Roleplay By Monologues

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Seated on the cliff edge of Aslan's Country was a black-haired lady, beautiful beyond mortal comprehension: BETTER-looking than Naomi Watts. A red-haired lady, also beautiful beyond mortal comprehension, walked up and greeted her warmly, asking, "Are you watching Joseph?"

The black-haired lady smiled back. "Right now I'm watching my grandchildren; but I was watching Joseph a few minutes ago. He still is trying to regain his fitness; but he misses both of us terribly. And he still wonders now and then how it's going to be when he gets up here, with TWO wives to meet him--or three, if he finds and outlives yet another one!"

The red-haired lady laughed. "He'll get over the awkwardness fast when he gets his first shot of THIS--!" And she pointed a finger at the black-haired lady, causing a force-beam of pure joy and happiness to strike her. The black-haired lady joined her laughter, shooting back a beam of equal delight and gladness. There would be nothing crude or silly for Joseph in receiving THIS from two women at the same time.
 
The Snow Queen had to think for a while. Ghost took her by surprise and his words were true. She always took things for granted and if she couldn't get what she wanted she took away the free will of her victims and used her evil tricks and power to get done what she needed.

" Alright, alright! Don't be so mean to me! I still care about Emmett"

" You care about Emmett? No, you don't. If you would care about Emmett you would accept his own choice. He never did anything to you but it was something inside of him that made you desire him. His own will is stronger than any other you have known. But he didn't show any romantic interest towards you. And you know why? Because you forced him. Maybe he could have loved you if you wouldn't have used your evil power and let this so called love turn into madness"

The Snow Queen had to think about that. She did force Emmett to love her by capture him and his brother. But Emmett only felt more dislikes to the evilness of this woman. Ghost wasn't finished yet.

" For the first time in your life you have felt something you never felt before. This crazy little thing called love. But you never knew love before and that's why you decided to use your evil magic on an innoncent person like Emmett. Sure...Emmett has killed a lot of enemies but he had reason to do so. But you didn't have any reason to kill those two brothers. Fortunately the old lady prevended helped them escape. Now speak up.....what are your intentions? What are you plans? Capture him again? Ha! it won't work because your powers aren't even half as they once were. And if you do love Emmett you must change"

The Snow Queen laid on the floor thinking about what she wanted. All glamour and glitter of her famous life didn't seem to be worth anything anymore.
 
Ghost commanded her attention once more, effortlessly scooping her up from the floor like a child, tossing her onto the hotel bed again, and releasing her from the handcuffs.

"In the space-time reality where I existed before now," he told her, "I shared many adventures with a female warrior called Niobe. She and I experienced something else which must be equally foreign to you: FRIENDSHIP. That was within our ability, _even_ in a world which knew nothing of the love and mercy of God. How much _more_ possible where people DO know about Him!

"I have learned plenty in just the time Trinity and I have been in this dimension. Some of it I learned from Emmett, more from his friend Copperfox. If not for what I've learned about kindness and mercy, I would simply have made an end of you tonight, and let you learn your lesson too late in H-ll. But now, I am capable of wishing for your salvation. It is, after all, much like the way we freed minds in the Matrix universe.

"Understand, however, that my mercy to you does not mean you can do whatever you please without consequences. I won't prevent you from trying to see Emmett; maybe he will allow it after all. He's in a Colorado town called Horse-With-No-Name-Ville, one of the places where this Monologues dimension is most firmly dovetailed into the United States. But if you do anything harmful to him or to anyone he cares about....expect to meet ME again, at a moment you can't predict, and with results you _won't_ enjoy at all. If, indeed, Aslan doesn't execute you first."

With that, Ghost was gone, so swiftly that the Snow Queen wasn't entirely sure he didn't have magic powers of his own.

Hours later, when it was morning and she set foot outside the hotel, the deflated sorceress was almost knocked down by a horse that was walking right along the sidewalk. The horse's rider was a self-absorbed 13-year-old girl, playing at being on a quest of life-and-death importance. The Snow Queen suddenly saw herself on that horse, wearing that same vacant facial expression. For she had been a child once; NOT being eternal God, she had had a beginning. And somewhere back there, she had _chosen_ to commit herself to complete selfishness...a selfishness which had remained undisturbed until the day she saw two warrior-brothers in Wonderland, facing her monsters to protect people they didn't even know.

Maybe it _wasn't_ too late to change. Maybe Aslan had let her live, when He could have crushed her like an insect, because He knew she _could_ still be redeemed.
 
Meanwhile (according to posting by a 15-year-old girl who thought Melissa Etheridge was cool):

Xeena and Gabreile wur in a majic kanoo that coud travvel in owter spase. A blakk whole got in thair wey, so Xeena karaty choped it intwo lots uv blakk dots.
 
The snow queen was thinking about her life and how she felt into a world of tricks and spells. She saw another girl on a flying horse and this girl was whacking birds and smiled with an evil pleasure. This girl vanished before her eyes and the snow queen looked back at the time when she started to use the evil she just learned. She thought this would bring her pleasure to do evil tricks but in the end it had brought her nothing than loneliness and her only true friend seemed to be the little skua who develloped as her messenger. Now she realized the skua had never betrayed her. Not even when she slammed it when she got angry. Memories of darkness and evil-doing filled her mind. She looked up to the sky. Why was she so afraid of Aslan? He didn't kill her so he must have felt there was still hope. Maybe he had given her another chance.
The snow queen headed forward to Colorado
 
Leo of Etruria repelled the invasions of the Barbarian Kings, a soccer team from LA, then persuaded Attila the Hun not to march on Rome, thus assuring that democracy would continue on for a time longer. Despite his association with soccer, Leo was later made Pope, then canonized a saint on the Roman church's liturgical calendar: Leo the Great.
 
OOC: Vanessa is trying in good faith to advance the Cowboy-Meets-Barely-Human-Girl plotline, but has been frustrated by the constant forum choke-ups. Therefore I am stepping in for her, to write a transitional entry which will not spoil for her any of the real character-playing we hope to bring off between Emmett and his--SWEETHEART??????????????????????

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The Snow Queen hired a private jet to fly her to Pueblo, Colorado, the nearest regular airport location to her destination of Horse-With-No-Name-Ville. From Pueblo she planned to use whatever transport worked best: bus, helicopter, whatever.

But first she had to get away from where she was.

Reporters mobbed her at the airport before she could reach her charter plane, firing salvoes of questions like: "Is it true that you're stealing Brad Pitt from Angelina Jolie?" and "Is it true that you're actually Naomi Watts?" She was doubting whether she would ever have a private moment with Emmett if she DID find him...

...when abruptly, the men directly in front of her suddenly went pale as sheets, eyes turning round as saucers. They were seeing something behind her that scared them. Before "Queenie" could turn to look, turning became unnecessary--as an earth-shaking roar made it only too clear Whom the reporters were seeing. Still, as the pests trampled on each other in their panicky stampede to escape, the downfallen Snow Queen did turn, in hopeless dread...

...to face the God-Lion, Aslan.

"No, please, please," she begged, sinking to her knees as her eyes filled with tears; the tears were not ONLY from a selfish fear of dying, as up till recently would have been the case. "Not now, not when I've just begun to understand! I swear it, I was really starting to see the truth! Please don't kill me, not so close to changing--please!" Sobbing in the grief of thinking she would miss her chance by so small a margin, she covered her face with her hands and waited for death.

But instead of death, something like a spring breeze caressed her hair. When she opened her eyes again, the Lion's face was only inches from hers; but instead of a sentence of death in His eyes, she saw only a tranquil, watchful goodwill.

"I said that I would slay you....OR accept your unconditional surrender," Aslan reminded her in a voice deeper than deep magic. "You look to Me like someone surrendering. I cannot yet call you My daughter; but you are on your way to what you need to become. Therefore I give you My promise that you shall NOT die without having all the opportunity you need to arrive at the full understanding, the complete regeneration. Go to your airplane, and seek the man you seek, for he is My servant. Before you reach him, I will already have made him aware of your coming."

The sorceress-turned-celebrity trembled afresh. "But...will he let me speak to him?"

"I shall instruct him to give you a hearing. But how he receives what he hears will depend, of course, on what you choose to say...and on whether you mean it." Those words were scarcely finished before Aslan faded from view. The Snow Queen, shaking but now more hopeful, rose to her feet.

Aslan had let her live.

And He had said that Emmett would listen to her!!!
 
Meanwhile, the thirteen-year-old role player who was still recuperating at the hospital was thinking about what to name the prince charming she was inventing (which she herself was going to play so as to order him around with impunity). Several names came to her head including "Aw E Some, Hand Some, Won Der Fuller, Minto Messwith, and other ridiculous names. But no matter what name she picked, everyone will know him as Wuss, or Henpecked or simply henpeckewuss.
 
The peak lunch period was past at the Original Gunslinger Steakhouse. More than one customer had asked Emmett when the dancefloor was going to be unveiled; he could only tell them that there was just one more thing to be done, and then it would be ready. Privately, he wondered whether the dancer Copperfox had recruited had been scared off by the political intimidation campaign that was building against the old sailor.

When he was free to do so, Emmett went in turn to the two separate locations where he and Jake kept their two shotguns hidden during business hours, inspecting each weapon and its loads. He and Jake always had spare shells in their pockets.

The small room in which they kept one gun, the one given by lady Inkling, also had a small TV set in it. This television suddenly turned itself on when Emmett came near. The screen was filled with the image of Aslan, Who spoke to the gunslinger:

"Emmett, My son, you will not need a firearm for what is coming within the next 24 hours; but you will need to be filled with My Spirit..."
 
Seeing that an ongoing plot arc IS developing here despite the mission statement of randomness and contradiction, the 15-year-old Melissa Etheridge fan attempts to take over this plot according to her own taste, writing:


But then the Snwo Kween heers the voyce of Muther Gaiiia teling her, "yuu cant let sume mael lion boss yuu arownd!! Go bak thare and shhow him sum gurl powre!" So the Snow Kueen kils Aslun with a kaaraty kikc then she gose to Coldraodo and kils Emet and Jaek and so she gets to be Kween ov the youniverse and she callls it the ME-niverss


Even the 13-year-old girl who was in the hospital scorns that post when she sees it--only for the spelling, though, not for the feminist revisionism.
 
OOC: you, er, I mean, the 15-year old Melissa Etheridge fan, did a real fine job there, of getting this plot back off track. But perhaps you, er, she forgot to write all in lower case and use all the emoticons associated with such a post-er! So allow me to assist, if I may.
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Bat-Bat tracks down the obnoxious 15-year-old girl, and by "reversing the polarity" on his own confusion-power, projects LITERACY into her head! The girl is so embarrassed at being indebted to a MALE for something, that she finds herself actually THINKING as an unexpected reaction. Thinking can lead to all sorts of surprises; in her case, it leads the girl to realize that her own father isn't so bad, either.
 
Wondering into the thread Mark Knopfler saw all the wuss princes that the 13 year old girls had made up. Bat-Bat of course was there, although at the moment he was out of Mark's sight and he heard this from Mark:

"Look at them yo-yos."

"That's the way you do it," Bat-Bat thought."

Mark continues:

"You play your guitar on your MTV.
Now, that ain't working."

Bat-Bat:
"That's the way you do it."

Mark:
"Them guys are dumb.
Maybe get a blister on their little finger,
Maybe get a blister on their thumb.
They shoulda learned to play the guitar
They shoulda learned to play them drums
And they're up there, what's that? Hawaiian noises?
Bangin' on the bongoes like a chimpanzees."


And the Monologues thread gets taken to court for using copyrighted material, but the lawsuit is summarily dismissed when the defense shows irrefutable evidence that Mark was actually in the thread and that it was HE the one who had uttered those words.

No one could find Bat-Bat to serve him a subpoena to testify.
 
"Coming?" echoes Emmett to the Lion speaking from his television set. "What, Lord, You mean that she-snake IS comin' here?"

"I see you trying to suppress thoughts of revenge," says Aslan. "That is good, My son, although 'she-snake' is a _charitable_ term for what she has been before now. But you do not need to pretend that she somehow has been in the _right_ all this time, nor that you and Jake were in the wrong to oppose her. That is a point of confusion in too many church pulpits, talking as if the word 'forgiveness' meant _approval_ of an _unrepentant_ wrongdoer! And approval is what the Snow Queen would have been expecting, stupidly, if she had been able to meet you upon first beginning her new career in this dimension. But now she has begun to glimpse that light which you would have shown her in Wonderland if you had been given the chance. Therefore, you both can and should give her a chance to speak to you. For now, she has admitted to herself that she _does_ deserve your hatred; and contrition is a vital part of rendering a soul worthy to be loved."

Emmett sputtered. "To be _loved?_ Now, just a minute, Lord, You ain't sayin', You _can't_ be sayin', You want ME to...to...Oh, no, Aslan, don't ask me to do THAT!"

"I do not ask you at this time to do 'that,' " Aslan assured him, almost chuckling. "But I do ask you to make her understand MY love. What else may follow from doing so, will be seen when it is time to see it."
 
The door opened and a conga-line of thirty-five hedgehogs began working its way through the room, much to the consternation of those who pointed to the "NO HEDGEHOGS" sign, a little white square with a prickly-looking silhouette, a red circle and slash.

"I thought it meant 'no extreme hairstyles'" said one customer to his mate.
"Nah, it means 'don't try to eat the meatloaf with chopsticks'" said the other.

"But today's special is pancakes, yesterday was meatloaf!" another one protested.

"Now all of you pipe down," a waiter growled. "You can see that there 'hog in the sign ain't dancin'...it obviously means no non-dancin' single hedgehogs, and these little fellas are doin' a right fine conga!"

In the kitchen an entire row of multi-slot toasters all popped up at once sending the staff shrieking out into the restaurant lobby.
 
Seeing that Primsong, a woman, has made reference to a KITCHEN in a roleplay post, several dozen 13-year-old girls take time out from their vicarious horseback riding to send PM's. In these, they solemnly tell Primsong that she is obviously an exploited, mousy domestic slave to the patriarchal establishment, and she needs to awaken to empowerment and self-realization by riding a horse on a solitary quest that no man is allowed to have any part in.
 
The Xena fan who imagined Xena and Gabrielle in a space-canoe, seeing that MGG-Took came on and left again _without_ posting anything about the Snow Queen, grabs the opportunity to write an OOC entry about what she thinks _ought_ to happen in the impending encounter with Emmett:


Emmet iz cleerly an unenlytened primative kapitalitsic wite male. His shootign thos poor snow beests in Wunderland revaeled his biguted speeshies prejudise. Its al becuase of infrior linerar male thinkign. He neds to have the grate wisdam of the Snou Quen to giude him. She shuld tell him he has to throw awey his guns and nevur figt anyon agen becuase thats Xeenas job. If Emmet apolojizes to the Snoy Queen for braking her snowgloab, then she shuld fourgive him and maryy him if he will do all the dishez and also slepe on the dinign room tabel anytime she wans him to. If the Snow Quen is pateint with him, probalby Emmet will finaly qwit worshippign Aslan and worshup the Erth Mother lik he supposd to in the sirkle of life.
 
Taking advantage of Nessa's prolonged absence, yet another would-be roleplay-wrecker tries to say that the vampires slain by the superhero Grey Eagle come back to life and turn Emmett and Jake into vampires too. But Bat-Bat puts a stop to this attempt to ruin everything before it can get started.
 
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