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...
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
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My feels.
(Oh my goodness I don't understand why Octa can manage to stand me by god..)
(It is an amazing feat, I won't lie.
Joking!))
(Hmph I guess I'm not allowed to continue my thing from last night with John. Typical I sleep for half an hour longer everyone comes on.
Niccolò: *bows* Of course- I'm not surprised. All anyone does these days is hire. They make everything into a business- even murder. *sighs* I can't say it's a pleasure to meet you.
#ChaseForBook9
(I will leave if you want me to, Zafira.))
((Niccolò: I can easily roleplay as two people.))
#ChaseForBook9
Business is everything nowadays, Croatoan. And I think I can say it's an honour. Personal reasons, if course. Killing you will be even better than I'd imagine.
No, Hemlock, don't leave.
-
*Settles down in her branch with some applesauce carefully watching the two, and still has her coat on from last night- stockpiled with many weapons*
*Laughs*
(If you want Nic....
Hemlock- who are you? I don't even know you so I'm choosing to not comment on that one
(Nah, nevermind Ari/Niccolò. It won't be the first time I left.
Have fun, Zaf.))
Hemlock, honestly. Please stay, this was interesting.
(No Don't I don't know you I don't want you going....
GRRR *hits head* Maybe I shouldn't come on.
(Nah, it's be too confusing for Niccolò. I'll just watch.
Anyway, you all know me. Haven't been on for a while... I come and go as I please.
Bye.))
((Niccolò: Honestly, there is no reason for you to leave. I am quite accustomed to roleplaying as two people- it is no trouble.))
#ChaseForBook9
(Zaf. Chill. Continue doing what you were doing before. I just got bored, created a new character and had some fun. Pretend I was never here, everyone in Blogland seems to be able to do it so well, anyways.))
(I've checked your profile....are you Aiden or an Aussie? And again, you were on first and Ari and Nic often roleplay as multiple people and I didn't say he had to I saw...never mind may just as well go
((Ari: I'm pretty sure I know you, but I'm not saying anything. You probably haven't told us for a reason. But I write for multiple people at once all the time- you don't have to go.))
#ChaseForBook9
((Ari: Ok, so everyone knows I am totally comfortable with writing for multiple people, and no one has to leave. I will now shut up and let people do whatever they decide to do, so this doesn't become an argument.))
#ChaseForBook9
(Joining Ari in silence on this
I'm sorry, you had to go then. It really was enjoyable.
-
*Slides from her branch, slowly makin her way down the tree, careful to not fall*
Niccolò: *sighs* *walks over to the tree* Are you alright, Adra?
John: Of course not- it's the issues that find you, not the other way around. I like you because, no matter how the odds are stacked against you, you never seem to give up.
#ChaseForBook9
(Ok because I'm trying to change: Hemlock, whoever you are which I assume to be Rose, you don't have to go because of me and never take half of what I first comment seriously, I just woke up
I'm fine, thank you.
*She remains sitting on one of the final branches* How are you here?
I usually do that, yes. *smiles* You're just so nice. Actually the reason I asked to be with you was because you're just so likeable and I actually was happy on Cristmas Eve, for the first time in a long time
Niccolò: I was wandering about the lake when I saw some strange magic, so I determined I ought to investigate.
#ChaseForBook9
John: I- um, thank you... Very much... I hope you're happy with your fiancée, though, too...
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No, I mean-
Oh, nevermind.
*She hops down* Are you alright, then?
I am, but you're like a friend, close one.. I kind of wish I could invite you to the wedding but I'm afraid Nic would have my head for asking, so I guess I can take advantage of the time I do have. Maybe get to know you as through Nic you probaby know a lot about me.
(Side note- Ari yesterday my friend invited me over to watch Repo The Genetic Opera and when they were talking about organ failures in the begininng she asked: Was Niccolò or Alastair the reason behind it?
Niccolò: Certainly. I made an arrangement with Aretha that, after some difficulty, ended quite nicely. So, I'm here, my other names are hidden away again, and Aretha and I have linked ourselves, so there's very little danger of another one emerging.
John: Well, only a little. I mean, I know the names of your family members, and other things like that, but I don't know that much about your past. For example, I don't know how you became a Grand Mage, exactly.
#ChaseForBook9
Really? Oh, that's wonderful news! I'm so pleased for you!
*Pauses* Where is Ari, anyway?
Niccolò: Probably asleep. She was rather insistent that she see you yesterday, but... She fell rather horribly ill for some time, and although she is fine now, I believe the whole ordeal took quite a lot out of her. And rightly so. I really do need to be more careful how I plan things out...
#ChaseForBook9
Ah. Basically in 1921 before we killed Mevolent one of the Elders died horribly and Bisahalani asked me to take the role, unusual as it was being i wasnt elected but nontheless I took on the role. A few years later there was a raid on the Sanctuary he worked at, America split into 3 run by one Elder but New York is the main where I worked. So he was murdered in his sleep actually and then a long torturous meeting later I took his place, when we actualy found out he had said should he die he wanted me to take over because I have the skills to go on and lead. And ever since I have been Grand Mage, and tried my hardest in whatever lay ahead of me.
*A bit of guilt itches at her*
It sounds like it was hectic. Well, it's probably better if she's resting. I wouldn't blame her for being tired, after it all. And- if it's any consolation, sometimes perhaps the way you planned things might've been the only way, you know?
*Shrugs*
Anyway, I was on my way back to the lab for breakfast when Hemlock came by. *Offers him her arm* Would you care to join me?
Speaking of breakfast.. I might go make that.
And do my homework.. Blegh
((Niccolò: My apologies for vanishing briefly. I've returned now.))
Niccolò: *takes her arm* I would be delighted to, thank you.
John: So it seems like war has been an almost constant obstacle for you.
#ChaseForBook9
Hatred bitterness lies
Ugh I hate waking up to blood on my face
Not as bad as last time,though. My pillow isn't soaked through. Also it's completely different,,,
Yes it has. *sighs* I was born during war and I seem to live in war even if I hate it. Which I do
Welcome back!
I was also reading through the first page of these comments, and... It appears that birth Sir and I were in a juvenile phase.
-
*Nods, walking towards her lab* *Her stomach grumbles and she glares at it* Hush.
Hmm. I wonder what should be breakfast, anyhow..
Fabi! Oh my goodness! Are you alright??? *hugs*
(Omg Fabi.....
((Niccolò: Are you alright, Moss?))
John: Oh. I'm so sorry- that sounds awful. How have all of your children been, given your situation?
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Niccolò: *smiles* Congratulations on the child, Adra.
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I'm fine. [hugs]
Just a bloody nose...
I hate it when this happens
The younger two don't know really get it but Alexis is able to handle, she spends her time training and then with Lorcan. And Liv was tortured before and well....she's had nightmares. I blame myself for it for letting her get taken.
Sorry... I just...
The bloody nose came at the worst possible time, really, even if it isn't all that serious itself.
Oh! That's good! Well, not good, but I'm glad it isn't something worse. *hugs* My brother gets them quite a lot. He's very sensitive to atmospheric pressure. Or something.
-
Oh? Oh! Um, thank you, yes..
Niccolò: Have you any names in mind yet?
John: *shakes head* I know it's hard not to, but blaming yourself will only make it worse. You just have to be as careful as you can be, and keep moving forward. But you seem to be very good at that, anyway.
#ChaseForBook9
I was wondering why the frisbee was getting bigger.
And then it hit me . . .
Hullo, Blogland.
Names? Gracious, no. I haven't had the time to think about it. Nor really talk to Trip about it either..
*Walks up to the lab door, pressing a symbol, and it swings open, and she steps in, working on removing the layers upon layers that she needlessly stuffed herself in*
I honestly don't know.
Original, Annika. Hello- *waves*
Thanks. I guess its all I can do for my little one. I don't like seeing people hurt. What about you? I was told you did something for people who were stone.
The past, the present, and the future all walked into a bar.
It was tense.
*tugs collar nervously*
*taps microphone*
Is this thing on?
Fabi:
[Climbs to the top of the waterfall and sits on a rock, thinking]
[That's all she's really done lately, think.]
Hello Annika!
(When I die, I would like to die calmly and peacefully, like my Uncle Ted.
Not panicking and screaming, like his passengers.
*ba-dum TISH*)
Anni I'm so done omg
(*shifts uncomfortably on stage*
*taps her old-fashioned 50s microphone*
*coughs*
A pessimist will tell you the glass is half-empty,
an optimist will tell you the glass is half-full,
but only an engineer will tell you that the glass is actually two times larger than it needs to be.
*crickets chirping*
*tugs collar*
Perhaps stand-up comedy was an unwise career move on my part.)
Also, Anni, Fabi- if either of you need people to role play with, you're always more than welcome to come to the lab. It's where the party's at
(What is brown and rhymes with Snoop?
Audience Guy: Uh, poop?
Dr. Dre.
*ba-dum TISH*)
(I'd bring Lexi over but eh she'd try tackling Nic
((Fabi's about to receive a rather upsetting phone call. I may have her stop by before she goes to the airport, though...))
(*begins to cry*
Audience Guy: What's the matter?
EVERYTHING'S the matter!
. . . Except energy, of course!
*ba-dum TISH*
*loosens collar again*
Any science geeks present?
No?
*starts to sweat*)
Of course, m'dear!
-Annika I swear to JESUS-
(What do you call a fake noodle?
An impasta!
Audience: *groans*
*sweating more now*
Er . . . er . . . er . . . What do you get when you cross the Atlantic with the Titanic?
About half-way!
*ba-dum TISH*)
((Ari: Anni!! *hugs* Hi!!
Also, Fabi- thanks for asking for no spoilers earlier in the comments. I still don't have the book- my dad's spy network is really losing their touch- and I do usually read back in the comments. So, thanks. :)
Niccolò: Hello, Annika. ))
Niccolò: Ah, I see. Well, at the very least, you seem to be doing an effective job of keeping the child safe.
John: *smile fades a little* My sister turned herself to stone when she was a teenager. She was protecting me. So when I was old enough, and she still hadn't turned back, I decided I would do my part to protect her- I started researching earth magic, and worked out how to turn myself into stone and back again without getting stuck.
#ChaseForBook9
(When I found out my toaster wasn't waterproof, I was shocked!
. . .
. . .
. . . Where's my ba-dum TISH?
Drummer: F this, I'm out.
*storms off the stage*
No no no, come back!
*runs to the drum set*
*ba-dum TISH*
*runs back to the microphone*
My boss told me to attach two pieces of wood together. I totally nailed it!
*runs to drum set*
*ba-dum TISH*
*returns to microphone*)
So I hope... *Glides to the kitchen and looks through the fridge*
I might make myself an omelette, is there anything you would like?
(What are the strongest days of the week?
Saturday and Sunday,
because the rest? They're weakdays.
*ba-dum TISH*
*mops forehead*
What do you call a pretty woman on the arm of a banjo player?
A tattoo!
Banjo Player in the Audience: Now, that's just hitting below the belt.
*cries out in desperation*
HOW 'BOUT THAT AIRPLANE FOOD!?)
Her phone rings, and she glances down at the screen. It's from her brother, of all people.
As you may recall, Fabi's brother is mortal and lives in Texas with his wife Rebecca, a two-year-old daughter I haven't found a name for, two goats and a cat.
At least I think it was two goats and a cat.
It may have been three.
I did have this all planned out at some point, really.
Oh my god. That's..... Wow. At least you managed to help her. I find your magic fascinating
(*stuttering now*
M-me and my friends put on a performance about puns. It was basically just a play on words.
*ba-dum TISH*
*gasps*
Did you hear that David lost his ID in Prague? Now we just have to call him Dav!
*ba-dum TISH*
Audience Member: *throws a rotten tomato at the stage*)
Niccolò: I am quite well, but thank you for the offer.
John: Thanks... I mean- I guess I wouldn't be here if I'd chosen a less valuable discipline... I almost regret it...
#ChaseForBook9
(I took the shell off my racing snail. I thought it would make it faster, but if anything, it's more sluggish.
Audience: Boooo!
*sweating profusely*
Did you hear about the new corduroy pillows? They're making headlines!
What is ET short for?
So he can fit on his space ship!
Audience: Booooooo!
*throws tomatoes*
*looks stricken at the ceiling*
Maybe if I wish really hard, Castiel will come grip me tight and raise me from perdition.)
((Ari: Msd, sorry. And if I do go now, I probably won't be back for a few hours. But I should be here again later tonight. *hugs everyone*))
#ChaseForBook9
*Half shrugs and pulls a box of eggs and a few other items out and pulls out a pan*
*Opens the box of eggs*
*The majority of them are missing*
*The lights suddenly go dim, and a few bulbs are gone from where they were seconds previous*
Oh for Chrissakes...
*Takes out some eggs and begin to cook them*
*smiles* Well its good and bad, you may not have met me if you hadn't taken that magic
Man.
And- okay Aretha *hugs*
Good morning, afternoon, evening, or other time of day, Blogland.
Fabi is sitting and thinking. She's been doing that a lot lately.
...
It takes her a moment to realize her phone is ringing.
She glances at the screen. It's from her brother, of all people. That's odd. She'd spoken to him at Christmas, of course, but other than that, they're barely in touch.
"Hello?"
"Mireille." Fabi jumps. André's voice sounds so much like their father's now.
"Yeah...?"
"I'm so, so, sorry to be the one to tell you this. I know you barely remember her, but still..." he trails off.
Fabi waited.
"Camille and her fiancée were at Davinsky's Restaurant the night the oven exploded. Cam...got hit in the neck with a piece of glass from the window. She didn't make it."
"Oh..." Fabi's voice is tight. She saw Liz only yesterday, but even then, they hadn't had the chance to say or do much. She hadn't even known her sister was engaged. "I'm so sorry..." she says into the silence, not sure how else to fill it.
"Don't be." There's a slight angry undertone in André's voice, and Fabi has to remind herself that her brother has every reason to be upset. He probably isn't even mad at her. Probably.
Hello, Sir *waves*
((Castiel: *flies down, grips Anni tight, and raises her from perdition*))
Niccolò: *glances up at the lights, intrigued* I notice you've brought some guests back with you. What have they done to your lighting?
John: Well, yes, that, and my sister, too... But- *shivers* *quietly* I still almost regret it.
#ChaseForBook9
(My Uncle Broderick had the heart of a lion! And a lifetime ban from the local zoo.
*ba-dum TISH*
What is the difference between a cat and a compound sentence?
One has claws at the end of its paws and one has a pause at the end of its clause.
The One English Nerd in the Audience: *falls over laughing*
*points at him*
You, sir, are my favorite.
*returns to the mic*
*heartened by the laughter*)
Wait, no, his name was something else....
And the tenses got a little weird.
GAH
((Ari: Hi, Sir!
Niccolò: Hello, Sir.))
#ChaseForBook9
Greetings, Ms. Dark, Barnosky, Fabienne, Tesla, Kerias, and Mr. Croatoan.
(*tugs collar*
*still sweating nervously*
What cell phones to traveling nuns use?
Virgin Mobile.
*ba-dum TISH*
Audience: Booooo!
*throws rotten tomatoes*
Castiel: *flies down*
Thank the dear Lord!
Have you come to laugh at my jokes? I'm dying out here!
Why did they kick Cinderella off the baseball team?
She kept running away from the ball!
Audience: Booooo!
Castiel: I don't get it.)
((Ari: Oh, Fabi... Wow, feelings... *hugs*))
#ChaseForBook9
I'm sure I would too. Remember I was with you guys for a few days, you probably couldn't hear me but you must have felt I was there
(What happened when the butcher accidentally sat down on his meat grinder?
He got a little behind in his work.
*ba-dum TISH*
Audience: *starts to leave*
No! Don't go!
*begins to panic*)
They were eaten. Damn her. *Grumbles*
Niccolò: *looks intrigued* An alchemist who eats lightbulbs? How interesting. Whatever for?
John: *looks horror stricken* Oh God, I thought that was another of their illusions, I didn't know that- they- my God, I'm so sorry...
#ChaseForBook9
(*begins to hyperventilate*
*and sweat further*
What did the policeman say when his stomach was rumbling?
"Stop! You're under a vest!"
*ba-dum TISH*
Kleptomaniacs never get puns. They always take things literally.
*ba-dum TISH*
When the attendant asked the photon if it had any baggage to carry, the photon said
"No, I'm traveling light."
*ba-dum TISH*
Audience: *throws more rotten tomatoes*)
((Ari: Just for the record, Anni, these are fabulous. XD))
#ChaseForBook9
I don't know- it's just what her planet does. I haven't really gone into details.
*Suddenly reels to the side, her hair ruffles by an invisible smack to the head*
Son of a bitch
*Holds a water squirt gun by her side, ready to shoot*
(No no no, wait, don't go! Not just yet. I have a really excellent one!
Audience: *collectively turn around*
*fold their arms*
*and glare expectantly*
*meekly whispers*
What did the sub-atomic duck say?
Quark!
*ba-dum TISH*
Audience: *leaves*
*watches them go forlornly*
*sighs heavily*
. . . I suppose a career in stand-up comedy is simply not the right choice for me.
Castiel: Oh, were you telling jokes just now?)
Oh yes Alastair kept me captive I could hear all of you screaming and then he'd lock me in my own world seeing my worst nightmares and then I'd be released back to the rest of the names...*trails off scared*
Niccolò: These guests of yours do not seem especially appreciative of your letting them reside in your home.
#ChaseForBook9
(I have a SPN joke!
Dean's heterosexuality lmao)
(Jk)
(*sobs into the microphone*
Now, I know the horrors of being a failed comedian.
Castiel: *looks sad*
Do you want me to . . . I dunno . . . grip you tight and raise you up from perdition, or something?
*sniffs*
Sure.
Castiel: *grips tight*
*raises from perdition*
*and places gently on a park bench*
Thank you.
Castiel: We've learned our lesson? No more stand-up comedy?
No more stand-up comedy.
Castiel: Good. God himself sent me to ensure that you never tried a career as a comedian again.
*flies away*
. . . Well, fancy that.)
They aren't very respectful, no. Thank god the majority of them are in comas. I can't even describe to you how terrible it would be if they were awake.
*Finishes cooking and moves her food, sitting down at a chair* She's left, though. She doesn't like water.
((Ari: I'm pretty sure I just watched a little girl blindfolded by a pair of socks throw fake flowers at a table. Game shows...))
John: ... I guess you've seen it, then. I really am so sorry about that...
#ChaseForBook9
I have. That's why I can easily understand why any of you wouldn't want to go back. I wouldn't want that on my worst enemy. *after a few seconds calms down from the memories* I wish we could separate you from them.
*She sighs, having eaten her omelette rather quickly, and picks her plate up and the pan, bringing them to the sink to wash*
*There's a crash from a few floors above, and a scuffle- a few of the were fighting*
*Resists the urge to shoot someone*
More silence.
"The funeral's tomorrow," André finally says. "We did try to inform you earlier, but apparently no one else has your phone number. If you're attending, you'll stay at my place. Call again if you get a flight."
So it wasn't her imagination. There's definitely that edge in his voice, like he thinks she isn't going to bother. She swallows. "Okay..."
"Okay." Andre hangs up, and Fabi sits there with the phone to her ear for another full minute before she finally presses 'end call.'
Fabi!! *Hugs8
((Hugs Adra))
Aha
MIIIINE
**
Drat.
-
*Finishes washing her things, and dries them off before looking up at the ceiling, grabbing a few bulbs and a ladder-having to stand on the very top rung again, because of her height- and leans over to get the bulbs into her fixture*
I dedicate this page to dynamite. Dynamite is my frend and shall explode Derek after Book 9. And I dedicate to the sane names of Nic's, sorry to have to be in his head as it must be insane.
*Fixes the light fixture, and slowly gets down the ladder, careful not to fall*
*Looks around*
Oh.. You're gone.
..
*Goes to put her ladder away and glides up the staircase to fix the tumble*
Aro: *is outside the lab too scared to go in for fear of Niccolò's anger*
Fabi slowly makes her way down the cliff.
She wonders if she should try to catch a flight or ask Adra to make her a portal.
...
She can't ask Adra for anything else.
...
And anyway, it'd be rather odd if she just instantly showed up.
...
A last-minute flight would probably be expensive, though.
...
Huh. No good choices.
What was new?
*A few minutes later, a pair of two black haired alchemists sit on the floor with bloody noses*
*A portal back home opens and Adra shoves them through to have Erigone deal with them*
Seriously... We're low in numbers. Now is not the time to be fighting amongst ourselves.
*She flops down on a couch, already tired*
((Ari: May pop in and out for very very short bits of time.))
#ChaseForBook9
((And apparently I have to deal with real life things))
((Today is going to really, really stink.))
((Ari: I'm sorry, Fabi. *hugs*))
#ChaseForBook9
I'm sorry, Fabi *hugs* We'll be here if you need us.
Alright, Ari.
*She swings her legs underneath herself and switches to a topic other than the genocide of her people*
*Sips some applesauce*
*The thought of Crimson pops into her head*
*Conflicted thoughts begin to strangle, and she curls herself up in a ball*
*She hasn't even seen Trip in days*
*Bites her lip to stop herself from crying, and it is hard, but it manages*
*Maybe holding it in hurts more*
Okay Ari
Where did Annika go, anyway?)
Most likely she had pressing issues elsewhere, Ms. Dark.
Of course, Sir..
*Eventually, she calms herself down, but continues to lay on the rather comfortable couch, pulling a blanket over herself, doing her best to enjoy her moment of silence*
Aro: *sees Alexis* Ah Alexis.
Alexis: What do you want?
Aro: *smiles* To see my sister.
Alexis: I'm here and shouldn't you be dead?
Aro: Niccolò doesn't have the heart to kill me. Maybe he does but he knows they'll revive me.
Goddamn, I've got ten pages to read for the Colonial Era. *Bites the ground* Urgh.
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