((Shad, um.... the pole can only go up to clicking two times, no farther.  How could it have clicked three times for her? o_o;

And it's not fair that i'm making Crystal not always get perfect things, she misses a few times. D:  Both you (Shad) and Wilboykubbi are making their characters always hit and do graceful things.

I find it unfair, so if that will happen then i'll just make Crystal powerful and edit my other post and make her have never missed and got all perfect, and i'll add the word 'graceful' or 'gracefully' to describe her movements. :/

Sorry if I overreacted, i'm stressed out from school. T.T"))

((It's. Just. One. Stupid. Mistake. Let it go. Better to rant about it later than right away. Sheesh. Just because she hit it three times in a row once, doesn't mean she'll do it every single time. So fine, overreact, do whatever you want, I'm not stopping you. You know nothing will come out of it. I don't think school is all that stressful. If you are stressed, then either don't play or don't take it out on other people. It's that simple. 

And, when did you quit capitalizing?))

((Well, sorry. T.T"  It's not my fault i'm like that. :/))

((How about you?  When you complain over some little thing?  You do that yourself, and yet you're still complaining. :/

And okay, so you have your own problems?  Well too bad, they're not just gonna magically disappear.  I have my own problems too, you know, and are they disappearing? T.T"

And you know what else, we should just stop complaining before we get this rp locked. ;c)) 

((Well, I don't think you're ceasing your complaints either.

Pfft. We are just too stubborn. 8c May the high and mighty and holy and superior and godlike magic roll of toilet paper have mercy.)) 

((Oh whatever, lets just continue the rp. :P

And Crystal is like, getting tortured by the school's equipment.  The school equipment is just that dangerous. xD))

Crystal kept her grip on the spike, afraid of falling down onto the spikes.  Great.  Just great, Crystal.  Nice going; now you're hanging onto some spike hoping that someone will come and help you.  Just try to fly away, let go of the spike and fly.  But no matter how much she tried, she was too scared to loosen her grip even the slightest bit.  But no one can hold onto something forever; her arms were already getting tired.

"Come on!" She yelled at herself.  She had to try again  "Okay, on the count to three.  One, two, THREE!" She let go, and was falling again screaming.  If she didn't do something quick she would hit the spikes.  She started to flap her wings, and she could feel herself getting pulled up.  But she wasn't flapping hard enough, it was just enough to slow down her falling.  She felt a sharp pain in her leg, and let out a high-pitched scream.  The crimson liquid was pouring out, and soon her arm had the same fate.

She hit the ground, but with both arms, kept her head from hitting the ground.  One arm was badly wounded, the other mildly scraped on some parts and had a cut near her wrist.  One leg had a huge wound that had blood gushing out of it, and the other also with a huge wound, except slightly smaller than the other.

She moaned in pain, and held her legs with her arm that was the least injured.  Her back and wings had managed to stay unharmed; she had fell with her back facing upward.  She had kept her stomach and face from hitting the ground with her arms, so they weren't injured either.  And her hands, they were terribly injured.  They stung badly, with blood pouring out from many parts of it.

She felt herself getting weaker and weaker, and tried to remember some faerie healing spells she had learned.  She didn't know many, and had mastered few, so the choices were scarce.  She finally thought of which to do, she would use the spell that helps temporarily stop the blood from gushing out of the wound.  Weakly, she cried out the words to the spell.

She felt a little relieved, but the pain was still terrible.  She moaned again, and tried to think of another spell.  No wait, instead of thinking of spells shouldn't she try to use her faerie healing magic?  She weakly created healing sparkles ((I just realized how kiddish that sounds xD)), and sprinkled them on all her wounds except for the arm that was holding the sparkles.  The wounds seemed to slowly fade away and heal, leaving only a few minor scrapes.  Most of her blood was returned to her, too.  She created more with that same mildly injured arm, and sprinkled the sparkles on her wounds.  They fully recovered, and all her blood was back.  Then with her now-healed arm, she healed her other arm.

"That was..... pathetic." She sighed.  "Someone like me falling like that, just.... pathetic." She got up, and brushed the dirt of her.  Yes, spikes were on the ground, but not in every spot.  She was standing in a spot with no spikes.  Stepping over the spikes, Crystal couldn't help feeling terrible embaras.sed as to what just happened.  When she was out of that 'terror course', which was now her new nickname for it, she sighed in relief. 

((Gosh Inna. xD

And post naow omg. ;c)) 

Taylor whipped her head around at the sound of someone screaming. She took off running and felt the top half of her body almost melt down as paws hit the ground. She gave another burst of speed, finding herself in her wolf form. She skidded to a stop and peered down the edge to the flying obstacle course. Crystal was wading her way through the sea of spikes and Taylor could smell blood in the air. She morphed back into her human form, keeping her ears and her tail, of course. She glanced at her back and closed her eyes. She squeezed her eyes tightly as she concentrated on black raven wings. When she opened her eyes, they were big enough to support her and jjust how she imagined them.

"I'm getting better at this." She said confidentally and leaped into the pit. She unfurled her wings and the air caught them while her stomach practially flopped in the air. This is going to take some getting used to. She thought to herself and coasted down toward Crystal. With a series of small flaps, her dark wings allowed her to touch the ground gently. Taylor folded them against her back, not wanting to depart with them yet.

"Hey, Crystal. Are you okay?" She asked.