First, let's get some bad news out of the way... errr... you're going to have to wait just a FEW more days for the Tanith cover...
(notmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfault)
Ahem.
This probably won't make you feel ANY better about the delay, but it's looking amazing right now. We still have to get the colour just right (because this was an unplanned addition to the series, it's kind of thrown our title-colour scheme up into the air...) but it's looking beautiful. Tanith looks like a total BAMF.
Middle of next week. DEFINITELY.
Hopefully.
The good news is, I've finished writing it. I finished yesterday and sent it off. Right now, before the editing process begins, it is 54,000 words long. That's fifty-four THOUSAND.
It was MEANT to be roughly twice the size of The End Of The World, which came in at something like 17,000 words. So when I started I was looking at a quick 36,000 word novella that I'd bang out between the end of the KOTW tour and the beginning of writing Book 8, giving me loads of time to relax and take it easy.
And it was going fine, it really was. I had Tanith and Sanguine, and they'd recruited their team of villains, and the story was rattling along and everything was cool... and then I introduced a team of good guys as well. So we have Dexter Vex and Frightening Jones and a few new characters, including the Monster Hunters (two guys I've been trying to find a place for in the regular books) and Saracen Rue. Saracen is the only surviving member of the Dead Men that we haven't met yet, and it was just so much fun writing them all that the word count kind of... ran off, dragging me behind it.
It was MEANT to be a little sliver of a book. Now it's practically two-thirds the length of Book One.
The things I do for you people, I swear...
The "Can Your School Get More Awesome?" competition is still going strong over at the Skulduggery website. The ingenuity on display is something to behold, with many of you using both social AND mainstream media (local papers, radio stations) to garner as many votes as possible. Have to say, I'm impressed at the imagination being displayed- there are some real smart cookies out there. There a few schools that are practically guaranteed to be in the top ten, there are plenty more who have established themselves as challengers, and then there are the schools with only a few votes. And to the people who put forward THOSE schools, I have to ask- how does it feel to be so utterly cool? How does it feel to be the only one in your area with enough good taste to vote? You are shining lights, you truly are.
I'm just looking at some of the photos... I love that the Bishopston school in Swansea and Heathcote School and a few others have sent us photos of the school crest- I have no idea how Tom would have drawn Skulduggery in THOSE photos but it would have been fun to see him try...
And St Annes in Shankill, who supplied an arial view... Dammit, if this had been voted for, Tom could have drawn Valkyrie plummeting from the sky and Skulduggery swooping in to save her. Argh! The potential for coolness would have been astronomical!
Let's see, what else... Skulduggery and Val would have looked awesome in the corridor of Holy Family Senior School in Ennis... and they have skeletons in St Matthews!... imagine Val abseiling down the side of Carterton Community College... or Skulduggery walking up the stairs of Selly Park Technology College for Girls... the dogs in Gabbinbar State School in Toowoomba (you don't have to look up Toowoomba to know it's in Australia, do you?) would have been able to chew on poor Skulduggery's leg... awww and I've just seen the picture from Invicta Grammar School with all the girls in army fatigues- I'd have loved to have visited there... I'm pretty sure that's a picture of Camilla visiting Brookside Primary School- so Val would have looked pretty cheeky pulling a face behind her back... and she would have fit right in with the girls from Oakmeeds Community College... Skulduggery would have been so proud to stand in amongst everyone in Scarborough College... then we have Skulduggery himself in Brentwood Ursuline Convent HS... and I'd have loved to have visited Hitchin Girls School, if only so I could have made a load of jokes about hitchin' girls...
Voting is still going on, so you've all got plenty of time left. Once we have the top ten, it'll be up to me to pick the photo that would lead to the best Skulduggery pic and then we'll have our winner. But the effort all of you have gone to is just hilariously impressive...
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It's in the negatives this morning. And no late start. And snowy. *Facepalm*
I wish it snowed here.
;-;
(())
I seem to have returned...
Ah, I don't. :p it usually goes that way. You wish it cold, when hot, wish it hot when cold
Hello, Hemlock!
Hello Dark.
(Oh, uh, I feel it best if I apologised to you, Aiden. Like, all the conflict that happened when we first met. I was just trying to impress everyone... I'm sorry. I didn't really have a brain back then... :( ))
No, don't apologise. I quite enjoyed ripping your cheeks off.
No, don't apologise. I quite enjoyed ripping your cheeks off.
We can see Venus this morning... I can't stop thinking about that song, either. *Thinks for a moment*
-
*Adra is sitting around the fire with a blanket, waiting for the sunrise*
(No, that was coming from Rose... I was reading trough some of my first comments ad felt like crap after... Sorry...)
(Also, it's a bugger I can't wear this to the Venetian opera.
http://m.ebay.com.au/itm/191023462503?nav=SEARCH&sbk=1
))
(Oh, it's okay, Rose. :))
And I'll quite enjoy ripping your cheeks off again.
That is a rather pretty dress.
-
*She presses her hands closer to the flames, huddling close*
*Hums*
(Thanks...))
Tsk, tsk, tsk. Pitch, would it be wise of you to abuse the one person who knows the location of Miss Rose? She may not have long to live. *He chuckled again and tosses the letter at Pitch's feet*
(The whereabouts of Rose... Ah, well, she got kidnapped. No one really bothered noticing about it.))
You do forget so easily, Hemlock. I already know where Rose is.
I do not, however, know how to get there.
*He chuckles again, this time lower and darker* Only two men in this world know how to get there. An interesting, a recently deceased man, and myself. I do not need to give you information about where she is. I can just let her bleed out in peace. Well, peace for me. She probably is still screaming and cursing my name.
I am bound to her. I will not let her die.
And neither will Judhipor.
That is really quite something. *He says it with no interest, leaning back against a tree and pulling out a cigarette. He coughs onto the end, lighting it up and takes a log drag* She is not quite as stable as she was. I am very surprised she hasn't died from those injuries as of yet. *By the end of his words, his voice is nearly inaudible* Mr Pitch, if you are bound to her, do you feel what she feels? All that pain? All the fear? *He laughs* It truly is intoxicating.
No, I do not.
You clearly do not realise who Judhipor is.
And if you do,
What have you done to her?
*She puts her hand on her belly and,shockingly, feels lime thing move* *Amazed, she looks down, and laughs a few times* Well hi there to you too, little one
Adra, will you be on ibuprofen whilst in labor?
I advise you do, the vision of your child's birth seems to be with great remorse.
Oh, you miss out on too much. *He takes another drag, the smoke of the cigarette mixing with the smoke that he breathes out* And I am aware of Judhipor, I have prepared myself for the likes of her. She's contained, fighting and screaming in that poor girl's head... *A smile flickers onto his lips* I have done too little, in my opinion. Torture for a girl like that is a Sunday night walk. She can pull through almost anything I throw at her. Stab wounds, broken bones, ruptured organs... That little wretch is too strong.
*Glances up* hi- didn't see you there. Probably.
Judhipor is her corrupt second soul, her evil twin. I don't even need to go to Rose to save her. I only need Judhipor.
-lightning strikes once more, leaving nothing in its wake-
I wish for access to the Souls of Earth, my Gods.
We grant you access, Pitch.
-I walk in, searching for the soul of Judhipor-
*Looks over her shoulder, a wince at the sound* Jeez, that's loud..
What are you doing!? Let me out goddamn it!! *More unintelligible screams echo inside her head
*Death tries her best to ignore it, she knows she can't let Judhipor free, even if she wanted to* Let me out of here now!!
-I find the soul of Judhipor, evil at the core, but good at heart. Created only to protect Death Rose. I put one hand on my forehead, and one on the soul-
Be free, Judhipor. Save Rose.
(You don't have to go along with it if you don't want to, Rose, they're your characters. :))
*Her screams stop and Death finds it in her to stop to. She pushes on the wall that had stopped them before and it crumbles like dirt. A smile appears on her face* Thank you...
(Aaaand, bear with me as mess around with profiles!!))
Msd..
-
*She gets up, picking up a few of her things before heading back to Aretha's place to get some breakfast*
*Yawns, she had stayed up for a good time later that night, worried*
*Might get some more rest today*
*She stands up, grinning as she turns to the bound shackles, connecting her to the wall. As she tugs on them, the cuts tear open again and the fractured bone in her wrist burns. She cries out but does it again. With all her might. She pulls one chain from the wall. She quickly manages to do the other* Ow. Fuck. Ow. *She searches quickly for the keys, finding them in a desk draw and unshackles herself*
-I appear back down in front of Adra, falling to my knees as another vision clouds my mind-
Adra, it's Judhipor.
Prepare for her.
I- what?
Aiden, I can't do that!
Dammit, I'm not letting her get close to me, and, in any case, I think she likes me.
Niccolò: *appears* *hands Adra a plate of fish* Good morning. I took the liberty of making some breakfast, however there's more at the house if you'd like.
#ChaseforBook9
-I put my hands forth, outputting energy into Adrasdos-
Use this only if you need it.
Oh! Hi, thank you very much, and Aiden, really, it won't be necessary.
(Naw, I do feel da love.))
*She storms out of the room, cursing herself, cursing Hemlock, cursing everything that she can before she gets the bright idea to heal herself. She looks around to make sure no one saw her stupidity then taps the rune on her arm ad her wounds slowly heal. It hurts more than normal*
*She returns to storming back towards Blogland. By now, her palms are bleeding from cuts made by her nails. Her red drift towards Aiden and Adra and she pauses, tilting her head to the side*
Niccolò: Hello, Aiden. I understand Judhipoor is free again?
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Niccolò: Ah, there she is. Hello, Judhipoor.
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(Ew... Who eats seafood these days!? *Gags* ((Sprry, I jus have a really strong hatred of seafood...)))
Apparently so*
*Glances up at Judi*
Hmmm.
*Begins to all but inhale the fish*
I grew up with seafood. Although I hate crabcakes. Blegh. Shrimp and fish is my thing, though.
*Her eyes lock onto Niccolò's and a small smile tugs at the corners of her lips. She takes a step forward and raises a hand, subtly manipulating the gravity around the three*
Hello, Judhipor.
Begone. I freed you, you needn't take revenge on those who have not forsaken you.
(and I love seafood :D)
((Niccolò: My apologies. Adra seems to enjoy eating fish.))
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(I can't stand seafood. I can manage to eat half a jar of Vegemite on my toast but I can't even stand the smell if seafood...))
*Her eyes flick towards Aiden and the smile softens. She shakes her head and when she speaks, her voice is soft and high* No...
-feels the gravity turn, and stands my ground-
Rose.
Don't.
Not again.
I freed Judhipor for you, not for her rampant mentality.
Stop, Judhipor.
Niccolò: *notices the gravity shifting, but merely observes, wondering if Aiden will get through to her*
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But I don't want to stop... I like being out... *She pouts an folds her arms across her chest, acting like an upset toddler*
Okay, enough. Let me back.
NO! Why does everyone want me gone so badly?! I'm human too! Do they not realise it? I'm as human as everyone else but they all want me gone! It's no fair! Even she wants me gone!
Stop making me look like a fool and go.
*She quietly finishes her breakfast* *Murmurs* I might go bring his back and catch up on a little sleep..
*Glances at Niccolo* Thank you for breakfast.
*Glances back at Judi*
*Moves off*
Judhipor, I am sure the Gods will agree to separate you and Rose, give you your own body...
Is that what you want?
Niccolò: I mean you no disrespect in saying so, but I believe the reeason why you are constantly asked to leave is because you have a rather violent reputation. Most people do not take kindly to being nearly killed, or watching their friends nearly die.
Ari: *finally shows up* *runs up to Judi and tacklehugs her* Judi!!!
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Niccolò: *nods to Adra*
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But I like this body! I want her gone!
Stop flattering yourself. Gimmie me back.
*She screams in rage and turns, heading towards the trees. She flings her fists into it and kicks as hard as she can* Just shut up! Just shut up! Shut up shut up shut up!
Ari: *steps back a little* Ok then... *considers* Could you guys, like, take turns or something?
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Nice entrance, Ari..
Oh and guys,
Earlier today, I experienced some pains in my ankle.
And then, a few hours later, it was in my knee.
And just know, it's my stomach. Sharp, acute pains. I can't move or it hurts like fuck.
My appendix could have just become inflamed, you never know. But idk what to do.
*She sends a quick glare towards Niccolò and screams as Ari tacklehugs her*
Yo Nic, can you please tell her I said hi? Thankies! I also say hi to everyone else!
Death. Shut it! Get off me too! *She scrambles away from Aretha as quickly as she can*
((Ari: Well, I would reccommend seeing a doctor, for one thing- that doesn't sound normal, and a trained professional can give you better instruction than I can. Or you could call a doctor, so they could tell you something to do before you have to get in a car and drive there, because if it hurts to move you probably want to move as little as possible. Also, thanks.))
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*She makes a small portal and heads back to Aretha's house into the room Adra's been staying in*
*She goes to wash her plate off, then retreats to her room again, flopping down, exhausted*
Definitely- don't diagnose online either, go see a doctor, if you can?
-
*She feels her tummy move again*
*Hums*
Hush, you...
*She curls up into a blanket, hoping to get her body heat back*
That's what I'm doing! It's my turn!
*Death's mental tone has gone to a dark and unamused* Remember the last time we tried this? In the thirties? How many people was it? How many people got tortured and killed?
Uh... I forget.
They never found all the bodies, that's why. I counted sixty-two.
(*Hugs Aiden* Ouch...))
(Well I don't mean to be rude, but it's 12:22 in the morning. I could go to the doctor, but I can't drive like this I cannot MOVE. And I'm in this horrible twisted position.
Niccolò: *takes half a step back and winces, but recovers quickly*
Ari: Judi, how can we help you? Of course you're a person too- and you've proven that you can be a pretty great person at that- but if you're going to kill people, we have to keep trying to push you back.
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(Then, perhaps, call anyone else who might be home, or call an Emergency Room/hospital)
(Call one of your mates? Force yourself into a moe comfy position for the night?))
((Ari: Maybe call an emergency room, then? Just ask them what to do until you can get rid of some of the pain?))
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*more))
But that's me! That's how my life is! Some people's lives revolve around soccer, some around reading, some around murder. I'm in the last category...
(Okay, their idea is a whole heap better than mine. Call the hospital. If it's something horrible, they'll take you in and treat you but if it's just some strange pain, they'll give you advice.))
Ari: That doesn't have to be you, though. Look- when people- totally independent people with their own bodies and everything- commit murder, they're sent to prison, sometimes for their entire life. Sometimes they're sentenced to death, too, but a lot of places don't do that anymore. We would love to have you around more often, but if you're going to kill people, we have to do our best to lock you away.
*smiles* Also, hi, Death.
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It does have to be me. *Her voice lowers and she slides down along the tree so she is sitting at its base, curling up in a ball* I have to be me. I'm not allowed to change. And I am sentenced to Death, it's pretty much the same as dying. *She pauses for a moment* She says hi back.
*Death can feel Judhipor's hold loosen slightly and she takes her chance*
*A scream rips out from her chest and she clutches her head tightly in both hands as pain shoots through her whole body. She tries her hardest not writhe in agony*
The pains have subsided for now.
If they persist, my mum is willing to take me to the hospital.
There is still minor uncomfort, but other than that, it's not sharp.
Ari: *takes a step back, wincing* Oh... I'm sorry...
((Ari: I should mention, for reference, Adra- there are paintings all over the house. Leaned against the walls and stuff, in almost every room. Some of them are paintings of us doing various things in Blogland, and others are just paintings of eyes.))
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(I'm just going to really hope that Aiden's on the phone to medical personnel right now...))
*Death glances up, her bottom lip bit tightly between her teeth. A small whimper escapes her lips and clenches her eyes tightly together* Please don't do that again...
No. You're a bloody Saint, aren't ya? Putting up with me all these years... *There's a hint of sadness in her tone*
(*Hugs Aiden again* Ow... Sorry... I wish I could help...))
((Ari: Oh, that's good! I'd recommend seeing a doctor anyway, but, you know, you can wait till later in the day to do that. And, also, it's entirely your decision.))
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I don't need medical help... Yet.
I know that if it's appendicitis, the first sign is acute pains in that region. To test, you press down on that region, and the pain should stop. But once pressure is released, the pain would come right back.
But I am feeling a slightly more inclined pain, now...
((Ari: Aaaaah! *hugs Aiden* *hopes the pain will go away* Yeah, definitely see a doctor...))
Ari: I'm so sorry- what did I do?
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(Ari's a bloody genius here. I'm stupid. Listen to her, Aiden. *Hugs tighter*))
*Glances towards Aretha, tears in her eyes* N-nothing. I was talking to her...
Ari: Oh... Well, I'm sorry for both of you, anyway...
((Ari: No, you're not stupid, Death. *hugs*))
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*sits in an armchair*
*by the fire*
*in the lobby of the Midnight Hotel*
Anton: *approaches her*
*bows politely*
Is there anything I can get you, Ms. Precocious?
*mumbles* No.
Anton: Congratulations, by the way. I heard the happy news.
*holds up a hand*
I would like some space, Anton, if it's all the same to you.
(Hullo. If anyone would like to role-play with me, I would gladly welcome it, but you don't have to if you're busy.)
(Heeey I'm on
((Ari: Alright!! I'm roleplaying with Death, and so was Niccolò, but I think I'll send him over to you- he's been wanting to talk to you, and he isn't doing much here.))
Niccolò: *appears beside Precocious* Greetings, Ms. Precocious. How are you?
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((Ari: Hi Zaf! *hugs*))
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(Haha, wanna bet???))
Nah... Don't be... Been like this for quite a few centuries. She has tantrums... She acts like a tree year old. *She struggles to her feet and looks over towards Aiden. Her gaze instantly drops to the ground in front of her*
(Hi Anni!!
Wait?! Good news...!?))
*doesn't even jump at his sudden appearance*
*weakly* . . . Hullo, Niccolo.
I'm rath- . . . I'm doing dreadfully.
And yourself?
*doesn't look at him*
(Good news?)
(*hugs* I was gonna send Lexi to see Nic but guess not. And I'm here all day I don't have school. Its too freezing to go out without frostbite
(Hey Zaf!))
(Hullo, Zafira!)
(Happy news, whatever. I haven't been around lately...
*Thinks of Oscar*
*Thinks of Oscar-lings with dirty hands hugging him*
*Cackles*))
(Hiya those who say hi!)
(Oh!
*laughs*
Yes, they are/were going to be married.
Oscar-lings. That's a scary thought.)
(But Zaf... I didn't say 'hi'... I said 'hey'... :'( ))
(Lol jks))
Ari: Well, still. She can be really nice, sometimes. And I don't like to see you in pain, in any case.
Niccolò: *shrugs* I've been better, I suppose. In any case, I heard about Oscar... I merely came to ask you if there is anything I might do to assist you.
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(Zaf and Ravel are married now. And irl I turn 16 on Saturday.
(ANNI AND OSCAR WOTH OSCAR-LINGS!!!!!! Congrats!!!))
*hangs her head at the thought of Oscar*
*mutters* Nothing.
Nothing for it but to sit here
like a coward
and wait for Gary to come back.
*holds up the notebook*
This thing has been almost constantly hot.
My uncle's been drawing nonstop for the past two days.
*awakwardly walks down unsure where to go or anything*
Ravel: It is cold...
I know.
Olivia: *runs down looking for someone to pelt with snowballs*
(I do have a very cute idea if I do intend to follow the idea of Oscar-lings. I'm not sure yet, though.)
*WITH))
CAN be nice. Only on occasion. Very rarely. He knows she'll get something out of it. Like the whole Lorcan thing. She knew it would most probably kill me, so she did it. She's a jerk.
(Niccolò can be the Maid of Honour. *Replays various scenes from Made of Honour in her head* *Dies*))
(Congrats as happy birthday Zaf!))
Niccolò: ...Would teleportation, perhaps, be useful at all...?
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(I'm still not certain yet if I'm going to kill Oscar off, but if he survives, there will likely be Oscar-lings.)
(DIE AUTO CORRECT!! BURN IN THE FIREY PITS OF HELL!!!))
(*bows* thank you
No!
*holds up a hand*
I mean, no.
I'm sorry, but Gary is in Russia,
and we have no idea where precisely in Russia he's meant to go to find my uncle. Or the bold-faced woman, or the man with the bleeding smile, as the case may be.
Teleportation would be no use.
(THERE HAS TO BE OSCAR-LINGS!!!!
his face...
the drool...
the diapers...
the dirt...
heh...))
*sits in snow* They must have told Ari, I'm supposed to go to her office today.
Ravel: Zaf you can't lose your position over acusations. Guild didn't until he was proved guilty. You're not even guilty.
I know but still....
Niccolò: *nods* Of course. I wish you all the best of luck, in that case. *considers* How long has it been since you've eaten?
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. . .
*thinks about it for a moment*
. . . I'm not sure. Not since I found out, at any rate. Haven't slept, either.
Anton: *from the front desk*
And when Miss Precocious doesn't sleep,
nobody sleeps.
Niccolò: Perhaps we ought to remedy that. *offers her a hand* What do you like to eat?
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(On...second thought I'll just....ghost since I'm not doing crap)
Er . . .
Anton: She likes Italian.
*gives Anton a reproachful look*
. . . I do like Italian.
But you certainly don't have to do this,
I mean,
I can take care of myself.
Ari: Ah, I see. Well, how have you been? I haven't seen you in forever! *hugs*
((Ari: I should warn you, Anni, if you want to kill Oscar off, you'll have to be very careful how you do it, unless you want him coming back. Nobody stays dead for very long in Blogland.))
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(I have not yet reached a verdict, Aretha, bear with me.)
(I guess maybe I'll go kill off one of the kids while I'm bored. Need something to do....*evil grin* never ever leave me alone long enough to plot, someone will die and people will have no feels
Niccolò: *smiles faintly* Do you honestly expect me to believe you will even remember to feed yourself once I leave? I would be quite surprised if you did. We could go to Italy for a meal, if you'd like.
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. . . *sighs*
Alright.
I suppose it might help talk my mind off . . . things.
*the notebook weighs heavy in her coat pocket*
((Ari: ZAAAAAFFFF!! DON'T TURN YOUR KIDS INTO PLOT POINTS JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE BORED! *SMACKS HER WITH A FUZZY SOCK*
*nods to Anni* Good. As much as I'm sure you'd write it brilliantly, Oscar does not get to die.))
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Niccolò: Do you have a favorite city, by any chance?
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(Or not no I don't feel like soloing now. Not in a mood to. If anyone truly cares to speak to me I'm here ill just be doing something bored
A favorite city? London, of course. Or Rome. I do love Rome. Why?
*suddenly looks suspicious*
((Ari: Ok, Zaf. *hugs*))
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(Oww. Ah I prefer to do something then sit back and do nothing but I lostvany ideas. So I'm now doing what I don't want to do.)
Niccolò: If you like Italian food, we may as well have it in Italy. Rome it is, then, unless you'd rather London.
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Rome is fine . . .
*looks a bit surprised*
Doesn't that seem a bit excessive for one lunch?
Niccolò: Certainly not. I daresay Italian food is typically best served in Italy, and it shall take us less time to get there than it would to walk from here to any nearby restaurant. *carefully lays a hand on her shoulder, and they find themselves in the heart of Rome* We can eat anywhere you'd like to.
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*rocks for a moment, dizzy*
Ahhh . . . teleportation makes me a little . . . woozy.
As you can see, my vocabulary's going.
Niccolò: I see. My apologies. I do hope the location is enough to compensate for your discomfort.
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(Ari do you want to rp with me? I'm really lacking any motivation to try to solo
*gives her head a little shake*
No, it's . . . it's fine.
How about there?
*nods at a restaurant across the street*
*chuckles mirthlessly*
What a coincidence.
Restaurant Sign: Niccolo's Trattoria
(Nic ought to get a discount there :P
Niccolò: *sighs* I suppose I ought to have expected that. Such are the consequences of selecting an Italian name.
((Ari: Well, if Death's still here, I was roleplaying with her, but I don't know if she is or not... I think it's pretty late at night for her, anyway... *peers around* You still here, Death?))
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*chuckles*
I suppose so.
*Oscar creeps into her mind again*
*and he smile fades*
*she swallows*
Let's eat something.
(Ok is this bad? I have At The Opera Tonight in my head. And I hear Paris Hilton's voice. Ok now it's better its not her its the beginning bit with Nathan and Mag about peace)
((Ari: Of course that's not bad.
Interrupting the roleplay for a moment to point out that this picture amuses me, because they're dancing, but it does look like he's choking her, doesn't it?))
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(I was thinking she fell asleep...it is extremely late by her. I was waiting until she did which I believe she has. Otherwis I'd have just forced myself to solo which in itself is hard as I hate to do it)
Niccolò: Let's. *strolls over to the restaurant and requests a table for two*
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((Ari: Yeah... She hasn't commented... Ok then, sure, I'll roleplay with you. Did you have anything particular in mind, or...?))
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*follows him silently*
*the notebook grows hot again in her pocket*
*her hand shakes when she goes to remove it*
*but she changes her mind*
*leaves it there*
*and sits down opposite Niccolo*
(Ah would you like to pick up from last night with you having me and the boys to your office? Ravel would come with Zaf simply because if anything happened he can keep her from killing someone.)
(Anni- you are lucky. I would die to go out to eat with Nic. Believe me. You weren't here when I kissed him. Zaf has a uh major crush on Nic. And I think the only reason she hasn't done anything else is because after meeting John she knows she'd probably make the guy even more nervous coming out.)
((Ari: Yeah, sure, sounds good. I'll have a sensitive plus one other random person there anyway to serve as a witness.))
Ari: *decidedly not wearing the weird black thing* Hello, everyone. Thank you all for coming so quickly. Zafira, these men have accused you of condemning several innocent people, whom you knew were innocent, to death or imprisonment, of your own free will. Is that true?
Niccolò: *glances through a menu* Why Rome?
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((Ari: *sighs* Here we go again... XD Zaf- in and out of character- has a bit of a history with Niccolò...))
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I . . . I beg your pardon?
No. I'm insane but I'm not sadsitic.
Jay: You did that to me.
No, I didn't, Jay.
Niccolò: Why is Rome one of your favorite cities?
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(Well, if it makes you feel better, Zafira, Niccolo is not particularly high on Precocious's/my list of gentlemen she'd like to date.)
(Mmm yes...*tries to not blush* *fails* I do have a bit of history and my crush on him has yet to falter)
Ari: Then could you please explain what did happen to these people?
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. . .
*peruses her menu*
I spent several years here shortly after I learned to walk again, after 50 years in that chair. Oscar was locked up in Bethlam at the time, and I was . . . well, free.
This place holds good memories for me. Not many places do.
I don't know. I wasn't even an Elder when they were arrested. I was once they were tried but still...if you'd look back in the Journals Bisahalani wrote, you'd see the votes each of us made. It is true each of these men were convicted but by a 2:1 vote. One Elder voted against. I voted them innocent except Jay. Jay I saw proof how he was guilty.
Ari: I do recall reading something like that in the journals... *to the sensitive* Is all of this true? ((Ari: Zaf you can just tell me out of character- I'm trusting you know your own history. XD))
Niccolò: *nods quietly* I understand. *a waiter comes to take their orders* *orders a salad and some coffee*
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*orders soup, bread, and a cup of tea*
Waiter: *departs*
(I'm innocent except for Jay. He was innocent and Zaf knew he was)
Ari: *turns back to Zaf* The rest is true, but you knew Jay was innocent. So why did you vote him guilty?
Niccolò: How is the business of monster hunting as of late?
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Because he had been someone I hate, he did hate me and well...he just deserved it.
Jay: I was framed if you remember!
I did what I did, you're one single person. Things happen. It won't effect me.
Business has been quiet lately. My business is strictly word-of-mouth, and people don't generally have the highest opinion of me, in case you haven't noticed.
*sighs*
The monsters are hiding. There hasn't been a vampire attack or ghoul sighting in days. Everything's peaceful and happy.
Horrible, isn't it?
Not that I've been thinking about work much lately.
Ari: *looks at her harshly* It might. One person is not as bad as multiple people, but the fact that you condemned someone you knew was innocent just because of a personal grudge can't be tolerated. *closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, thinking*
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Niccolò: *clears throat* Of course- I'd nearly forgotten- I meant to apologize for my ravings about a blue sock some time ago.
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And what does it matter? He was released and did exactly what he was locked up for, killing. He got lucky that time.
Jay: I haven't done anything wrong, I only have ended the lives of people who were crimminals. When I was released you were there. You just don't like me.
*chuckles*
I was trying not to mention it.
I hope you're feeling better now?
Waiter: *arrives with the food*
Ah, thank you . . .
*squints a nametag*
. . . Niccolo.
*shrugs*
I suppose all Italians are named Niccolo.
Ari: It matters, Grand Mage. He was innocent when you voted him guilty. What happened after that is irrelevant. Jay, please, we've heard your story now. I'll not have this conversation break into argument. *takes another deep breath* I will determine the appropriate course of action. In the meantime, the three of you, regardless of whether you were innocent before, are now criminals. Can you all please explain what you have or haven't done?
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*takes Ravel's hand unable to even look at the three boys*
Jay: Technically speaking I was the only one who...I thought the attack on you out. I just persuaded these two idiots to join me.
Javier: I well we all know.
Hyde: actually I'm not to be convicted as Ode said he needs me as Jekyll.
((Ari: I am laughing. This is pretty great. *writes "All Italians are named Niccolò!" in bright lights alongside "We're all supermodels on the inside"))
Niccolò: *laughs lightly* Very much so, thank you. Several of my names have been known to act like that, however it is really quite unusual.
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Ari: Then you will be charged with premeditated assault on a Sanctuary agent, and possibly murder as well if what Zafira says is true- have you killed or attacked anyone before me?
Javier, you will be only be charged with assault on a Sanctuary agent, unless you have committed other crimes as well.
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*sips her soup*
I can't imagine what it must be to be you.
I only had one true name, a name that wasn't even me anymore, but a separate entity, and now that it's destroyed, I can't-
*stops*
*swallows*
*sips more soup*
I'm glad you're feeling better.
Niccolò: That is quite interesting. How is the soup? *takes a bite of salad*
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Jay: I did not. No.
Javier: I haven't done anything either
Hyde: *quiet*
Ari: *looks to the sensitive again* And is that true?
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Oh, it's delicious. Thank you.
*dips the bread in the soup*
*eats it neatly*
*very neatly*
*weirdly neatly*
*like she's been practicing*
And your salad?
*they nod*
Javier: Thank you.
Hyde: Usually if I'm in legal trouble I get sent back to England and Ode does whatever he does
Niccolò: Quite lovely. *smiles to self* Aretha hates salad. And soup.
I see you've been improving your cleanliness. It is quite impressive.
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I dedicate this page to Nic being back and sane! Well his version of sane. I also ded to Anni's crazy char Precious and uh...Ari being realitively good with law. Uh to John Smith, character, because he's so fun to be around and deserves the ded.
(*raises glass*
Here here.)
Hm? Oh . . .
*turns faintly pink*
You noticed.
Yes, well, I do my best. For Os . . .
*stops*
*quietly continues sipping her soup*
*the notebook still warm in her pocket*
*like a living creature*
Ari: Then I'll arrange for your immediate passage to England, Mr. Hyde. ((Hey, Zaf, what's the precedent for sentence for assault on a Sanctuary agent? Also, is there a precedent for a sentence for what Zaf did?))
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Niccolò: *softly* You'll find him.
((Ari: Nice ded, Zaf.))
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(Assault is usually prison or something like it being Javier and Jay ars both kinda technically not really crimminals until this point it wouldn't be long. As for Zaf....its way less then what Guild did so it wouldn't be what happened to Guild...
. . .
*softly* I don't think I will.
((Ari: Zaf, I haven't read the new book yet. I was just thinking, like, suspend her vote for some brief period of time, or something like that... But how long should I imprison them for? I don't have that much experience with Sanctuary run governments, just the US mortal legal system...))
Niccolò: Ms. Precocious, you have several powerful and dedicated friends on your side. In addition to that, if Oscar was taken purely to cause you pain, which would seem to be the case, does it not seem more logical that his abductor would want you to find him?
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*winces at the truth of Niccolo's words*
I . . . I don't know.
*thoughtfully chews a hunk of bread*
Hassle is . . . quite mad, by this time. There's no telling what he may do next.
Besides . . .
*bitterly* He can have his fun without me there to watch.
*takes the black notebook from her pocket*
*drops it on the table*
(Sanctuary law is my expertise. Ok and uh nothing legal happened in LSODM that i would mention Guild was in Dark Days. So anyhow, ok boys a few months being how honestly neither of them really did much beside attack you and fail wonderfully. Hyde I have what happenes he usually is forced into releasing Jekyll for a few months. Zaf- hmm. Technically you can't do much to her as she's higher rank then you but this time you can. Her vote can't be suspended simply because you'd never get anywhere with only yours and the other Elder's vote, its why they have 3. So it would have to be something that wouldn't screw up the system but enough to hit her.
Niccolò: *glances, interested, at the notebook* May I?
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*swallows*
Go ahead.
*focuses on her soup*
*not looking at Niccolo*
*her bowl is almost empty*
(Alright, here is a Thing that annoys me:
My computer keeps putting that wavy red line under 'Niccolo'
even though Niccolo is a perfectly normal name.
It's annoying me.)
(Anni- usually you need to spell it like this: Niccolò. See my iPad does too unless i accent it
(Niccolò.
Hey, you're right!
Thank you.)
(Course! I find it odd see even now I have an iPhone I typed Niccolo and it gave me the red wavy line but I added the accent and it accepted the name. Odd but hey.)
(It's strange. Maybe it's just the fact that my computer is a MacBook Air. Apple products have always been a bit flighty with me.)
(Ari- brb I'm gonna shower and see what I come up with. I had all this written on my iPod but it went poof so I be back in 10-15min and I'll see what I can remember of my giant Sanctuary law note.
Someone remind me to ask Derek about that note nexf time I scare him
(All my Apple products agree Niccolò is a word but Niccolo is not. Huh.
Be right back I promise
((Ari: Oh! Right, ok, I'm sorry, I got the characters mixed up... *facepalm* And, I know she's a rank higher than me, but I can't do nothing, so...
Hey Mara! *hugs*))
Ari: Ok. Jay- three months in prison. Javier- a month and a half. And Grand Mage... You'll be in charge of half the amount of reports for the next week.
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((Ari: Sorry for my distance there.))
Niccolò: *carefully picks up the notebook and flips through it, settling on the last few pages*
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((Ari: Oh, yeah, the accent is what does it. I can't make the accent on my computer, though, so that's a little weird.))
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*finishes her soup*
*and drops the spoon into the bowl with a CLINK*
*pushes it*
*the empty bread plate*
*and the empty teacup*
*to the edge of the table*
*doesn't look at Niccolò*
(I still find it odd, though. I mean, I met a guy named Niccolo once. It's a perfectly normal name.
Silly spell-check.)
((I hate it when my characters are meant to be more experienced than I am...))
(More experienced in what? Ski-ball?
Because I can solemnly guarantee that I have never, am not, and will never write a character more experienced than me at ski-ball.
Such a thing is myth and legend.)
Niccolò: *quietly* I understand. ...Even so, if he's anything like me, he'll want you to be there. I imagine he wants to draw your emotions out for as long as he can. *he passes the notebook back to her* *finishes his salad, and asks for the check* You have my condolences. And again, if there is anything at all I might be able to help you with, you need only ask.
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