Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27226023-20151019055431/@comment-27950523-20160315235248

'''((This took me long...way too long to reply to. I deeply apologize. I'm a jerk. I finally got around to writing the reply. Secondly, my new computer isn't compatible with Skype. Or maybe it is I just haven't gotten around to setting it up right. Is there someway I could privately disclose to you my e-mail so we can discuss the idea you have for this RP? I mean, if you still have it course. I'd love to brainstorm with you on this. Again I'm sorry for the extended wait. Inexcuseable. It won't happen again I'll make sure of this))'''



Calli, unaware of Mariya’s sudden advancements on her, felt her fist reflexively clench upon the suddenly being lifted like a small child. She became more tense when the much larger girl’s face contorted, then a sudden laugh belting out. The noise caused Calli’s ears to pin back somewhat as she simply stared up at Mariya with an expression mixing with shock and amusement.

“Is good picture! I don’t like Professor Rumplestiltskin myself; too cruel to younger students”

“Yep,” was all Calli while reminding herself she’d now have to one-up Kitty later. Maybe pick on the Madame Yaga or something…

Well I do have somewhat of a death wish… she mused.

Mariya slapped her shoulder. Hard. Calli almost fell forward but miraculously maintained her balance despite the strong impact.

“Two hundred year detention!!!” Mairya bellowed with an impeccable impersonation of the

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The impersonation’s accuracy was impeccable and Calli couldn’t help but tilt back her head and cackle which eventually evolved into high pitched yips like it always did when the laughter became too much.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">She quickly calmed herself down and breathed deeply lest she get too excited and break her new roomie’s rules of keeping the room clean. Calli had tendencies towards destruction when too excited be it people or things.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Mariya pulled out her own Mirrorpad and scrolled through the pictures, all which caught Callis’ fascination. Random fairytales she didn’t know dawning <span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Frost Giants <span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">hockey uniforms and eating out at places blurred by in a slideshow while Mariya sought the picture she wanted to show. The video caught Calli eyes.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Oh yeah I remember that! Think you can send me that later?” Calli grinned. Then she saw pictures of the lion boy. Mariya explained he was from the “Lily and the Lion”.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Hm,” Calli hummed thoughtfully.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“I met him in detention, after on time vhen I throw snowball at fat Grimm.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">A harsh barking laugh resonated in the room.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Not a hard target to hit I’d imagine.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Mariya handed her the device so she could see more pictures of Konrad. Calli felt her smile grow when she saw Hunter Huntsman sleeping on Konrad’s stomach while in his lion form. A more endearing one followed after, this time with Raven and the boy posing together.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">A cloud suddenly materialized presenting Mariya with a message. The bookball field... <span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">the <span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">same bookball field she wanted for her lacrosse team was being hand over to the future Snow Queen for her ice hockey squad.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Calli’s brow furrowed.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Another message appeared. This one for her. Approving the same field for her lacrosse team.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Calli’s gleaming yellow-green eyes with Mariya’s cold blue ones, easily matching the inner fire within them.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Calli’s mouth pursed before she spoke.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“My, my,” she began cooly. “Isn’t this just a fine coincidence.”

<span style="font-size:14.6667px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;">She lifted her head imperiously.