Ginger's Not-just-a-Ninjago-quotebook

32: TEASERS!!!

BOOM!  It's a special edition of the quotebook!

Oh oh!  Here we go!  It's teaser time!!!  

(Somewhat edited, because I couldn't wait!  ..So, you're welcome.)  😎

"Lumos's ghost, I thought I'd never shake him!"  Arissa exclaims, flopping down onto the couch beside me, the entire front of her ballgown covered in an extravagant amount of..  Something.

She notices me subtly leaning away from her and chuckles, slapping her stomach in amusement.  Thus doing so, she transfers some of the substance onto the palms of her hands.  She stares at them for a moment, then shrugs and wipes them onto the sides of her dress, where it's slightly cleaner.  "Oh, re-lax, Ev!"  She says, giving me an unladylike snort.  "It's only mud, not that!"  She grabs a cushion and shoves it my way.

I snatch it and hug it tightly against my body.  "Well, go on, then!  What happened?"

Arissa rests her head on her elbows, then leans her chin on my cushion.  Not all at once, mind you.  She keeps inching it forwards, in miniscule increments, like she's Miria's worst earthworm.

As if I wouldn't notice her bouncing her skull up my pillow.

"Off!  You're filthy!!!"  I shoo her a safe distance away (mainly, to the other side of the couch) and settle down as she recounts the rest of last night's events.

And here's another one!

"So this is the blade that once toppled an entire empire."  He holds it with careless ease, swinging it loosely in front of himself.  Then he suddenly tightens his grip on it and spins around, neatly shearing off a lock of my hair with an almost lazy flick of the wrist.

I don't yelp, don't gasp.  Not even a whimper.  I don't even flinch.  Even if I hadn't been trained to keep my reactions in check, I still would have refused to do so.  Not for this madman.

So instead, I smile wordlessly at him and raise my eyebrows with exaggerated amusement.

He frowns, clearly not used to his captives behaving in such a manner when faced with his fear tactics.  He pulls a disgusted grimace and turns away from me.

"If you're not careful, your face will stick like that!"  I call after him mockingly.

That does it.  In about two seconds, he stalks back and looms over me, aggressively grabbing my shoulder and sliding the flat of the blade underneath my chin.  "I wouldn't say things like that if I were you."  He growls.

I grin back at him cheekily.  "Say things like what?"

He sighs and doesn't immediately respond.  Instead, I feel the sword's tip give an almost involuntary twitch.  I jut my head out a little further to compensate.  No way would I stain the blade of our family relic with my own blood, I would rather die.

..Alright, maybe not literally die.

"You would be so much more attractive if you didn't make such a fuss, Miss Mortis."  *Redacted* whispers, his dark eyes flashing.  "You may make a fine wife, even."

"You're the one trying to steal my blade!"  I snap, losing my patience with him but for a moment.  "..And just to be clear, I don't want to be your trophy wife, nor another one of your aimless conquests!"  I spit at him, and he turns his head to the side, making it miss its mark.  "That sword is mine, and I will use it on you the very moment that I am free."  I growl.  "If the ghosts don't get you first, that is."  I tilt my head to the side and laugh.  "Believe me, they can be very vengeful."

His top lip curls slightly as he gazes at me with incredulous eyes.  "Humph.  I can see why you aren't yet betrothed at your age."

"Indeed, what man would have me, an independently thinking woman?"  I fire back.  "Especially one with my kind of spooky power?"  I say, comically adding a tremulous 'Oooh' to my voice for ghostly effect.

Great-grandfather Jakob irritably bangs on the wall of his prison.  "For the last time, I don't do that!!!"  He then sits down onto the floor with a defeated 'ooh.'

*Redacted* ignores him and withdraws the blade, my blade, studying it carefully.  "It doesn't seem very special.  But then again, neither do you."  He gives me a long sideways look, curiosity and knowing now replacing the thinly veiled hostility in his eyes.  "..And look at all that you've been able to accomplish already.  I would be quite foolish to underestimate you, Evelyn."

"Dead right you would be!"

"Hmm...  The blade's balance is perfect, the hilt flawless.  Even the pommel's decoration is precisely centered.  All in all, it may be simplistic in its design, but it is most magnificent in its execution."  He levels the sword at me.  "Which is, I'm afraid, what I must do to you." 

Imma go to sleep now.  (Aka, write more.)  So I'll hopefully talk to you guys soon, I know that I've been slipping in that regard as of late.  Please bear with me, this family's life can get awfully messy, and I'm like that one cleaner who can completely erase evidence of a body being in the hotel room in the first place, sooo...

.................................................

What were we talking about again?

Anyway, I want to release things and finally respond to everyone.  I'm not ignoring you, I promise!  If I haven't answered, it's because

a) I haven't seen the message.  

b) I have had to get off of the computer, thus am physically unable to respond.

c) Because life is evil and wants to give me a coronary.

Thank goodness I've inherited the strength of heart that runs in my late grandfather's side of the family.

I is strong like bull.

..Less stubborn, mind.

Ginger: *Sitting on my chest and very visibly popping up every time my heart beats*  WHEEEEEEE!!!

Lloyd: We need a distraction.
Cole: Is anyone here good at jumping up and down and making weird noises?
Jay, whispering: My time has come.