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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Though it would be nice not to be scared...
It's cool! There's no easy way up besides flying of some sorts, the lowest branch is at least 30 feet above ground.
But you can turn into a raven, right?
*she begins to walk in the direction of her tree house*
Ah. Stupid is as stupid does.
*doesn't know what it means, but says it anyway*
*follows after her, skipping*
I can. I can turn into lots of different things.
*Dugglyn has no idea what that mean as well*
Oh cool!
What are some examples?
*she joins Raven in skipping*
I like skipping. I don't like shopping. Chopping dirt doesn't hurt.
Skipping is fun.
(It may take me a little while to reply, I have to get ready for bed.)
Well, i can trun into a tree. Useful right? And squirrels and pigs and cows and I'm a shapeshifter.
*stops for a moment*
Yeah. So basically stuff that I can remember seeing.
Skipping is fun. I like shopping for flowers. I've never chopped dirt.
*smiles* It is.
*runs to catch back up*
Ok, it's actually pretty cool that you can turn into a tree. Even if it's not useful.
*Dugglyn stops before a huge tree near the lake*
*about 60-100 feet up (she's never been good at estimating) is a large tree house, spread throughout the branches with different levels*
*there is a porch overlooking the lake with a hammock*
Here we are!
You can just fly up to the porch!
*she turns into mist and floats up through the branches, solidifying on the porch*
(Soy that took so long!)
(It's okay, I'm just sitting in dad's office at work.)
Thank you.
*looks at the treehouse*
*follows after the mist after shifting into a raven*
*shifts back and stands next to Dugglyn*
It looks amazing! And the lake is so pretty.
*From the corner of the treehouse, a shadow watches*
(And with that cliffhanger I bid you goodnight.)
Thanks!
And I know, it is.
I love it up here.
*she gazes across the lake, frowning at a couple of zombies before turning the other way*
*they can't get up here*
Would you like to go inside? Do you want any food or drink?
(Aww...! Bye J!)
( Goodnight J. Your shadow...Erebus' shadow is watching us while you sleep. Creeeeeeepy.)
*didn't see the zombies and was a little confused when Dugglyn frowns*
Yes please.
*walks inside*
Um...do you have an apple? Or like some sort of fruit?
(Brb, I have to help my dad with something for a minute.)
(Gtg, soy!)
(Bye Dugglyn! Have a good night!)
(Hello.)
Bethany: Which would make me a better parent - letting her go or making her stay?
(Hi..)
*chews lip*
I..You have to find the middle ground..
(Hello, Silente. *hugs her tightly*)
Bethany: What do you mean?
(*hugs tightly back*)
If you restrict your child you're a bad parent..but you can't just let them run wild..
(Are you alright?)
Bethany: That'd be fair enough with a normal child... But Claire kills people.
(Sleepy..vaguely worried..not so bad I guess..)
I know ..but if you tell her not to you'll force her away..
Bethany: And I don't want that either...
I know..it's..hard, but you have to try find that middle ground..
Bethany: Okay... I'll try. Do you think that's enough fruit? We could always pick some from the mango tree...
*laughs*
I'm sure a bunch of Apple's, bananas and a whole sliced melon will be fine..
Bethany: Yes. I suppose it will be enough. *she smiles* I love you.
I love you too Beth.
*smiles, slipping her arms round Beth's waist gently*
Picnic time?
Bethany: *she smiles, pressing against her* *she nods* That'd be nice... But you're having some of this fruit, too. I won't be able to finish it all.
*smiles*
Okay. That's fair I guess. Cant be wasting food.
Bethany: When you were with Claire before... Why didn't you try and stop her?
I did.
Bethany: And I believe humans say, "If you can't beat them, join them"?
Yup. Pretty much. I couldn't beat her so I joined her, to keep her safe..
Bethany: Okay... Then you left her because you cared about her and now you've decided to adopt her?
Pretty much..I left because I didn't want her to get attached to me..then she came here again and, yeah.
*smiles*
Now we have a beautiful if slightly violent adopted daughter..
Bethany: I suppose we do. *she smiles* Do you want to get a container for the fruit whilst I get a blanket?
Okay.
*roots through the cupboards*
Bethany: *walks towards the bedroom*
*gets containers, starring to pack the fruit up*
*finds a basket*
Bethany: *she quickly finds a blanket and brings it back to the kitchen* Is this alright to sit on?
*looks at the blanket and smiles*
Perfect.
*carefully layers up the food at the bottom of the basket*
Bethany: *she smiles, waiting to put the blanket on top*
Okay. Blanket.
*steps slightly to the side to make room*
Bethany: *she carefully places the blanket on top* That was fun. I like doing things normally.
(I have to go now. Goodbye. *hugs Silente tightly*)
*smiles*
It's not so bad I guess.
(Bye! *hugs tightly back*)
So Alice knows, Loki has strict orders not to touch Cara unless you and Adra are okay with it.-Zaf
(Hey, Zaffy!)
(Am I really insane? :/)
You're probably not as insane as me, Tia. :P
I can be pretty crazy when no one's watching.
*is also not here*
(*will be here in 10 minutes*
Hello.)
(Maths is weird and stupid.)
(Oh, yeah, because presenting the answer as a fraction will change everything.
Nope.
So 10÷3=nope)
(...)
(*wonders what kinds of things Sophia is learning*)
Hello?
*wants to write, but has no idea what she should write about*
Everything's gotten boring...
*tries thinking up a new idea, then realizes that the idea is also boring*
*tries to think up a new one*
(Hey, Hope! How are you?
(Do you know any other languages?)
Oh my, if the next Mass Effect turns out to be like Guardians of the Galaxy + Ocean's Eleven... oh my...)
I'm okay. You?
I'm trying to study Korean, but it's a lot harder. Especially pronouncing. Korean and Japanese are kinda opposites. Reading and writing Korean is easy, but those are hard to do in Japanese. I only know basic phrases and a lot of random words.
(Ah, okay! That's cool :)
Oh, but Korean and Japanese have similar words. Like tofu in Korean is tubu. There are a lot of other words, but I might start confusing you.
Also, Japanese and Korean have similar grammar. I envy Japanese people who study Korean... They have it easier than English speaking people...
포도- (poh-doh), grape. (Boo-doh, Japanese pronoun citation)
*facepalms*
*pronunciation
*laughs*
Orange is the same in both languages. :P
(*wonders if he should learn another language*)
Midnight, I should probably get to sleep... Sorry Tia.
*hugs*
*hesitates a moment before going, thinking about something*
*shakes her head and poofs*
(*hugs sleepy Hope*
Good night...)
(Hello.)
Hey hey hey!!
(Hello, Dugglyn.)
(Just saw the Bourne Identity in Morrisons' "Family DVDs" section)
(Hey Sophia and Duggy!
How are you two doing today?)
(I am depressed, yourself?)
(Hello Sophia, Dugglyn, Kas)
Purple Sophia! How be's yous and yous eyes?! I like your hairstyle!
Yo Tia! How be's yous and yous eyes?!
(Hello, Ariadne.)
(Aaaaaaaaand here. Ish. Maybe. Depends on how responsible I feel.)
(Hey, Aria! Email!)
(I have already said how I am, but my eyes are fine, Dugglyn. However there is nothing special about my hair.)
(Hello Silente)
(Your hair is lovely Soph.
Hey Aria.)
(*tightly hugs Jaimie who is awesome*
*buries his head in her head and doesn't say anything*)
(here!
WE ARE ON THE AMAZING PHIL POST!!)
(*hugs kas tightly back, gently rubbing his back*
You okay..?)
*the Midnight Hotel stands with its windows boarded up, and TRESPASSERS WILL BE EXSANGUINATED signs staked out in front*
*behind the door, the symbols carved hither and thither all over the Hotel are all glowing vibrantly*
*on the door, the carpet, the window sills, the ceiling*
*and particularly all over the desk*
*she hoped it would not have to come to this*
*she finishes packing her Gladstone bag, and begins to sort through it, checking that it’s all there*
*a box of tea*
*a rolled-up towel, tied with a black cord*
*a slim volume of useful wards and sigils*
*a roll of duct tape*
*a pack of moist towelettes*
*a switchblade*
*a deck of cards*
*some money*
*a bag of spare bullets*
*and a thick, blank notebook*
*the revolver is hooked into her shoulder holster*
*she’s never worn a shoulder holster before*
*it’s quite uncomfortable*
*puts on a long overcoat and some sturdy boots before slowly ascending the stairs to the second floor*
*and standing before the old clock in the hallway*
*takes a deep breath, and prepares to run*
*spins the hands on the clock as violently as she can*
*the Hotel begins to rumble and shake, and she’s already running down the stairs as fast as her legs can carry her*
*past the desk*
*through the lobby*
*and out the door*
*tumbles onto the grass as the Midnight Hotel collapses into the ground, vanishing without a trace*
(Hello, Silente. *hugs her tightly*)
(Hello, Clara.
No, Silente, it is not.)
(Greetings, Blogland! How fare you all?)
*very slowly pushes self into a kneeling position*
*checks body for injuries and clothes for smudges*
*none*
*stands up*
*brushes self off*
*looks around at the world, and at the empty place where the Hotel used to be*
*feels a sudden and bone-chilling feeling of helplessness*
(No! Not the hotel!)
(Hello Clara)
(Hey Soph. *hugs tightly back*
Clara .. :( )
(Clara, no! :c
Always better with you around, Jai...)
(Guys, we're really far back now...should I maybe make a blog so that when this one fills up, we can comment on it?)
*takes a deep breath*
*exhales*
*the Hotel is gone, somewhere*
*not even Clara knows where*
*and therefore, it's potential as a weapon is safe from Erebus*
*sets off walking across the grass, in the direction of town*
Bethany: Are we ready?
(@Aria I already have one, just private at the moment.)
(how art everyone?)
*begins to feel more and more nervous as she approaches town*
*it's so very rare that she ventures out of the Hotel*
*stops for a moment*
*takes a deep breath and composes self, trying to set the fear aside and put it away*
*but still*
*it's still there*
*how can one not be afraid?*
*to be without magic in a world of sorcerers?*
We are.
*smiles, taking Beth's hand and the basket*
(Hey Chloe)
(I dedicate to snow)
*is exhausted after walking so far*
*and after such a long stretch of grass, the sight of buildings on every side is a welcome comfort*
*leans against a lamp post and breathes heavily, trying to get her heart rate to go down*
Passing Stranger: Are you okay?
It's . . . fine . . . just . . . that was a really long walk . . .
Stranger: From where?
*mutely jerks thumb over shoulder*
Stranger: . . . That hill?
*nods*
Stranger: That hill is less than a mile away.
*nods*
Stranger: *shakes head bemusedly*
Wow. You really are helpless.
*keeps walking*
*sits down on a park bench and scowls*
Bethany: *holds her hand, squeezing gently* *starts to walk towards the door*
(Hear hear!)
*tackles Clara to the ground*
What did you do!?
I tell you to use the hotel to accommodate and cater for the people who are fighting Erebus, and you hide it? You damn coward!
(food BRB)
*digs into pocket and removes an old business card*
*it's peeling at the edges, and was clearly made by hand*
*sighs heavily*
*stands up*
*sets out in search of the man*
*he works nearby, if she can recall correctly*
*there should be an old garage nearby*
*before she can make it to the garage, she is suddenly tackled*
*slams an elbow violently into Tanya's face*
Off me! Off me at once!
*starts kicking*
(Are there currently any people attempting to fight Erebus? I withdrew my characters from the roleplay as I became bored of it.)
(Hear Hear
*cries because she doesn't have snow*)
*aims her gun at Clara*
Got anything to say for yourself, coward?
(that awkward moment when you are listening to 'come up and try my new parts' and your dad walks in XD)
*draws revolver*
*points it between Tanya's eyes*
*they are now at a stalemate*
*through gritted teeth* The Hotel is one of the most potently magical building in Blogland, and has the potential to become a siege engine or a juggernaut. In the hands of one infected with Erebus's shadows, it could do untold damage to sorcerers and civilians alike. I had to hide it. There was no other choice. Do you think that if there was any other recourse, I would have chosen this one?
*buildings
(XD)
We could have used that damn hotel. A coward like you doesn't even deserve it!
(for those who don't know what im on about
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WpZGR_Q0MuA)
You're right!
I do not deserve it, and I do not have it anymore!
So what use is there in arguing about it, eh?
If you think so little of me, then kill me now, like I would kill you if Erebus would let me.
(Hi. :) )
(Dragona Pine! You look lovely today.)
(Dragon! how art thou?)
(UM CLARA HOW WOULD YOU KNOW? 0_0
I'm good thanks, Chloe. You?)
(Hey, Dragona.)
(*smacks Clara with her revolver*)
*restrains herself*
*sighs*
Look, Erebus can end this world. Being able to rapidly shift our forces, use the hotel as a field hospital... we need it.
We really, really need it.
(OH MY GOD IT'S BEEN AGES SINCE I'VE ACTUALLY HAD A ROLEPLAY AND I WANNAAAAA.)
(Because penguins always look lovely. In their little tuxedos and such.)
Well, I'm afraid it's too late for that.
*clambers to her feet, still keeping the revolver trained at Tanya*
The Hotel is gone. Even I do not know where it went.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go to a garage.
*bites her thumb at Tanya*
*turns*
*and continues walking down the sidewalk*
(Hello Dragona)
(It isn't wearing a tuxedo. :P It's got a pistol, and an Omni-tool, and the N7 logo, and a santa hat.
It's a Christmas Mass Effect penguin. :P)
(Hey Ariadne. :) How are you?)
(*is distant because...stuff.*)
(Feel free to join in, Dragona. There's a lot of terrible things happening and everyone is suspicious and afraid.
It's fun!)
(im gooooooood)
(I'm ok, you?)
(Because of Erebus and stuff which Sophia seems to have become bored from? :P
Yep, I'll join in. One moment. Trying to figure out which character to use because I don't have MANY.
I don't even have Dragona (but he's under construction!)
So... On that note... It has to be between Cabader or Grindor Blackout.
SO I'm going to pick Cabader.
Because he's fun.
NOW.)
Cabader: *flies down without slowing, landing in a crouch* *the impact causes a small crater in the ground around him*
(Ooh, yes, I can tell that he's going to be fun.)
*checks the business card again*
*stops at the intersection between two roadways*
*ponders for a moment, and then turns left*
(I'm good, thanks. :) )
(Oh ok Sil)
*follows her having put away her gun*
Maybe you're okay with the state of the last few battles, maybe you're happy with being Erebus' little toy, but I intend to at least TRY to save every single person in the universe.
If you betray us, oh... *chuckles*
See you around.
*turns to leave*
(has anyone seen the devils carnival?)
(Dragona! *tacklehugs*)
Cabader: *walks up to Clara and Tanya* Hello.
(Nope, Chloe.
Hey, Gem.)
Sup, New Blood?
(I have not, Inky. I only saw Repo, which was by the same people.)
*stops walking*
*the garage is right there, but she doesn't approach it yet*
I could have betrayed you.
I could have . . . and would have . . . willingly worked for Erebus. He would've given me my power back. I wouldn't have been . . .
*bitterly*
. . . pathetic.
But I didn't, because I allowed your words about heroism and nobility to influence me.
This is why I do not like to be influenced.
(hey Gem!
its good ^^)
(Hey Chione. How are you? :)
OH AND FOR THE ROLEPLAY PURPOSES CABADER IS LIKE A MAN BUT HE WEARS A MOTORBIKE HELMET AND CLOTHING AND THE LIKE. He also has a tinted visor.
Because there's nothing BEHIND the visor. But y'know.)
*glances at Cabader*
Greetings, sir, welcome to the-
*stops*
*begins again*
How may I-
*stops*
*begins again*
Hullo.
Cabader: I have been here previously. You have not been here, however, during my last visit. My attention has simply been turned here. I presume you know why?
(and repo is awesome !
this is from the devils carnival
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_vy6MTq2P9g)
Our fine Bloglandian cuisine?
The marvelous architecture?
Or perhaps the impending armageddon brought about by Erebus?
(Hey Chloe, Kas, Dragona
Omg Dragona I miss you so much...honestly I'm so fed up of Sophia xD)
(how art thou Gem?)
Cabader: I do not eat, therefore I would not come here for the food.
Architecture is of no interest to me.
So yes, him.
*rushes forwards and hugs Clara*
I'll get you your hotel back!
*shadow-walks away*
(@Clara Phone battery... 5%. Must go. Good bye!)
(I'm...shit. You, Chloe?)
(You complain about me every time he arrives, Chione.)
(Goodbye, Tanya.)
Then we are here for the same reason, good sir. Walk with me. I will not ask your name if you do not ask mine.
*sets off down the sidewalk, towards the garage*
(I have to live with her on a daily basis. :P It isn't good. :P)
Cabader: *follows her* I believe it would be wise to exchange names. Although I do not engage in pleasantries, it may be useful for future reference. I am Cabader. Consider me an unpaid mercenary.
(Shut up Sophia. I'm sick and fed up of you. I love Dragona. He was one of the first people I met on the blog. He's like the complete opposite from you.
*sighs and leaves*)
*arrives at the garage and enters the main office, approaching the counter*
If we must, Cabader. I am CLARA L. CROWLEY.
*that last is said quite loudly, and the man behind the counter looks suddenly concerned*
*he checks his clipboard, then hurries into the back room*
*removes the business card from pocket and places it on the counter*
If you are a mercenary, then perhaps you would find more luck speaking with someone else. My financial situation is less than stellar of late, not to mention my attempt to limit the threat I may post to society. I believe that hiring you would make me a significant threat indeed, if I am to judge by your shadowy and mysterious appearance.
(I simply do not care whether you are sick or fed up of me. My reason for being here has nothing to do with you, and neither will you change the fact that I am here.
Goodbye, Chione.)
(*stumbles into a wall*)
(Oh... bye, Chione. :/)
Cabader: I did say unpaid. Money does not matter to me. What does, matter, however, is the continuation of life as you know it. Therefore I decided to use... certain abilities I gained after my death in 1944.
(Watch out for those walls, Velvet. They'll sneak up on you if you're not careful. :P)
(Hello, Velvet.)
(*looks at the people saying my name confused*)
(Hi Velvet)
(I think I need a soundtrack for my history coursework... Just finding which one.)
Good. There are few people combatting Erebus's regime. I'm glad there are more.
*the man returns from the back room, a set of keys in his hand*
*sets them on the counter*
Guy: Eh, we weren't expecting you back.
Yes, I know.
Guy: It's been years.
I am aware of that.
*takes the keys*
You kept it in good condition? I'm going to need it until this whole thing blows over.
Guy: Uh, yeah. It's fine. And we put some new sigils on it to polish it up and the like.
Thank you. I'll be returning it when I'm done. Hopefully I won't need it for too long.
Where is it?
Guy: The parking lot . . .
Thank you.
*exits the garage*
(*stands up and faces the wall* *runs into it and falls over backwards*)
Cabader: *keeps following* I assumed there would be more. He is hardly inconspicuous - I heard about it all the way in Brazil. I immediately flew here.
(*stares curiously at the wall*)
*bitterly* His inconspicuousness stretches to outright taunting, controlling, and violence. He has been slowly corrupting members of the resistance . . . and those who had no intention of resisting . . . and holding them captive as useless, enthralled puppets.
Ah. There it is.
*walks across the parking lot and stops beside a beautiful vintage motorcycle, painted in rich tan and outfitted with chocolate-brown leather*
My old mode of transportation, before the Hotel.
*her lip curls at it*
I was hoping I wouldn't have to see it again.
(*Is just sitting watching youtube videos*)
(*sits down confused with my brain* *decides cake might make it better*)
(*is doing history coursework about Catharism*)
Cabader: I believe he will not find me as easy to take care of. *he draws a knife, stabbing it against his chest* *the knife bends*
*straddles the motorcycle*
Erebus preys not on the body, but the mind. I hope you have a mind as strong as your skin.
*carefully lays a hand on the right handlebar, and all over the motorcycle, sigils begin to glow golden*
*removes hand, and the sigils face away*
*nods in satisfaction*
Cabader: I technically have no mind to control, Ms. Crowley, already being dead. I believe I shall trail your motorcycle from the air. It will allow me to get a view of the surrounding area.
(*walks back in with a slice of chocolate cake in hand* *takes a bite and shakes head* *throws cake behind me onto the wall* How is everyone?)
(I'm good, you?)
(*returns*
Hello.)
*wonders how to find the hotel*
(Hey Tia. :) )
It will be no use trailing me. I have no earthly idea where I shall go, or what I shall do, and I shall likely end up circling the outskirts of town endlessly, avoiding the main conflict of the fighting.
*taps two fingers to the ignition*
*a sigil flares, and the motorcycle roars to life*
(Welcome back, Tanya.)
(I'm brain dead Dragona, a stupid teacher tried teaching us computer science and base numbers and now my brain is exploding! Apart from that I'm great thanks!
Hello Tia!)
Kayleigh: *sees Tanya and walks up to her* Hi... Penny for your thoughts?
*steps in front of Clara's motorbike*
Please, Clara. Help me find the Hotel.
*scowls*
*hands tense on the handlebars*
I.
Cannot.
Help.
You.
I do not know where the Hotel is, nor do I know how to find it!
Now out of my way, you try my patience!
Cabader: I, meanwhile, intend to be in the middle of it. It has been nice talking to you, Ms. Crowley. I wish you luck wherever you may end up. *holds his hands at his sides, facing outwards* *clicks his fingers and fire comes out of his hands in a jet* *the visor of his helmet glows orange and he lifts into the air, jets of fire also coming from his feet*
Anita: We could have used that hotel. I'll start looking for it. I've got a plan already. Let's go to the bunker, I'll explain.
*stares, wide-eyed, as Cabader lifts off and soars into the Heavens*
. . . Goodness, that fellow is cool.
Kayleigh: *claps hands* A plan? Delightful! I have one too! *follows Anita to the bunker*
Sure. See you around, Clara.
*walks off, not meeting Clara's gaze*
*nods in satisfaction*
Good.
*pulls out of the parking lot and turns sharply into the road*
Cabader: *he stops flying upwards at several hundred metres height, hovering* *he gazes down at Blogland, surveying the area*
Quite the view, isn't it, Cabader?
*begins circling the block*
*checks her watch*
*almost time*
Cabader: *turns, seeing Erebus* It is indeed. I rather think it would be even more pleasant without the threat of impending doom. *blades slide out from his wrist, and a machine gun from his forearm* *aims his machine gun at Erebus* A threat I plan to put to an end.
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