The Spoiler Zone is still the only place you can discuss KOTW, but while you're doing that, this is a book review that Amazing Phil did on Blue Peter. I used to watch Blue Peter all the time when I was growing up, so it's pretty cool to be featured on it, and I reckon Phil did a fantastic job of grabbing the attention of non-Skulduggery readers.
It's also really nice to catch a few glimpses of Skulduggery himself... I think the exploding pillar thing is EXCELLENT... and it really makes me want a Skulduggery movie even more...
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«Oldest ‹Older 3601 – 3800 of 4876 Newer› Newest»*seethes* He's gonna be dead soon.
I was away with the fairies. Not sure if I actually was, I can't remember.
EEDEEEEEN? EEEDEEEEEEEEEEEEEN? WHEEERE AAARREEE YOOOOU?
Helena. Me? Dead? I hope you don't think... YOU will be the cause of that.
*Tries to regain consciousness* *Fails*
*smiles sweetly* Just you wait.
Oh, yeah, Zath. Whaddaya think of the name Jaden Dark?
...You just destroyed her treehouse.
I reckon you're pretty damn dead.
*Thinks* Eden will be at school
Jaden Dark?
Honestly, I preferred Dylan Silver over all of them.
*Clears Judhipur's mind*
*Tries to breathe but the roots are too tight*
*pounces on Jaden*
WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!?
YOU AREN'T THE ONLY ONE AROUND HERE WITH ELECTRICITY, PUNK!
*grabs his head with both hands and shocks him till he screams*
You- WHAT?
That was.. like... my NOOB name.
I'll be back soon. I must cut fingers. *grins and waves*
Bye!
And that's where the whole 'dead' concept was coming from.
*backs away to a safe distance and stops talking entirely*
*waves to Hel*
*Slowly gets suffocated*
*Thinks* Bye Hel...
*Soul starts drifting away from body*
*Metal covers Sparky's body except for mouth, nose and eyes*
*Walks away from her and strikes lightning at metal*
*Loosens roots*
*mutters*
I was trying to be nice, but doing that isn't helping.
*leaps forward and tackles Dylan to the ground*
*screams*
I ONLY WANTED TOO PROTECT CHESTER, YOU GREAT BUFFOON!
*breathes slowly again*
Zathract, please free me, if you will....
*Gasps, soul comes back into body*
Right...
*gets off him and pulls all the metal off Sparky*
*Brings shadows in and tangles around Mist and throws in to lake*
Please don't.
*Opens eyes, confused*
*gets pulled into the lake*
*speaks underwater*
God mod if you will, Dylan, but I'll play at that game as well if you keep it up.
Metal isn't easily bendable. Just.. unless you transformed in to superman while I was gone, it doesn't make as much sense as you think it does.
*Remembers about hostages and diamonds* *Tries to make self smaller to get out of the roots*
*stumbles out*
HEY!
I'm the only one around here who can throw Zath into the lake!
...
...
*scowls and pulls him out*
There's no point in fighting, mate, we'll never win...
Not against the likes of him.
And yet, you aren't nearly as powerful as you're demonstrating, plus your were God Modding through your entire fight, so I think a little this way's fair.
*Starts wriggling out from beneath the roots*
I suppose not.
*sighs*
Don't worry, we'll get Chester back up...
God mod? No, not at all.
I'm part of an Evolutionary Race.
I'm a Peacekeeper, master of all four regular elements and all four irregular elements (Ice, electricity, metal and darkness)
*Freezes lake*
*Half way out*
Mm, of course you are.
Because why not overpower yourself beyond terms known and experienced as well as something entirely non-Skulduggery related? Makes perfect sense, wouldn't you agree, Sparky?
We're out of the lake, git.
*walks up to Chester and sees his smashed remains*
Why does everyone want to destroy my treehouse?
Those mirrors will never be fixed...
*Pieces of tree move together and form "Chester" again*
You named it? I mean- REALLY?
Forget it, Sarge.
Let's concentrate on fixing Chester...
*Three quarters of the way out*
*scowls at Silver*
MAGIC WILL NOT FIX CHESTER.
PISS OFF.
STAY AWAY FROM CHESTER.
Ah, and you can use The Force as well and pretty much do anything you want. Yes, right, that's all very logical.
Alright. *walks away from Dylan and examines the ruins of Chester*
Great...
Uhh. Um. Well, I must just say, Zath, I'm not PART of the SP universe.
In my book, the Peacekeepers are designed to keep the earth in balance of power.
And, must I say, as if your "Evil side guy" doesn't overpower himself. Same goes for Val's special powers.
Well, lets start with the walls...
*gets out hammer and starts work*
*feels the need to point out how Nagier works*
...
*grabs a wooden plank and lays it down*
*with Zath's help completes work on treehouse*
*admires handywork*
Chester's better!
*picks Zath up in fireman's hold and dumps him on a beanbag*
Coco or coffee?
*grins at the treehouse*
Yay.
Coco, thanks.
*goes into kitchen and turns on kettle*
Oh, wait, one more thing...
*runs around for a moment, then nails a sign on the front of the house saying 'NO GOD MODDER'S PERMITTED~~~ EVER!'*
Much better.
That sign should be used a lot more often...
*nods and walks back into kitchen, and finishes his coco*
Here ya go...
*carries it to him carefully, making sure to not trip on anything*
*takes Coco carefully*
Thanks. Are you having anything?
*Wakes up*
Sorry, I was dreaming I was eating veggie pasta! *Gags* Gross!
Yeah, a coke...
Where did I leave it?
*looks around and trips, landing right in front of Zath*
I, uh, meant to do that...
*gets up and grabs coke from kitchen*
*sits in beanbag next to him*
I wish my house was this cool...
Uh... Why am I on the ground tangled in roots?
Is there anyone who can get me out of here?
*grins*
Sure you did, ya Psych.
*Tilts head* Are you talking to me?
*nods seriously*
Oh, but of course.
*walks in with a finger necklace* *mutters* Just call me Cinderella...
HELLO? CAN ANYONE HEAR ME?!
*Frowns*
Guess not
*shakes head and takes a sip of Coco*
I probably don't need to tell you this, but it would be a bad idea to let Coward anywhere near Chester.
No bears allowed in here.
*Sighs*
*Pouts* *Tries to shimmer away but can't* *Screams in frustration*
Good.
I have to go for now, I'll be back in twenty minutes or so.
Bye!
Bye!
Bye Mist! Oh, and on your way out, would you mind. . .
*growls* *climbs into tree*
Hel, come to my treehouse.
Just don't break anything.
Chained by nature
Sights dimmed
Laying in pasture
Breath thinned
Seeing a savior
Walk right by
Bad behavior
My oh my!
Roots circle my being
Deep green grass beneath
My sight isn't seeing
Death sounds a good relief
I know, I know, I suck at poetry
Is anyone still on?
*climbs into treehouse* Why thank you Sparks. *curtsies*
*yells out of window* You're great at poetry! Stop putting yourself down!
Really? Thanks, I wonder where I got my inspiration from?
*Looks pointedly at the roots wrapped around my body*
Hi Mist! I will give anyone a diamond who frees me!
GRRR! WHY IS EVERYONE IGNORING ME???
*drags Death out of whatever she was stuck in*
Merry Christmas.
I already have diamonds. *motions to pile behind me* See? *grins madly*
Thank you Mist!
*Tackle hugs him to the ground*
Thankyou! Thankyou! Thankyou! Thankyou! Thankyou! Thankyou! Thankyou! Thankyou! Thankyou! Thankyou!
*mutters*
'Welcome.
*gets up and retreats back into the treehouse*
Sparky, still alive?
Mist! You diamond as promised!
*Holds out hand with a massive diamond*
Find a fire flower and shine it through
Then all your wishes will come true!
Right...Thanks.
*takes the diamond and examines it*
I can produce many diamonds! That's why I wanted to get out so bad! I wanted to make sure that Night didn't take me hostage for that purpose!
Dylan doesn't really 'take people hostage'.
He God Mods enough to pretty much have whatever he wants.
He DOES God Mod a lot. It's annoying.
Okay, just making sure, none of you want to take me hostage? When I shimmer, I create these diamonds and they are EXTREMLY rare
No one's taking you hostage.
Guess Sparky left then...
I'm good Death.
Okay, good! Also, no one tell Night that once I am in metal, I can't shimmer away, same with roots!
Won't do.
Thank you! I'll be distant
*swings around on branches*
How is this for a formal dress???
http://www.gownslargesize.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2012/04/S10-BGH-C19097.jpg
I wouldn't know...
*thinks*
I think I need a new image...
Oh my God, I love that dress.
*falls in front of Death*
Give me the link to the website!
Your image is lovely Zath, in case you're thinking that it's bad like your name.
Oh, no, I like the image, it's just old now.
I happen to like all the image's I've ever made for myself. Apparently I'm rather good at it.
You are. You're very good at it.
Sorry, I had to take a shower, Hel, this is the link
http://www.gownslargesize.co.uk/?p=313
Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! *hugs tightly*
Can't... Breathe...
Or this?
http://www.dressesinbuy.com/images/occasion-1/prom_dresses_ML735.jpg
*lets go and skips around giggling*
I prefer the red.
Okay, just visualize a small, petite, brown haired, blue eyed pale girl in them
Than the white.
MSD
Then*
Okay! Thank you!
*Hugs Hel*
No worries, I'd look better in the red though.
Mmm, there is a little black dress that is adorable!
http://images.dressale.com/images/large/5/97805.jpg
It's pretty cute. I prefer the red still though. Also, *laughs* you have to ded.
Night!
Ugh! I don't want to ded,
Okay, I dedicate this page to everything except One Direction!
*Gags*
Night!
Even... *is horrified* BIEBER?!
OH GOOD GOD NO! NOT BEIBER!
*calms down* Phew! Good.
I'm going to sleep. Good night!
At least Beiber can sing.
Don't get me wrong, no way in hell am I a fan, but he can sing. He does everything for his fans and he works hard. People need to start recognizing that and stop slinging shit at him.
One Direction doesn't even write their own songs, though, so balls to them.
Hard rock and heavy metal all the way, though. \m/
See ya, Hel.
Goodnight Hel!
Yeah... No. I don't like either of them. JB because he was only known for his high voice and 1D because they are douches!
*Yawns*
Mist, wanna fight? I'm gonna fall asleep otherwise
Agreed.
And also because I just generally loathe the mainstream music.
What music do you like, Death?
I like rock, metal, gothic rock, a bit of Daft Punk and I LOVE BASSHUNTER!
Hah, awesome.
Basshunter...Band?
Yeah, look up 'Now you're gone'!
It is my fav!
Yay!
*Grabs iPod and starts listening to Daft Punk's Technologic*
Bbs!
Mm...Bit too techno for my taste.
Try this.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6-2jNiVK86A
UltraUMB by Blue Stahli. I actually just listen to pure Metal, but since you seem to like techno as well, try that.
Okay.
Hello, I have returned and seem to be very ill...
I am sorry, I can't look it up right now because I am supposed to be sleeping
Alright, that's fine.
Hope you get better soon.
Well, I'm getting bored, and it seems evident that neither Nix nor Sparky are gonna show up, so I'l depart now.
Adios, Death.
Thanks, I didn't particularly want to throw up on the iPod
*Smirks*
Bye Mist!
*Bows* It was a pleasure making your aquanitince!
I'll be back at 5 Bloglandian time
New blog post, everyone!
Only one thing to say.
Boop.
There once was a man named man.
#ChaseForBook9
A manly man, was man.
#ChaseForBook9
He fought a man, with another man's man.
#ChaseForBook9
And earned the title of Manly Man Man.
#ChaseForBook9
...
*Man
*Man
*nods*
*sits back and waits for applause*
#ChaseForBook9
*clap clap clap*
MINE
MINE
MINE
MINE
(Hehe, Zath..)
(Hullo?)
Zath....*smirks* -Zaf
(Grr J!)
Onwa:*grins at the floating, kissing him hungrily, greedily, making up for lost time*
*traces a sharp nail down his back, inflicting a cut, smirking at the blood*
(Hey everyone)
Not asking you to fight. I'm asking you to help those who are. Provide them with food, shelter, maybe research Erebus' past.
(Hey Aria)
*Trip lays a ring on the table next to him. It is made of a metal of the same dark purple as the energy Trip weaponises. From the design, it's clear it was an engagement ring*
*Trip returns to getting the blood off his floor, making several silent trips to the sink*
*meets Noelle's gaze as she turns to leave* Hello, Noelle.
(*Chuckles evilly*)
Erebus: *Shadows weave through the air around them as he returns all her emotions, relishing the feel of another so much like himself*
*stays silent for a long moment*
. . . No.
No, I refuse.
*starts walking upstairs to the second floor, leaving Tanya in the lobby*
(Trip, that hurts...)
*Straightens her back immediately* Hello... Alastair..
(Erebus and Onwa sitting in xan's tree
k-i-s-s-i-n-g)
(I am back.)
Onwa: *grins at the shadows, sending out energy slithers likewise, allowing them to mingle with the shadows*
*chuckles slightly into the kiss, running her hands over his stomach*
*pushes him away, into a free, slowly floating towards him, manipulating the air to play with her hair*
*smirks*
Still nothing?
*leans comfortably against the wall, the slightest of fond smiles curling his lips* This is an interesting place you've found. What do you think of it?
(*Laughs at Arias song*
Jealous? *winks jokingly*)
(xD Xan's poor tree..
Hey Soph! I replied on the last page I believe..)
(Sorry. But he still has it. It's more about hope, than anything else.)
Erebus: He struggles to keep himself in one piece, he cannot sense what happens outside his own little ball of consciousness
*Floats back towards her, his darkness dancing through the air*
(I'll be distant now.
Good bye.)
(*nods*
I understand.)
(Bye Tanya.)
Bethany: Then I can make some. *she smiles, turning her palm upwards, a melon forming in her hand*
Onwa: *grins, smirking slightly*
Then let's kick it up at notch.
*rushes at him, kissing him hungrily again, using tongue in the kiss*
*spins them and uses the air to push her own back against the tree*
*slips her hands under his shirt again, tracing his chest*
W-what is this? Why...?
*stares at the ring*
(mph)
*Noelle gets the sense that he knows something that she doesn't- most likely, it seems that he has a lifetime of knowledge past hers*
It's a very nice place, I think... Vast, open- sterile, which makes it a little odd, but lovely nonetheless.
*leans against the wall of the main hallway on the second floor*
*teeth gritted, taking slow breaths to calm herself*
*the very thought of it*
*the thought of going out there and fighting*
*legs grow weak*
*slides down the wall to sit on the floor*
(Bye Kas..)
*takes the melon, smiling*
How would you like your fruit?
(*whispers in Clara's ear*
Always was a coward..)
*he says nothing, his general gruff mood saying "figure it out", and keeps cleaning*
Erebus: *Presses her between the tree and his body, running his hands up and down her sides, still kissing her all the while*
Bethany: Just sliced would be nice... *places the melon down and forms a bunch of bananas*
(totally.
*winks back*)
*imagines she can hear Silente's voice echoing in her head*
Echo: Always was a coward . . .
Always . . .
*buries her shaking hands in her hair*
No, no, no! I cannot go out there!
*stands up and storms down the hall, ripping a picture off the wall and smashing it on the way*
I am not a warrior!
*A mailman would arrive at Trip's bar, carrying a thin and flat box* Package for a ... Mr. Castalan?
*so many lifetimes...* *glances over the walls, and the floor* Sterile indeed. I'm impressed it has stayed as clean as it is, actually.
Okay.
*draws a dagger and starts slicing it*
Onwa: *shivers slightly, growling slightly*
*pushes his shirt up more, still kissing back*
*considers just ripping the shirt*
(A voice echoes through her head* Hey, can we psychically taunt Anni now? Sweet!)
(*mocking laughter follows Clara*
A cowardly pirate, a lily livered coward of a landlubber.)
*he gets up and opens the door, his hands and clothes bloody, his face a stormcloud*
Yes?
*Jokingly* Maybe it's magic.
*She still isn't quite aware that everyone can preform magic- so far, she just thinks that there's monsters and stuff*
Shall we leave here? Maybe go on a walk in the snow?
(Alas, Trip, 'tis only in her imagination.)
Bethany: *places down the bananas* I hope Claire is alright...
She will be..she's hand worse..
You still love her..
*Watches him for a moment then finishes mopping*
(Hey, no reason why it doesn't have to happen, eh? :P)
*The mailman steps back, and holds the small package out* It's for you, Sir. From a young Miss Castalan.
(*laughs at Adam* You've STOLEN your tree?! xDDDDDD)
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