Story w00t.

[Dante]

I call Antenora Antenora because she prefers it, although currently I'm calling her by a different name due to the 667 masquerade.

"E." said:

I'm closer than you might think.

Good.

[i.]

E. said:

I think when you joined I was either "Little Miss Nobody" or "Evil Counselor". Amea was Ila/Aqueous Martini/A-measles.

Blast, after hunting through Greetings to find my thread I learned to my dismay I had not quoted you anywhere in it, as I thought. However, I do remember you had a picture of space in your signature, which doesn't help much, but I remembered it.

D. said:

I call Antenora Antenora because she prefers it, although currently I'm calling her by a different name due to the 667 masquerade.

How did the masquerade originate? I just joined up without much prior knowledge because other people were doing it. *Sheep*

[Amber]

"D." said:

How did the masquerade originate? I just joined up without much prior knowledge because other people were doing it. *Sheep*

Yes same question.

I'm going to write some later. I'm just not inspired.

I need something to inspire me.

[Dante]

We were talking about Wizard masquerading as an FBI agent, and I suggested that we have our own masquerade to lighten the mood, and went off to get a mask. Then Antenora came up with the idea of using initials, and let me borrow it.

[i.]

D. said:

We were talking about Wizard masquerading as an FBI agent.

Where? Oh, I know where, in your little moderating place, with the evilness and the gossiping and the *Professor Frink noise, something like glaovin!*

Amber, think big flaming hammers smashing people and things.

[Amber]

Char had got news of Ashley’s failure, as she was waiting into the next-door house. She didn’t want to get hit with something heavy so she slumped away. Not so secretly as she peered in Dante’s windows for about 20 minutes.
Dante knew exactly who was outside the window. And he managed to piece together what was happening, through some super-clever-wow-powers he had. He put on a coat, pushed his long red hair over his shoulders and went outside, for the first time in years. He was headed to the bus station and then the airport.
Char followed him, again, not too discretely, hiding around corners, wile blatantly peering round the corners.
Dante was, once again, aware of the not so subtle stalker.
Sam was at home waiting for the post, he was sat under the (I’ve forgotten what it is called,) hole in the door in which one puts letters through. He had fallen asleep for awhile and was awoken with all the post falling and hitting him squarely on the head.
Three were addressed to him, one was a bill, One was junk mail and one was a plane ticket to the US, he didn’t look at where about the place was in the US. He was looking at the plain piece of paper that had fallen out of the envelope. It had two words written on it in plain writing.
“Free beer”.
Sam packed his bags and left for the airport.



Eh.

[Dante]

"For the first time in years." It's hilariously accurate.

I also like that I am all-knowing and all-seeing. It's as it should be.

[no-one]

yay

i'm on my way to beer

[ersatzbeatrice]

"D." said:

"For the first time in years."

Indeed hilarious. ;D

[Dante]

I'm not bumping this.

It's a paradox.

Edit: No, wait, it's not paradoxical, it's just stupid.

Please do continue with the story, Z.

[Antenora]

Please do write more. I like this story quite a lot, and I think you've portrayed me accurately. (It's no fun when fanfic writers portray you inaccurately.)

[ersatzbeatrice]

Yes, we do love your story!! I wanna say 'new chapter w00t'!

[Amber]

Wowie, update.

It's not like I forgot or anything.

Ahem.

Dante didn’t know where he was going, but he knew his ‘stalker’ did, so he lost her at the airport, and then followed her. It was quite difficult to lose her as his long red hair was quite recognizable from a distance. He had to sit down with his back to a wall and watch her as she walked past.
“Tables turned now Char.” He thought and smiled to himself.
Dante realised he had done something stupid; he had lost Char, and had no idea of where he was going. He felt quietly ashamed of himself and vowed to do something about his situation. He tripped over a pile of suitcases and felt even more ashamed, it was more shame-embarrassment. He jumped as the suitcases apologised,
“Srory ‘bout that din’t raely knoe I wsa in teh way.”
Dante’s nose wrinkled as the smell of drunken tramp wafted over from the ‘suitcase man’
“Do I knoe you? I kenw smoene who has long hiar like you’res. Dante he wsa, I tihnk.”
After covering his nose and mouth from the smell and taste of drunk in the air Dante was surprised, somewhat relieved, and a little bit more embarrassed to realise he knew the drunken tramp suitcase man.
“Sam?” He said, uncovering his mouth for a second.
“That’s me.” The drunk said.
“Uhh, no offence meant but why are you here?” Dante had gotten used to the smell and uncovered his face not to make Sam feel bad.
“I got a ntoe and tckiets so I just cmae her” Sam garbled.
It took Dante a little while to register what Sam had said. Before he could answer Sam returned the question.
“So, wyh our you heer?”
“Err, I was followed and I am going to see Antenora.” Dante made up his reason, before realising it was true.
“Who follwoed you?” Sam mumbled.
“Char.” Dante whispered.
Sam pointed to his ear,
“Sorry mate, can’t hear you.”
Dante tried louder.
“Char”
Sam shook his head and what looked like a small rodent flew out of his hair and ear.
“Can you try agian?”
“CHAR” Dante bellowed, making people turn round and stare at the long fiery haired youngster sat on the floor next to what looked like a pile of suitcases, and smelt like a tramp.
“No need to shout, think it what was in my hair that was blocking my hearing.”
“Sam why did you have a rodent in your ear?” Dante questioned.
“A rodent? Oh that. I fell asellp in my mael on the plane, and you knoe what airplnae food is like, it looks like anything predigested and thron back up on a plate.”
Dante had never been on a plane so didn’t know if what Sam had said was true or not.
“Do uyo knoe where Antenora lvies?” Sam asked?
“Uhh, no not really but the next flight is ti Princetown, new Jersey, let’s go there.” Dante said looking at the screen above him.
Suddenly a row of red lights ran down the side of the flight destinations and times.
“Bugger” Sam mumbled,
“Typical, all flights cancelled, you really can’t trust anything in Britain.”
He kicked a bench and it fell over


I think this one is a bit rubbish but whatever.
EDIT: Shock horror, I spelt Britain wrong, probably because I'm tired.

[Antenora]

An interesting chapter. I like BSam's drunken dialog--it looks just like his posts when he's drunk.

Just in case you were planning to kill off D, don't kill him off. Even if you weren't, don't.

[Amber]

Antenora said:

An interesting chapter. I like BSam's drunken dialog--it looks just like his posts when he's drunk.

Just in case you were planning to kill off D, don't kill him off. Even if you weren't, don't.

Oh no, I wouldn't anyway.

I think I'm going to try and write another chapter before I go to bed.