She followed after them, shoving her hands into her trouser pockets and staring down at the ground. She seemed to make it a point not to look at anyone whatsoever... Was that a blush? Couldn't have been, right?

All the pies were on this strange metal contraption..thing. One that had holders for quite a number of pies. Seemed like a useful invention.

"What flavor are you looking for? See, we have apple, and strawberry and cream and cherry and blueberry. And blackberry! Aand.. Today's special is, lemon meringue! Dad's new recipe that is." Evelyn seemed quite content to be chattering away, even if no one was listening. Not that he wasn't. Of course he was. One hundred percent!

"Oh. Well, I'd like one of the apple.. and I'll have the lemon meringue as well." He decided on an impulse. Apple pie was a classic! And lemon meringue sounded..fascinating.

Evelyn nodded cheerfully, with all the happiness that could be expected, and went to packing the apple pie, while Amilyn headed for the lemon meringue.

Oliver took that moment .. to feel incredibly awkward.

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Kas ma näen ikka õigesti???? *hõõrub silmi*
Jep. Ongi kaks osa ! Jehuuuu!
*loeb ruttu läbi*
Super!
Miks Amily Punastas?
....tegelikult hakkasin ma kirjutama, et oh see lause oli õudsalt hea ja siis too lause oli ka ikka super ja siis tuli meelde veel mitu lauset ning arva ära millise järelduseni ma jõudsin? Sa oskad geniaalselt hästi kirjutada! (mitte, et ma seda enne ei teadnud)


UUT!

Näed näed. Prille igatahes ei tundu vaja olevat!

Mm.. aga äkki me saame seda kunagi teada? Eks näis!

Aa.. aitäh :3 (Nüüd on minu kord punastada )
Kui sa mingeid kirjavigu või midagi näed, siis ütle palun mulle. Ma pole sugugi seda tüüpi inimene kes loeb oma kirjutatu tuhat korda läbi. Ma loen ühe korra, kui sedagi ja siis läheb üles!

Kahjuks ei saa sa kirjavigade ülesse leidmisel minu abile loota, sest ma lülitan nad automaatselt välja. Kui ma neid tähele paneksin ei oleks nii tore lugeda.
Tegelikult on mul prillid juba olemas, niiet neist ei ole ikka pääsu, kahjuks.

Nja, saan aru :3 Kirjutajana püüan ma neid ikka tähele panna.. Aga noh. Juhtub
Mm. Vaesekene.