Okay FINE, so we're all waiting for the Tanith cover... It's looking like a Friday reveal right now- so long as we suffer no more delays. Believe me, once you see it you'll know it's been worth the wait. Tom's best cover. Ever.
Speaking of awesome covers, take a look at these.
Isn't that brilliant? There is literally nothing about this cover that I do not love. And there's more!
I know Suz Korb is a Blog-reader and she's commented a few times, but just take a look at these books she's written. And the titles! Pulpy, trashy, and so much FUN.
You know that old saying, never judge a book by its cover? That's not always applicable. People who judge my books by Tom's covers know exactly what they're getting- awesomeness on a page. And if a writer has enough taste to approve these covers, as Ms Korb obviously does, then that bodes very well for what's inside. From what I know, they're all available online.
Okay, I didn't actually intend to show all of these covers, but once I started I just couldn't stop.
This Blog post, by the way, is for a girl called Molly, who I met today in Forbidden Planet in Dublin. There I was, perusing the shelves, building up the stack of comics in my hand, and then I hear a "Excuse me, can I ask you a question?" from right beside me. I turn, and there stands a fifteen-year old in a really odd hat.
She was, as you can imagine, overjoyed at meeting me. We talked about her nonsensical love of all things Transformers (except the movies- she has issues with the movies) and her appreciation of Batman and how she never could get into Wonder Woman. That led to a conversation about lassoes, and then to a conversation about lassoing horses, and then to a conversation about how cowboys don't lasso horses, they just run after them when they want to catch them. Bless her, she has a small brain.
So this is a Blog post for Molly. Happy birthday Molly.
I've been watching some movies lately. I saw The Amazing Spider-Man last week. Not as bad as I'd been led to believe. I quite enjoyed it, in fact. Andrew Garfield didn't have to cry NEARLY as much as Tobey Maguire, and of course Emma Stone is just divine. I could watch her in anything.
The Dark Knight Rises is out now, of course, but I'd already seen that in the cinema. Not perfect, and some of the story just refuses to make any kind of sense, but a fitting end to the trilogy. I am in awe of Christopher Nolan's ability to generate atmosphere, and then use that atmosphere to make the audience dread what is about to happen.
I've been playing games as well. Just finished Hitman: Absolution. Awesome stuff. I want to play it again and not fire a single shot. Now that's a challenge...
I had been playing the new Assassin's Creed game, but got bored.
Dishonored, however, is a game that did not bore me. The thought and the imagination that went into building that world is staggering. Loved it.
Basically, I've been fitting as much as possible into the last few weeks because I think I've started Book 8... It's all very random at the moment, very casual, just writing a few bits and pieces, a few scenes here and there... but yeah... I think I've actually started. I had a look at the plot a few days ago, to remind myself of what's in store. I've already got it planned out to a degree- I did that a week or two after finishing KOTW- and wow. A LOT happens in this book. Like, SERIOUSLY. It's going to take a lot of planning on my part. War is like that. Complicated. Got to remember who's on who's side and where they are and when certain things take place and who's around when certain people DIE HORRIBLY.
Be warned. There will be horror. There will be slaughter. There will be betrayal and hatred and love and there WILL be blood.
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*hugs everyone*
Actually, I'll be distant. So maybe it isn't the best idea to roleplay... Sorry.
:/
Liz: Well, thanks for the reminder of why I stopped considering you a friend.
Hailey: Oh, any time.
Liz: You're not going to tell me what was in that envelope, are you?
Hailey: No. Just hope she didn't open it.
[Liz rolls her eyes]
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((hugs Marararararalililily))
((Okay...))
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Hunter: *gets a phone call* Ez, I'm getting a phone call!
Ez: *is sitting in a tree, because the ground's damp, because spray, because waterfall* Well, NO!
Hunter: Who would be phoning me in this dimension?
Ez: Good point. *climbs down from tree*
Phone: *still ringing*
Hunter: Do I answer it?
Ez: Well, what do you think?
Hunter: Would that be breaking The Rules?
Ez: Let's pretend we don't know.
Hunter: I don't think it works li-
Ez: *snatches phone* Hello?
Person on other end of phone: HelLO!
Hunter: *looking rather panicked*
Ez: Um, we're stuck in another dimension and we can't get back because if we do we'll be eliminated. However, we'll possibly be eliminated anyway.
Person on other end of phone: You WHAT???
Ez: *hands phone to Hunter*
Hunter: Hello.
Person on other end: Woah woah woah woah woah - WHAT was that about other dimensions?
Hunter: We're in one.
Person: You WHAT??? That's POSSIBLE?
Hunter: *can't be bothered to deal with !!!ings* Oh, pass it to Morgan.
Person: Woah, NO. Not until I get some answers here!
Hunter: *looks at Ez*
Ez: *phones Morgan*
Morgan: Hi.
Hunter: *hangs up on his phone and takes Ez's* We're stuck in another dimension and if we get back we'll be eliminated.
Morgan: Cool.
Hunter: Got any solutions for us?
Morgan: No.
Hunter: That's wonderful.
Morgan: *nods* *remembers she can't be seen* It is.
Hunter: It is indeed.
Morgan: Indeed.
Hunter: Outdeed.
Morgan: Indeed.
Hunter: Outdeed.
Ez: *takes phone off him* Yeah, hi. Could you, I don't know . . .
Hunter: *snatches phone* Ooh, I have an idea. I can't tell you it, though. Then it'd be me making a mess myself. Morgan, THINK. *begins repeating the word 'think' in multiple languages.
Ez: *takes phone* Hi again.
Morgan: Where are you? In that dimension, I mean?
Ez: By a waterfall. Hunter, which waterfall?
Hunter: *takes phone* Well, I don't know. Think wet and green and leafy and damp and mist and flashes and sponge and hard and CRASH and smash and flow and fall and sparkle and drum and quiet and wild and abandoned and . . . *hesitates*
Morgan: Okay.
Hunter: Yeah. Look, I'm really sorry to ask you to switch your brain on here, but we're seriously stuck. Like, might-not-get-back stuck.
Morgan: You okay?
Hunter: Relatively, yeah. You?
Morgan: Problems not escalating. We're doing pretty well, actually.
Hunter: *smiles* That's good. Morgan?
Morgan: Yeah?
Hunter: Don't try and rescue us. *hangs up* *looks at Ez* Well, that might do something.
Ez: Will it be us doing something, though?
Hunter: I told her not to rescue us.
Ez: That wasn't very convincing.
Hunter: Well, tough. I meant it. No secret messages. *lies on the ground and closes his eyes* I'm going to try and untangle now. Might help.
Ez: Need me?
Hunter: I think it would be best if you helped.
Ez: *climbs into tree to lie with her eyes closes there, because damp ground*
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((Babes))
A FEW HOURS LATER:
House: *appears in the middle of the river, water splashing everywhere, grinding down onto the rocky stones, crushing the edges of the trees*
Hunter: Well, would you look at that?
Ez: Oh, thank God. *starts running towards house*
Hunter: Ez, we can't LEAVE!
Then suddenly
everything
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSs
and thought
quiet
ens
and
slow
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ceas
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be
con
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((Woah, everything's actually ending itself really quickly. O_O YAY!))
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((Whajciekfiskcjajjfjdwkfoekm))
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((What))
((What what? XD
I might leave it there for tonight actually. XD You know, keep you waiting.))
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((Don't you dare I must see my babes))
I think I'm here idk hah
Woah Star o.O
((Hey again Meira))
Hi if you're here Mara and hi anyway if you aren't.
#ChaseForBook9
*It begins to snow and Adra pulls her face out of the snow and shivers, feeling a chill down to er bones*
How do you pronounce Harralie?
#ChaseForBook9
Rock Me was an album early and Best Song Ever was an album late tbh.
Har-a-lee *hugs Fabibubbles* :)
That's how I pronounce it anyway.
@Mara: Hello. :)
Hmm. I'm impressed I shocked people. I wasn't even thinking about that, tbh. XD
@Mara: That's how I pronounce it. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
Lots of people call Harry Hairy :P
Or Hayree
It's funny :P
Niall has been called Nyal, Ny-all, Nee-al, Kneel...
:P
Okay, thanks.
Yeah, I assumed it was that, but I wanted to double-check.
[May or may not be recording self singing the ship songs]
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Star - *hugs*
It was very.. dramatic. And cool :)
I suppose it does depend on the person, but yeah. :P
Hey Adra *hugs*
((*is making really fucking awesome cookies and drinking milk while it's snowing really hard*))
*She starts to make the head of the snowman*
@Mara: Thank you. :)
@Lantern: NO
I WON'T SURVIVE THE EMOTIONAL TRAUMA. D:
*hugs* :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :): :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :)
How I do smileys is weird. I have my thumb on the spacebar to leave a space, the third finger of my left hand on the shift key, the third finger of my right hand on the colon, and the middle finger of my right on the bracket. It feels weird, anyway, when you're doing it repeatedly. :) You sort of lean your right hand over on its side.
@Adra: Yay! :)
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WAIT FABI YOU'RE MAKING A HARRALIE SHIP SONG
OH MY GOSH
...
THIS MAY SOUND WEIRD BUT I THINK I'M GOING TO CRY
*hugs*
((*sobbing because Fabi*))
*Adra sighs, noting how silent Blogland is* *Wishes she had someone to hug to*
*Like Trip*
*He isn't there*
*She falls back into the snow, relishing the relief it gives her injuries*
Seems to me that when I die, these words will be written on my stone...
I'm going to write the next bit in my roleplay . . .
So it might take a while.
Or I might switch, idk.
It's just . . . Lantern's been writing and I prefer writing, sooo . . .
#ChaseForBooknine
[hugs Stararar]
I can ship--
Skip the Ezter one if it would make you feel uncomfortable.
Yay for cookies! And smileys! And snow!
#ChaseForBook9
Mara: *looks out the window* *sees a body lying in the snow* *frowns slightly* *hears Harry singing Story of My Life in the other room* *smiles*
*My babes*
*Adra tries to make a snowman, but her leg and arm hurt too much to move*
((Ireland never really gets snow tbh. And when we do, we damn well get snow :P))
((Snow! :D))
[Hugs Mara]
Idk, I sort of want to do a better one for Harralie, but at the same time there are so many ships that need songifying! D:
But yeah, Harralie is the one I did first. Followed by Ghanith/Steak and Ezter. :-)
[hugs Adra]
#ChaseForBook9
((Seattle doesn't get much snow, either. :-/ Whenever it's below freezing (like now) there are no clouds.))
#ChaseForBook9
((whAT IS LOVE?
Baby don't hurt me
Don't hurt me
NO MORE))
((*hugs Fabi*
I can't believe you actually made a song for Harralie, omg.
*cries*
*tacklehugs*
*hugs Adra*
So the angels, they give us hope
Under the mistletoe, there's peace on earth,
And all the spirit will never leave,
And may we always love on Christmas Eve *hums*
((It's not really as impressive as you're making it sound. You can check my blog, though, if you like.))
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((YESSUSUSYES))
*Adra slowly sits up, her eyesight slowly condensing into itself with darkness for a brief moment*
*She looks around and the white tundra and shivers again, her jaw still hurting like hell* *There's a crack, and she screams through clenched teeth, her hand immediately going to her jaw*
Ravel: *walks down holding Christopher looking a little uneasy*
Hunter was used to the feeling of slowly coming to awareness, of the pain receding enough to think, dying down to a constant unbearable ache.
He wasn't used to it happening on his sofa.
He slowly sat up, the slowly, gradually, too slowly disappearing pain crackling with every movement, his vision flaring red and thoughts turning into exclamations marks again for a moment. The flat panes of the living room walls screamed from the sides, the furniture lumping like enormous sores, light exploding off the mirror. Want to close his eyes, but then wouldn't be focusing on distractions and worse, so open. Think. Stuff. Yellow shower curtains. No.
"You okay?" asked someone, and Hunter opened his eyes, because he'd closed them, and Mit was there.
"I'll be fine," said Hunter.
"Your eyes are black," said Mit.
Hunter closed them again.
When he opened them again, he felt a bit better, and set himself glowing, using up the energy. "Well, I'm not dead," he told them cheerfully, "so you must have done something correct."
He'd got what had happened. They're fired RedRays at them - as they were a little short of ways to make them unconscious - and dragged them into the house before taking the house back to their normal home dimension. The house would have been able to find Hunter. The house knew Hunter, and if you teleported it into a location with a good enough image in your head, it could often take you to new places. How else was Hunter meant to find good locations?
Jack shrugged worriedly. "I don't know. Maybe it'll eliminate us."
"You're not human, it can't eliminate you," Hunter told him.
"OH MY GOD, SOMEONE COULD HAVE TOLD ME THAT!" he yelled, chucking a cushion at Mit.
Mit threw it back at him with a wounded look. "How is it my fault?"
"You were saying we were all gonna die!"
"Yeah, well . . . now we're not!"
Morgan kept quiet. She wasn't human. She might -
Hunter looked at her, sensing (not literally) her thoughts. "You'll be fine," he told her quietly. "It can't find you with no connection. It would be like phoning you without having your number."
She sighed, relieved.
Hunter's eyes were on the other sofa, where Ez was lying, still immobilised. "Is she okay?"
"She's fine," Mit nodded. "I think."
"She'll be fine," Hunter told him.
"Ah, good."
"Are you going to thank us?" asked Jack, slightly crossly.
"Yes," Hunter smiled.
He waited.
"WHEN are you going to thank us?"
Hunter laughed. "Thanks."
Mit frowned. "That was a little casual, considering."
Hunter looked at him. "I'm sorry, do you want me to worship you or something?"
"Ooh, yes please. That would be cool."
Hunter disappeared, into the portal room, looking where they were, and moved them to somewhere more snowy.
But they were definitely in this dimension.
Okay, maybe shunting wasn't such a great idea. Next time, he'd have to make a few safety precautions.
Hunter pulled the RedRay energy back from his left hand, and reached his senses into his gloves, where he'd stored the inter-dimensional travelling energy. It was still there, the RedRays just coating the outside, not getting into the locked compartments. Hunter tugged the coating off, wincing at the absorption of them, and pressed his gloves at the house, sending the energy into its storage compartments instead. It would be safer there.
Just in case he was bored enough to teleport the house into somewhere rainy when it was daytime.
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@Lantern: It wouldn't make me uncomfortable. I would majorly freak out at the sheer amount of awesome. :) :) :)
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((HUNTER BBY))
Oh, that's the end, btw. :)
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((Jesus Christ.
Tich is one of the best singers I have ever heard in my life.
Look up "Tich - More Than This - One Direction" her cover is just... wow. She hits such high notes and wow. Wow.))
Mara: *hears a scream* *freezes* *yells* Harry, take care of the twins! *teleports outside* *gasps at the cold*
((STAR NO BABES WHY
okay moooooorah))
*Adra slumps forward and sticks her face in the snow*
((Star oh my gosh))
@Mara: She's really really good. :)
@Adra: Sorry! D: *is writing*
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*is watching people's roleplays with interest*
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Okay, thanks for clarifying, Star.
I finished the Harralie and saved it, and then listened to it and then decided I wanted to fix the timing at the beginning, but when I went to Audacity again, it was all silence! D:
And then I unplugged the mic and it played fine.
#ChaseForBook9
@Adra: And, thank you. :) :) :)
#ChaseForBooknine
*snaps her fingers and generates a ball of light* *melts the snow around her* Adra, is that you?
*slowly raises her head and looks at Mara, glaring as she takes another handful of slow, pressing it against the large bandage on the left side of her face, closing her eyes and leaning into it*
((*hugs Star* I love Tich :')
Fabi - D:
But good that it started working again :P *hugs*))
Ravel: *puts the babyin his crib and looks at the scene* What the hell happened?
@Mara: I can see why. :) She's really good.
@Lantern: :O
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((Was that to me, Zaf?))
*takes a step back* I, um.. *falls backwards* *yelps* *rubs her head* *mutters* Ow.
(Yeah it was...)
((Star - I just bought all her EPs right now on iTunes :P
I PREORDERED HER CHRISTMAS EP :'D))
*looks at Ravel* *shrugs*
((It doesn't work when the mic is plugged in now, though. So I can't stay in time with myself! D:))
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@Mara: YAY! :)
#ChaseForBookNine
*Adra looks at the two then shakes her head- moving her jaw would cause in blinding pain through her skull*
@Lantern: Damn! D:
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((Hey Star...?))
Ravel: Adra do you want me to take you to Haley?
((Why did it go silent?))
*Adra looks between the two, then stumbles to her feet, quickly retreating into the lab*
*She runs for a mirror, carefully pulling the bandage off where she was shot* *She winces, gently touching the bone, as the fractures appear to have increased*
*She quickly peels back the bandages on her arm, the words "Child Killer" still carved there*
*She takes a deep breath through her nose*
((I apologize- I have just seen what you wrote))
Ravel: or not...
The other secondary school in my town released a single dedicated to their principal who died in a car crash two years ago. All of the money spent on buying it will go towards charity. Even if you just listen to it, you'll be helping them. Don't feel like you have to, but I personally think it's amazing what they're doing ❤️
It's called My Hero, and it's by Presentation Secondary School, Clonmel. :)
*She touches the small area on her chin which was supposed to be setting itself* *She whimpers slightly as it stabs through her*
*She removes her jacket, folding it over a chair and limping to her couch and taking out a medical kit*
*She begins with her leg, unwrapping it and inspecting the stitches where she was stabbed, every move numbing*
*She pulls out a morphine injection, giving it to herself, waiting for it to affect*
*She wraps the upper half of her leg up again*
*She looks at her arm and pours medicinal alcohol over it again, hissing*
((PS: It's not exactly good, but the girls tried so hard, so yeah...))
((I'm listening.. *nods*))
((*hugs Adra* Thank you :) ))
((Unless that was directed to Zaf, in which case *awkwardness* but yay for roleplayingness :) ))
@Mara: *pastes into YouTube search bar* *carefully goes through taking out the capital letters because capital letters are just not ALLOWED in search bars :P*
@Adra: What what I wrote when? *sighs at my losing-track-of-things-ness*
Yeah, I'm distant. :)
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Good morning, afternoon, or evening, Blogland.
*hugs Star* Thank you :)
I'm not sure if it's on YouTube, but thank you :)))
Ravel: oh hey Mara! I would say Zaf would love to show you Christopher but....well she's in the library with John Smith.
((No what Zaf did))
*She wraps her arm up again, pulling an arm band over it* *She then pulls out a mirror and examines her jaw*
((Hello, Sir! *hugs* How are you?))
@Mara: It is on YouTube. :) RTÉ put it on, who I've never heard of before now, but you probably have. :P
Hi Sir! :)
#ChaseForBookNine
(Hmm? What? Zaf and John are still speaking whenever Nic is on)
IT WOULD BE SO WEIRD TO GO TO A SCHOOL WITH JUST GIRLS. O_O
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*She carefully bandages her jaw, stifling a scream as she takes it back up* *She shuffles back outside and sits inthe wooden bench screen on her porch*
Greetings Ms. Charm, Kerias, Dark, and Inkbright.
I am well, thank you for asking.
OH MY GOSH.
I typed something into the search engine, searching for a song, and MY PLAYLIST WAS THE FIRST THING THAT CAME UP.
ARGHHHHHHHHHHHH!
#ChaseForbooknine
((Sorry I'm not really here IAC is on))
Star - Rádio TéilifÃs Éireann :) basically all the radio and tv over here has something to do with RTÉ :P
Thanks for watching it *hugs* :)
I go to a school with just girls :P It is weird, after being in a mixed school for eight years... :/
((It's not that bad, Star..))
((Of course! *curtsies* *Bows* *is posh*))
Er, quite.
Ah, congratulations, I suppose, Ms. Inkbright.
*She pushes herself on her swing slowly, not moving a lot, closing her eyes and doing her best to ignore the throb in her jaw*
((Hi, Sir. *curtsies* :P
YAAYY STAR! *hugs* :)
Okay the break is on I'll be here for approx five minutes))
Hey, Ravel. It's alright. *smiles* I'd love to show Zaf Kenzie and Ash, but I think it's too cold to bring them outside...
Adra... Be careful... *frowns*
*She looks carefully at Mara* *She can't answer*
((Star's famous))
Never said going to an all-girls school would be BAD. I just said it seemed weird. :P
@Mara: I've always been to mixed schools . . . :P
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Ravel: I can come see them, she'll see through my memories and whenever she finishes up with John I'm sure she'll come down
I'm not famous. I was searching for an EP version of a song. The EP version is rare. :(
But still, it's cool. :)
I usually type things in like:
band name lyrics song name
But I put 'ep' on the end to get the EP version. :P
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BUTTTTTTTTTTTT MY PLAYLIST ONLY HAS THIRTEEN VIDEOS ON IT SO IT'S STILL RATHER IMMENSELY COOL. :)
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(Omg we figured out the LSODM cover
((Woohoo! *pats her cheek*))
*She rests her head against the back of the swing, sighing*
*She hear's a shuffle and looks up at Priya, who's glaring down at her*
*Adra slowly shakes her head, jumping up and away from Priya's outstretched hand*
My my my. You get a speeding ticket or two or seventy and they get all huffy at you.
*shakes her wallet sadly*
*a moth and three washers fall out*
Ah, well. At least I'm not in prison.
Ah, greetings, Ms. Barnosky.
Wonderful, Ms. Kerias.
((..You aren't? I was looking forward to that, Anni))
Ravel: *looks at Sharky* You're the one who they call Sharky, yes?
(. . .
. . .
. . . Really now, Adra.
Given what you know about Doctor Precocious,
don't you think it very unlikely that you WON'T have to bail her out of prison at some point?)
*Adra pushes Priya off the porch into a snow drift, leaping over her and limp-running to her snowman*
(Anyhow, I should be on for quite a while, unless the roof were to catch fire or the Thing under my bed gets hungry.)
*plods down the street*
*humming a nameless tune*
Eight days . . .
Eight days . . .
Eight days left . . .
*waves at Priya*
Adra. Please. Why won't you let us - or Priya - help you?
*glances at Ravel* Sure. Just hold on a sec.
@Anni: Hello! :) I liked your roleplay.
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((True, but still!))
Adra! *runs after her*
*grabs her arm* *teleports back beside the swing* *pins her to the ground*
Ravel: of course Mara.
...
Well. I have been called that, for a variety of questionable reasons, yes. In any case, I am Sir Reingington, if you must know.
... Why?
(I apologize for my silliness, Adra.
*frowns*
*offers her a delicious cheesecake*
And thank you, Star!)
Ravel: *goes to help Priya*
(Where is everyone currently? I'd rather not be flouncing about by myself.)
*She screams from the pressure on her arm, then again from the movement in her jaw*
*She shoves Mara away, carefully cradling the side of her face*
(I mean role-play-wise.)
((I am on my porch *nods*))
*yelps* *scowls*
*storms over to Adra*
*rips her bandage away from her jaw*
((I am wherever Adra is :P))
((Thanks yo))
*Her jaw is bloodied, a small hole in her jaw where she was shot* *Her skin is purple and brown where it's fractured*
(Zaf is in her treehouse with John Smith (one of Niccolò's names) in the library Ravel is outside)
*wanders aimlessly*
*over bridges*
*under overpasses*
*through tunnels*
*between yogurt shops*
. . .
. . .
. . . *sigh*
*dimly thinks about going to Adra's place*
*begins slowly making her way there*
((Everyone- watching this and on the Blog at the same time... I highly recommend it.
Nods to Em
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4tzhyfWHdLo ))
...
*sighs*
Ms. Dark, honestly.
*cautiously approaches the porch*
((Man, my place is the crib))
*pulls out her van in the form of a black yo-yo*
*leans against a frozen yogurt shop*
*plays with the yo-yo*
*a punk walks by*
Punk: Yo, fro yo yo-yo ho.
*continues on his merry way*
. . .
. . .
*bursts into peals of uncontrollable laughter*
*stares at Adra's jaw*
Oh my God.
*laughing*
*laughing*
*crying*
*and slowly*
*slowly*
*stops*
*puts away the yo-yo*
*continues towards Adra's porch*
. . . Hullo?
Adra? Are you home?
*sees Adra*
Oh . . . my.
*She looks stonily at Mara*
*holds up hands in defence*
Well, jesus! Don't look at me like that. I didn't know, did I? *glares*
... *sighs* Sorry. Right. Um.
*grimaces*
*straightens her lab coat*
*then strides forward, trying to look cheery*
Hullo there, all! Had a bit of an altercation, did we?
*puts her hands behind her back*
*and smiles happily*
*Socially-Awkward Precocious*
*She pulls out a small mirror and looks at her jaw, pulling out more bandages to cover it up*
*She nods in greeting to Doctor*
((@Adra: What da hell. :P))
#ChaseForBookNine
Hey, Precocious. Umm. *winces*
*her smile shrinks by a couple of teeth*
Sorry . . .
. . . A bit awkward, that.
*swallows*
((Are you watching it, Star?))
*To the others* *Quietly* If you rather enjoy yourselves, then here would be the last place you want to be
((Something twitches across her face,
Like a silent scream, and then it's gone
They were looking at her without seeing
She reminds herself she's okay with that))
#ChaseForBook9
...
*blinks*
And what is that supposed to mean, Ms. Dark?
*claps hands together*
*like she does when she's uncomfortable*
Well, fortunately I haven't rather enjoyed myself for quite some time.
*frowns*
Is there anything I can do to help?
((Fabi! *hugs*))
*She stops for a second, regaining herself* *Quietly again, doing her best to not move her jaw*
It means I'm not exactly fun to be around right now, so... Here would be the last place I imagine any of you want to be.
No, Doctor.
Ravel: *walks elsewhere* (oh help me...V wrote a Zavel fan fic
Well . . . that's dandy.
*sighs*
I suppose I've wasted my time here.
*walks away stoically*
. . .
*comes trotting back*
May I use your bathroom?
*She nods to Ravel* See?
*She sighs, then nods*
*trots inside*
*is gone for a minute or two*
*comes back a little happier*
It's lovely in there! The bathroom smells like vanilla.
*suddenly grows dizzy*
Ooh . . .
*presses hand to head*
Khasiis: *whispers* Eight days, eight days, eight eight eight . . .
((Hello Adra...))
#ChaseForBook9
*Adra nods* Rightly so... Vanilla candles...
Ravel: *comes back*Now look Adra I'm going to do this the easy or hard way. I either make you pass out from lack of oxygen and have Priya heal you or you cooperate and let Priya heal you.
*glances worriedly at Adra*
*She glances curiously at Doctor*
*She glares at him* You can't do that, Ravel.
*rubs her temples*
Ooh . . .
*takes a deep breath*
*exhales*
*eager not to lose face in front of the group*
*she takes her hands from her head*
*clasps them behind her back again*
*and smiles awkwardly at Adra*
Very nice bathroom. Very nice.
You're clearly uncomfortable, Doctor. Please, don't stay for my benefit.
If I am uncomfortable, Adra, it is only at seeing you so pained.
Ravel: Try me Adra. I'm not against it.
*She rolls her eyes* Right, well. I deserved this one, so...
Again... No, I can't use magic... I should heal like a normal person.
I know, Ravel. But it isn't your decision.
*doesn't say anything in response*
*but instead glances around at everyone present*
*then looks at the ground*
*frowns at the good Doctor, but says nothing*
Ravel: Do I care? No. And you can't use magic?
(I dedicate this page to H. P. Lovecraft, Edgar Allan Poe, Mary Shelly, and Bram Stoker.)
Fine then.
*She shakily gets to her feet, walking normally, despite the twinges in her leg*
I'll make it less awkward for you...
*She goes into the lab, going to work more*
((I'm gonna vanish now...))
#ChaseForBook9
(*raises glass*)
*Priya looks at Sir mischievously*
((Okay Fabi *hugs*))
(Goodbye, Fabi.)
*opens her mouth to say something to Adra*
*then closes it again*
*and lets her disappear into her lab*
Ravel: Doctor?
*blinks at Ravel*
. . ?
...
Yes, Ms. Priya?
*She feels a weight on the couch next to her shift, and she sees a figure out of the corner of her eye*
*Softly* Adrian, go.
*He chuckles* Nice scars, mother.
Adrian, you got your revenge... Please, just go.
No mother, not yet...
Then what are you waiting for?
I just want to drag this out as much as I can, mother. After what you did... *he laughs*
*Priya hugs him, then waves*
*Looks at him, then the Doctor*
*She signs* "Bowling?"
Ravel: Come outside with me. You can meet my son.
*opens mouth*
*closes it*
*opens it again*
Why . . . why yes, that's right!
Bowling!
*looks curiously at Sir*
Do you still want to go?
*looks at Ravel*
I . . . beg your pardon?
*Chase walks into Blogland carrying a rucksack on his back. He's whistling a merry tune.*
Chase: Evening all! *shouts as he spots everyone, then stops abruptly when he sees Adra*
Jesus Christ what happened to you?
Ravel: Evening Chase.
((Em you're a bit late on the par there :P))
*watches Ravel leave*
*bites her lip*
I . . . I think I just offended a Grand Mage.
(*pats Emerald on the back*
Tough luck, Emerald.)
*She gets up, stiffly walking away*
*He calls after her* JUST TO KEEP YOU WAITING, MOTHER! NEXT TIME I FIND YOU, I'LL-
*She touches a symbol on the wall, and he disappears with a shout, and a crackle of blue electricity*
... Well, my good Doctor, if you aren't too busy with Mr. Ravel.
*She keeps her hand on the wall for a second, before falling back and sitting against it*
((JESUS CHRIST AMY AND JOEY ARE GONE OH MY GOD NO NO NO NO NO *screams*))
Ravel: I don't feel offended. Plus you're not Irish to your life is less likely to be on the line if you had. Now being I'm engaged to your Grand Mage....yes I could see Zafira taking your head if you had offended me
(Blue electricity? I approve.)
No, I've got time.
*checks her oversized pocket watch*
. . . Yes.
Have you found a good bowling alley nearby?
((Fanfics?))
((Hey Em :) *hugs*))
((NO I'M A CELEBRITY))
((*cries*))
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