iCarly rp
You wake up in the morning you’re not in your bed. Not in your room. You’re not even sure if you’re in your house. You look around the room & you see over you the best sight you could possibly imagine to ever see in your life.Carly Shay
Not a poster, but the actual girl, Carly herself. The rest of the gang slowly piles into the room, smiling at you as though you were a confused child, separated from its mother.
“Hi. I’m Carly Shay.”
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Sam threw a bone at the wall.
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Laila laughs a bit, “You’re never gonna stop are you? Oh well, that’s just part of you.” Laila grins and sits down in front of the door opening, deciding to take a nap or something.
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“Thank you”, she said to the other other girl, then took another swig.
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“…..welcome…” Laila yawned before napping on the floor, she could go to sleep anywhere, how worrying.
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“Aye, well what am i doin, er anyhow”, she said softly finishing the soda.
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With a noise like tearing cloth, a jagged rift of light crashed open in the middle of the room. The swirling vortex, making a sound like a whirlpool of tortured souls, issued forth a myriad lights of all colours, an intense blast of air filling the room with an unearthly heat. Emerging from the chaos, a grand longsword of blackened steel hovered up and out. The rift closed below it with a crack, leaving behind naught but the sword and a black scorch-mark across the floor’s surface.
The sword was long, a thick, heavy thing closer to a slab of metal that would have taken even a strong warrior both hands to lift. It was carved with magic signs and gave an ominous air, hovering in place tip-down. A strange eye opened in the cross-guard, a diamond of exceptional quality with a cat-like pupil in its centre. It swept this way and that, surveying the mess of this new world. Fresh faces meant treacherous ground, fertile ground. The sword regarded all with scrutiny, taking deep note of each amd every one.
<b>WHO DARES SUMMON ME, TURMKLIGNE, THE TOWER BLADE, ANCIENT WIZARD-WEAPON OF LEGEND?</b>
A voice boomed across the minds of all in the room, a telepathic message heard as a voice most impressive to its beholder. A pressure surrounded both the blade and its voice – it held power, that much was certain.
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Laila grumbled from her spot on the floor and stared at the sword with narrow eyes. Suddenly two chicken bones hit the sword as Laila grumbled, “Stop making so much noise!” Laila turned around and closed her eyes, going back to sleep now that everyone shut up.
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*Dusty dropped the bottle and jumped back as it shattered*”Tiarna leanbh losa! (lord baby jesus)”, she exclaimed at the sight of the floating sword.”Why is dere a diadhal (devil) sword!”, she said fearfully.
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Laila turned to Dust with sleepy eyes, :Whatcha mean by *yawn* that? Why you talkin’ ’bout a sword?”
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” Ta Fecking sword right Dere!”, she exclaimed ducking under the bar that separated the kitchen from the living room.
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Laila looked at Dusty like she was crazy, “Meh…go to sleep. Plus its just a sword, what are you flipping out about?” Laila still laid on the floor, too lazy to get up.
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*Dusty looked back at her as if she was Crazy, then looked to Carley*”why did oi wake up here!”, she said freaked out by the sword.
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Chicken bones! The fools throw their wasteful scraps at the deadly blade, one bouncing off the harsh metal and the other wedging itself in the psychic flotation ring–
CURSES!The spinning ring on the sword’s hilt stops, chicken bone wedged cleanly through the centre in what many would identify as the greatest chicken-bone-throw in history. The sword dropped to the ground, embedding itself halfway through the floor.
ACCURSED ONE! YOU SHALL PAY FOR YOUR INSOLENCE! WHICH OF YOU MORTAL FOOLS DARES TO– YOU! AND YOU SIT SLEEPING? I’LL BURN THIS WHOLE PLACE DOWN!
A dark circle surrounds the blade, eldritch whispers at the edge of hearing filling the minds of all those in the area. The room grows warmer, warmer, the blade seeming to glow from within, until-
pssshhhhhSparks fizzle along the edge of the blade, the heat in the room dropping back to a fine room-temp. The eye on the blade spins around, full of rage.
CUURRSSEEESSSS! it shrieks. The blade slides slightly further down into the floor. Any further and it’s likely to crash straight through.
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Laila jerked awake and looked at the sword, watching as it sank more into the ground and screaming its hilt(?) off. “So you’re not crazy after all…..that….is….so…cool! This is just like Excalibur!” Laila stood up and approached the sword with an admiring eye, “What else can you do?”
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I CAN TEAR YOU LIMB FROM LIMB, MORTAL, JUST AS SOON AS I BREAK THIS MAGIC-BIND.
The sword rattled and shook in place, the little chicken bone holding its own against the flotation ring. Every shake sent the sword slightly closer to the ground, nearing the point where the blade would merely crash through the floor and keep going to whatever was below. Turmkligne reconsidered its options.
OR I COULD GRANT YOU … GREAT POWER, RICHES, ANYTHING YOUR MORTAL MIND COULD DREAM OF … ALL YOU MUST DO IS TO HOLD ME ALOFT IN YOUR HANDS! YOU WOULD BE THE GREATEST … WHATEVER IT IS YOU WANT TO BE THE GREATEST OF.