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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«Oldest ‹Older 4401 – 4600 of 4966 Newer› Newest»(Not long ago, I was being my usual eccentric self, and I called myself a lady in passing. There's a five-year-old boy that I'm acquainted with, and he say to me, quote, "Nah, you're not a lady. You're more like a gentleman."
Now, I was offended, because I am, after all, a girl, and to be called not-a-lady was offensive to me. But I talked to him some more, and found out that he said that because, quote, "Ladies gotta stay home and be polite and not have any fun. Gentlemen get to go have fun adventures and stop end-of-the-worlds and stuff. I think THAT'S what you're good at."
It turned out to be one of the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.
That child is now one of my best friends.)
(*raises a glass*
Hear hear, Zafira.)
*nods and sits back unsure what to do now*
(Annika that is adorabaloo)
(. . . You could do an Irish step dance, Zafira!
Or you could hot wire a corvette and drive off across the horizon.
Or dig a tunnel through the earth and pop out in Blogland-China.
*shrugs*)
An excellent dedication, Ms. Kerias. *claps*
And a lovely story as well, Ms. Barnosky. Though believe me when I say that there are plenty of world-saving ladies.
I suppose so.
*stands up, and weighs his ball*
Hrm...
*shrugs, and rolls it slightly differently this time*
*the ball crashes into the pins, and it ends up a strike*
A-ha! I KNEW that Albert does not polish his lanes!
Al: Al! And girlie, next time you do that I'm putting poison in your hot dog!
*Priya sticks her tongue out at Albert* *glares*
(Mmm but again, I get stuck ALONE which is what I'm wanting to avoid
*claps*
Good show, good show!
Go on, Priya. You're up!
(*crosses her arms*
*crosses her legs*
*crosses her eyes*
*ponders Zafira's dilemma over a stiff drink*)
Thank you, my good Doctor.
*collects his ball, and goes back to the bench*
Best of luck, Ms. Priya.
*Priya carefully stands up and pulls out another heavy bowling ball*
*She rolls a split*
*She glares*
(Crosses her eyes?)
*laughs*
Bad luck, Priya!
Khasiis: EIGHT
Urgh!
*presses a hand to her head*
. . .
Khasiis: EIGHT
*whispers very quietly*
Not yet . . . you won't kill me yet . . .
Khasiis: . . .
*takes hand away from her head*
*and smiles shakily*
(Yes, Adra, crosses her eyes.
You know, where you stare at your own nose with both eyes?)
(Yeah Anni its my problem, I'm stuck alone as it'll only cause anger if I take any of my characters)
(Hm. I don't know if there would ever be an occasion where I needed to play solely as Khasiis, but I think I may make a profile picture of her at some point.)
(I know- I just wasn't exactly expecting that)
*Priya huffs*
((I'd be screaming bloody murder, Anni))
(*isn't sure what to say to Zafira's comment*
*so instead begins listening to Cabin Pressure*
. . .
. . .
HA HA HA HA HA!
Oh, Douglas, you sly-boots you . . .)
(*raises eyebrow at Adra*
. . . Screaming at . . . what?
*scrolls upwards to see if she commented something frightening*)
...
*closely examines the good Doctor*
. . .
. . . Ahem. Sir?
Why are you squinting at my face?
(At Khasiis, Annika)
*Priya goes to get herself some more water*
I have no idea yet.
(I came to the conclusion I am now forced into solitude. *sighs* and I have no bloody ideas to talk to myself until someone comes as I won't knkw where you guys are)
. . . Fair enough, I suppose.
*looks a little perturbed*
Let me know if you figure it out, do.
(Well, if it will cause Adra emotional scarring, I simply MUST make that profile picture of Khasiis.)
((I wish I could console you, Zaf, but I'm afraid for it to escalate into a fight...))
((God dammit Anni I'm going to CRYYYY))
(Mmm well don't worry you aren't in solitude bored)
(*laughs evilly*
*it bears a suspicious resemblance to Derek's laugh*)
Ms. Kerias, it is quite possible that Zafira the character is just as bored as you are. In which case, I would recommend the lovely recreational activity of bowling.
...
Hrm.
*Priya moves the ground into a little step and she drinks from the taller fountain like a proper person*
. . .
. . .
. . . I'm going to take my next turn.
Khasiis: YOUR TURN TO DIE-
Ahem.
*smiles weakly*
*picks up a bowling ball*
*and bowls a perfect strike*
Khasiis: . . . EIGHT DAYS, BITCH.
*punches the air*
A strike! I win!
Khasiis: No. You won't.
*shakes her head violently*
*looks up breathlessly*
Priya?
PRIYA?
*looks unnaturally distressed*
It's your turn, Priya!
(I can't take her as I'm wIting to continue with what I was doing last night when/f Ari comes on tonght$
((Then why be upset because you're waiting for something?))
(*waves the flag of the UK*
Please, Zafira and Adra . . .
*waves the flag of France*
Can't we just be . . .
*triumphantly waves the flag of Canada*
. . . friends?)
...
Er, my good Doctor?
*Priya looks up from her rock-stool at Doctor, frowning* *takes one last swig of her water*
*smiles shakily*
W-what?
What? It's Priya's turn.
*sits down*
. . .
*Priya shifts the ground so that it's back to normal, and goes back to the bowling*
*She finishes up her hot dog, and grabs a bowling ball*
*She rolls a strike* *She claps*
*She shifts from foot to foot, still uncomfortable that she gave Albert money*
*She sits a little further back, and pulls out her sketchbook, drawing*
*applauds Priya*
Well done!
(Because I don't know if she will come on. I mean she said yeah we can continue but yeah I never know when she'll come and I wanna do something but its like I csn't use any of my other characters)
*Priya nods*
*She carefully draws Al, confused with her fascination with his character*
*gestures to the lane*
Your turn, my good friend.
Wonderful work, Ms. Priya. Well, it's my turn now, I suppose.
*stands up, and walks over to the lane*
*takes a step forward, and rolls his ball down the aisle*
*It takes out 7 pins*
*She looks back, then at her paper*
*She sighs, putting her paper down the table, and leaves it for the counter*
*She hands Albert a sheet of paper*
*clapping slowly*
Khasiis: You're dying in eight days.
Don't
ever
forget that.
. . .
. . .
*seems to be trying to work up the nerve to say something*
. . .
. . .
. . . Sir?
Thank you for taking me bowling. Even though we didn't pay for anything.
*smiles happily*
It's . . . it's been great.
*takes a deep breath*
*exhales*
(I give up unless Ari is on assume me not here even though you guys do that now
(We only do that when you go for a long time without saying anything.)
*Albert frowns*
Al: The heck am I supposed to do with this?
*frowns*
My good Doctor, firstly, it was nothing. Secondly...
Bah, it certainly isn't my business. It was a pleasure, my good Doctor.
*She motions for him to open it*
*it reads* "Albert, please tell me- how many people have you killed?"
*looks at the ground with a contented smile*
I'm going to miss . . .
*stops*
*and sighs*
*and stands up*
Well then!
My turn!
*picks up a bowling ball*
... These sound suspiciously like good byes, my good Doctor.
Al: What, do you think I COUNT or something?
*Priya's eyes narrow, and she feels herself get angry* *She nods stiffly*
. . .
*rolls a perfect strike*
Priya.
Your turn.
*Priya quickly runs and rolls, managing a perfect strike again- mainly because of the anger fueling her- then stomps back to Albert, huffing angrily*
((Awkward silence?))
...*sighs, stands up, and hefts his bowling ball*
*rolls a strike with practiced efficiency*
*sits back down, and looks at the good Doctor*
(Ha! Oh its silent I wouldn't have noticed.
*While she's angrily standing there, she throws the paper away from her hot dog* *She nods*
. . .
. . .
. . . Oh, yes! It's my turn.
*stands up*
Hi?
I'm here at a reasonable hour today?
#ChaseForBook9
(Hi, Fabi! *hugs*)
(Hullo, Fabi!)
Greetings, Ms. Fabienne.
*picks up another ball*
*polishes it on her sleeve*
*and rolls it into the gutter*
. . .
*purposefully picks up a second one*
*polishes it off*
*and rolls a perfect strike*
. . .
((I'm gonna write a speech, because I'm not doing much roleplay-wise at the moment and I have stuff I want to say. Wbd.))
#ChaseForBook9
*Priya huffs, thinking about the people who have died*
*She hisses and storms out the door and out onto the street*
*She walks down a block or two, and sits on a bench, crossing her arms*
(Fair enough, Fabi.)
((Hi Adra, Anni and Sir.))
#ChaseForBook9
(Okay Fabi *huggles*)
*watches her go*
. . . There goes Priya.
*swallows*
I suppose it's your turn, then.
*looks down at the scoreboard*
. . . I believe you're winning.
(Fine be my guest I'll be alone. Exactly what everyone wanted. Happy? I'm again talking to myself like I do almost everyday. For hours)
Javier: *sits out in the snow*
Ravel: I thought you were on a call Javier.
Javier: No and I guess everyone besides you and my kids and Zaf hates us.
Ravel: Yeah I know. I can see it in their eyes they hate Zafira therefore hating us for being friends with her.
Javier: Nobody even cares about Zafira's plan she wants to help John and nobody wants to help see if its possible besides John. All Adra cares about is her part.
Ravel: i know. They left me you know. I went to see Chase he ran off. They don't like any of us. Zafira wants to go back to Manhattan. I told her she shouldn't but now I think I'll rethink.
Javier; she's better off. The only person who isn't family that likes her is Nic and Aretha, I know.
*Adra wakes up on the couch, startled from her sleep, not recalling how she fell asleep*
*She feels a bump on her forehead*
*She shakes her head*
*Adra sighs*
...
I must be honest.
I never learned how to keep score in bowling.
Ravel: Ireland is better but I know she's American Grand Mage and all. I wouldn't make her leave America.
Javier: Yeah I know. Look I was possessed and tried to kill Zaffy and nobody likes me meanwhile Alastair takes control, imprisons Zafira Alexis and Aretha in his head and everyone was all forgiving to Niccolò. Me? I'm the bad.
Ravel: *smirks* I get it. People hate. People, my own friends...
Javier: If they knew Zaf...
Ravel: dont go there. She was lucky.
Heh. Well, what's a scoreboard between friends.
. . .
. . .
Khasiis: *whispers* Eight days till death . . .
Eight days to live, eight days to die . . .
. . . Thank you for bringing me! This was really fun!
I already said that, didn't I.
*rubs her head*
It's your turn. Your turn to bowl.
Khasiis: I wonder if you'll ever see him again, after tonight.
*whispers quietly* Shut up.
Khasiis: Does he know you're dying?
Shh!
*Priya pulls out her phone and texts*
*a minute later, a portal opens in the wall next to her, and Adra steps out*
*Priya begins to sob hysterically, collapsing into her fellow alchemist's arms*
*Adra takes one look at her and hugs her tightly*
Javier: oh and Nic tries to kill us all yet there's Adra wanting to help him, if it were me they'd kill me.
Ravel: They kill people who threaten the perfect society. I'm seriously considering leaving with Zafira when Christopher can. I think it's best.
Javier: Get out while you can. It'll make no difference the Bloglandians will go on with life. We all could drop dead they'd not even take a second glance. They wouldn't bring us back but if it was Adra they'd do it.
Ravel: I get it. Come on Javier. You want to go back to Ireland? I have some things to do and I'm sure you'd like to take a trip?
Javier: Sure. I've never been to a Cradle's Sanctuary.
Ravel: *laughs* It is impressive though the New York Sanctuary is as well.
Javier: I hear.
Ravel: *looks at the bracelet and puts hand on Javier and they appear in Roarhaven Sanctuary* Come. *leads to where his office is* Let me do this and you can see the other parts.
.....
You know, I believe we've bowled enough tonight. But it's more work for Albert, so...
*rolls the ball down the aisle, and knocks six pins over*
Now, perhaps we should look for Priya?
*Adra looks in both directions, and carefully ushers the other girl through the portal, and going to get her some tea, after setting her down on the couch with a blanket*
*She comes back and sits beside her, putting an arm around her shoulders as the younger girl cries quietly*
((Hm... Well, I was about to RP with you Zaf...?
But, er... Who is left?))
Yes . . . yes, let's do that.
*stands up*
She went outside, I believe.
(I will be forced to depart in around an hour, I'm afraid.)
Very sad, Ms. Barnosky.
Quite, my good Doctor. After you.
*gestures towards the exit*
*steps out onto the street*
*looks around*
Priya?
Priya!
*but there's nothing but an empty park bench*
*sighs*
*the crowds have dispersed slightly*
Harrumph. Where on Earth did she go?
(Oh? Well just assume they didn't leave. I figured I was alone and had no idea what to do)
I'm not sure. Priya?
PRIYA!
. . .
. . . Well then.
...
I do hope she isn't injured. She wouldn't be able to call out for help...
She seems able to take care of herself. But nevertheless . . .
*stares hopelessly at the throng of milling people*
*claps her hands*
Pri-ya!
Pri-ya!
Cot-ten can-dy!
. . .
. . . Oh, it was worth a try.
((Awh, Anni! *hugs* Okay :(! ))
*Adra shushes the girl and Priya grabs Adra's arm, pulling the bandages away*
*The carved words in her flesh are revealed*
*Adra looks, shocked at Priya*
*Priya signs "Why do people have to be so cruel?"*
*Adra's eyes water*
*She shrugs, and carefully pulls her arm away, wrapping it back up*
*Priya carefully raises a hand to Adra's cheek, healing the bullet hole*
*Adra bites her lip, but feels like her jaw is still fractured*
*Priya looks at her, then dissolves into tears again*
((Er... If you want, the portal can still be open. But I have a feeling you two might just move on anyway..))
*Kerra appears next to Zaf, seemingly out of thin air*
(I don't exactly know where you are Adra...I just am saying Javier and Ravel never left)
(Well, we're just following the natural course of action after finding her missing: looking for her.)
*is confused* Uhm....hi? Is this an emergency because I'm kinda waiting for someone
(Not looking for Priya would, in the words of a kindergardener, be a "Meanie-pants" thing to do.)
*Kerra says something in her language, but her body language suggests that she wants to know how she is healing*
*looks at Kerra for a moment* Crap. Let's keep it that way. They all think I'm dandy but I'm not. I walk and if hurts like hell but I can't be out of work long...*Zafira looks warm and the library isn't that hot*
(Of course, but usually people just give up if there's no sign... Er, which is why I suggested the portal still be open, if you two wished to pursue it...)
*Kerra slaps Zaf, then looks at her face curiously* *She pokes where her third eye is*
*fliches from the slap* What are you doing?
*Kerra looks stern* *she gestures wildly then takes some herbs from her pocket, throwing them in Zafira's face*
*drops her arms sadly*
. . . I think she's gone.
... Oh, blast and confound it all. How did she disappear so bally fast?
Eer....*takes herbs seriously confused* I'm guessing I'm supposed to eat all of them...?
So, a while ago, I dedicated a page to communication. A while later, I did so again and said a bit more, but I never really said all that I want to.
Communication has always been a really fascinating topic for me, mainly because I've always had trouble with it.
The first layer of communication, is the intent. That's the important bit, I suppose, but there's so much more to it. Word choice, tone, they add so much, and then at the same time there's the whole other level of body language irl.
Like, you know how teachers like you to look at them when they talk? It's not because they don't think you're capable of listening but not looking. Looking at people while they talk makes it clear that you're listening and that you care about what they have to say.
An example more relevant to Blogland, the one that inspired this speech, is Zaf, actually. While her intent is well enough (she wants to participate and be loved/appreciated), her word choice (whether or not she meant it to) communicated bitterness and hatred. Which maybe isn't the best way to be friends with people.
And I think that maybe if you think about what you're communicating to other people, they'll like you better. I don't know. I do that irl and a lot of people don't like me very much. It's not for lack of trying, though.
And that's all I'm going to say on the subject. Hopefully I communicate that I wanted to help. That was my intent, anyway, to help. Not to offend people or anything.
Another thing I'd like to mention is that there was a car crash in my neighborhood. Which probably means I know the people who were in it. Basically, a car drove off the road and into a lake. There isn't a fence, but there's a really wide shoulder, so usually it doesn't matter, but there must have been ice.
I didn't see the car, (I got there as the last emergency vehicles and the news van were leaving, and the rest I heard second-hand) and I don't know who it was, but I really hope they're alright.
#ChaseForBook9
*Adra does her best to follow as Priya begins to sign so fast, her movements are blurring together*
*Adra hugs her, rocking the girl as she looks like she's going to scream*
I've got no idea.
*angrily kicks the ground*
*and coughs into her sleeve*
*which comes away a little red*
*but she shoves her hands into her pockets*
*and doesn't appear to notice*
[Runs off and hides]
#ChaseForBook9
(I'm not friendly in general Fabi. I'm not. It's why my OC is a Necromancer, as I'm not friendly.)
((That was really nice, Fabi *raises glass*))
*Kerra bops her nose, then shakes her head*
(I am not very emotional. That is why I write very emotional characters.
It rather helps me cope.)
*Adra shushes her before she could make that terrible scream*
*She wipes her tears* Priya, darling... Lay down for a second. I need to have a word...
*She pokes her head out of the portal, looking for Sir and Doctor*
*Priya hauls her back and Adra shouts in surprise*
Okay *is still totally lost watching Kerra*
*Kerra nods, then picks up her walking stick, then whacks Zaf over the head*
*frowns intently at the good Doctor, but starts*
Did you hear a shout?
*looks up*
A-
Adra?
Owww!!!! Woah lets not give me a concussion! What do you want me to do? (Explanation: Zaf's acting off she isnt acting her usual smart self
*Priya is signing so quickly now*
P-Priya... Oh my gods.
*The girl dissolves into tears again*
Priya.... Priya, breathe. You need to calm down. If you need to, we can go there-
*the girl shakes her head*
But, if-
*She shakes her head firmly*
What about Sir and the Doctor! Do they know at all where you went? For all we know, they might think you're dead!
*Priya signs*
...
Fine.
*Kerra whacks her again and then points across the street*
*She hears through the portal*
Priya... Priya, calm down. *She wipes her tears* Please hun.
*Priya's breath settles, and she nods*
*Adra nods back* You're still beautiful, sis.
*Priya nods and half-smiles*
I can't go to the lab I'm waiting to meet someone.
*Priya signs* "I should go back, shouldn't I? But then again, he's a murderer. I don't think hitting him will be good."
*Adra nods* We can ask Sir.
*Kerra frowns* *Shakes her head* *Looks exasperated*
((Thanks, Adra...))
((You don't have to be happy-bubbly or outgoing to have friends, but do try to communicate something that isn't negative once and awhile.))
((Wbd/msd))
#ChaseForBook9
I'm really bad at sherades. I'm not understanding this at all.
*Priya holds a hand out, shaking her head*
*She slips from the portal and slinks back to the bowling alley*
((Unless, you know, you don't want to RP with that character any further, Sir. I was just curious.))
*someone slams into her shoulder*
H-
*falls*
*lands on her arse*
*the shopper disappears into the crowd*
*and she begins to cough violently*
*blood splattering into her hands like vomit*
Khasiis: Still so weak. So defenseless. Can't even take one or two hard knocks without breaking.
I can fix that.
N-
N-
(Can't help it's how I am. I'm nice I get ignored I'm negative I get ignored so yeah)
*Kerra stops moving for a second*
*She growls at Zaf and huffs, sitting on the ground, her legs crossed, back straight*
Okay look...I...*looks extremely pale and sits down* Oh my god...
((I'm going to drop the subject after this. I've already said more than I probably ought to have.))
((When you're negative, though, you do hurt people's feelings.))
((That is all.))
#ChaseForBook9
((It is perfectly fine, Ms. Dark.))
My good Doctor!
*rushes to her, and quickly kneels*
Al: What? Back again? Bah, and I thought I could pack up and leave already...
*Adra facepalms*
((I do believe it is a possibility that Sir has become distant, if not gone completely jsyk))
((THAT ALWAYS HAPPENS DAMMIT.))
(And when one is alone and unable to participate for hours one's feelings are also hurt, causing the negative)
G-
G-
Khasiis: No, I will NOT go away.
I will be here for the rest of your life.
But don't worry.
Don't fret.
That's only eight days.
*and laughs*
*the laugh ringing in Precocious's head*
*chokes on her own blood*
*retches it out*
*and stands up again on shaky legs*
*nearly slipping in the blood*
*Priya crosses her arms and easily clears the counter* *She aims a kick at Al's face*
*slips*
*lands on her arse again*
D-
Damn-
*grips Sir's shoulder for support*
*and clambers to her feet again*
((So basically, it goes in a loop. Good to know. I believe I will go use my energy towards drawing, which has a higher chance of success than accomplishing anything here.))
((Or perhaps I'll roleplay...))
((Nah, I need to think of something that isn't boring first!))
#ChaseForBook9
((*She cuddles Fabi*))
*Albert stumbles backwards*
*when Al finally straightens up, he looks no worse for wear*
*but very, very angry*
M... My good Doctor? What is... Wrong with you?
*Priya clenches her fists, then swings a punch at him, furious with his kind*
*looks at him wearily*
I am DYING, Sir. I'm being tortured from the inside out.
I've got eight days left.
Why do you think I was so eager to get to bowling as quickly as I-
*coughs*
*more blood*
(Did I offend some people because I was talking to Fabi and all?)
(I am afraid I must depart in twenty minutes.)
((hugs Adra))
((Resumes pondering over Liz's portrait and whether to make the eyes blue))
#ChaseForBook9
(no..)
(:0 okay Anni...)
(Make the eyes blue!)
...
Oh. I thought you just wished to go bowling.
... This explains much, in hindsight.
Except, of course, for why?
Well, and how, I suppose. Then possible solutions could be formulated.
*Albert keeps backpedaling, scowling and talking rapidly the whole while*
Al Whaddya think you're doing!? You crazy!?
*Priya just keeps hitting at him, not being able to speak*
(Mmmk what is Kerra wanting
*chuckles weakly*
*standing up and trying to wipe off the blood*
Why?
. . . Well, because I'm stubborn, that's why.
Accept Khasiis into my body and become an unstoppable vessel of ungodly power, or meet my end in eight days.
*shrugs wearily*
I've always been a little in love with the idea of death. I certainly won't be missed, anyhow.
*pats Sir's shoulder*
And of COURSE I wanted to go bowling.
*smiles*
*Albert manages to waddle into his back room, and slams the door shut*
*he turns the key in the lock, and slumps with a sigh*
Al: HEY! BUZZ OFF, KID! I GOT ENOUGH TROUBLES WITHOUT SOME STUPID KID TRYING TO BEAT ON ME!
((She's a rather... Eccentric person. She's that strange normally- that's just her personality and demeanor))
*Priya looks beyond pissed*
*She manipulates the earth sharply beneath the door, to fracture it*
*She begins to kick it in, hissing*
(Okay cuz I'm like so confuzed
(Yeah, no she's just... An individual))
Oh, it's as simple as denying this... Khasiis? Well, don't worry, most unstoppable, immortal deals have loopholes found in them, and proceed to be broken.
I believe that there are legal firms for such matters, in fact...
*frowns deeply*
Now, now, no need for such defeatist talk. IF you die, you shall be missed by many. Including one Mr. Neurotic, I believe.
*Al looks rather miffed as he throws his considerable weight against the door*
Al: Seriously! I don't have TIME for this!
(I can tell
*She backs up for a minute, and makes it sound like she's stormed away*
*She waits*
A
*opens her mouth to say something*
*closes it*
*turns a little pink*
Well . . .
. . . I hope he'll miss me.
And I hope Adra will. And you, too.
I've tried everything. And . . . and I don't know what do to.
((Blue it is...))
#ChaseForBook9
(I am afraid that I must depart in exactly four minutes. However, I will take the time to dedicate this page to bowling, because it is very fun if you're any good at it, and if you're not, it is tremendous fun to throw bowling balls at those who are.)
*raises his eyebrows*
Believe me, if you die, he shall definitely miss you.
*Al relaxes, and rubs a hand over his forehead*
Al: Jeez, and I thought that it'd be an eternity of boredom... Bowlers are freaking crazy.
. . . And you and Adra?
*looks hopeful*
Of course you shall be missed, my good Doctor.
((*Raises glass* Hear hear!))
*Priya carefully picks up a bowling ball*
(Osmosis)
((Bye Anni :/))
Good bye, Ms. Barnosky.
(Goodbye Anni)
*She considers something*
*She carefully positions herself next to the door, wielding the bowling ball as a weapon*
*She pulls out her phone*
*She plays the "customer in need of a manager" track*
((Bye Annika))
((...my fingers are covered in pencil led. Covered))
#ChaseForBook9
Ravel: Javier...is something off?
Javier: very
((I understand the artist's pain, Annika))
*Priya pauses, then throws the bowling ball at the door*
*Al sighs dejectedly, and opens the door*
*and his skull is summarily crushed by a bowling ball*
*She looks down at him with her arms crossed, glaring*
*Adra paces by her portal*
*She sighs, giving herself another injection, hobbles out onto the street, calling for Priya in her moment of painlessness*
*sighs* Oh for gods sake he isn't coming
*tries to scowls up at her, but his mouth appears to be where his cheek was*
Al: Mrrgh?
*he half-shoves the ball off of his head*
*Priya's eyes widen and she takes in a breath, looking at his face*
*She holds up a note*
*It reads "Murderer"*
*Al rolls his eyes, and gets the bowling ball off*
*She fumes and looks down to write again "You look like the guy who stole my voice. And you're a killer. In case you were wondering, that's why I'm hitting you"*
*She pauses*
*She looks up with wide eyes, and takes a step back- how the hell is he walking?*
*moving
(I assume now almost 11 Aretha is not coming)
*Al sighs, and manages to get a semi-coherent sentence going*
Al: Ya... DO realize that the whole 'eternal damnation' thing would be ridiculous if anything idiot could STROLL ON IN and kill me?
((That would be a logical assumption)
*She scribbles quickly "Then I suppose I won't have to hold myself back then. I'm more than sure you can feel it, can you not?"*
...
*Al manages to twist his face into a scowl*
Al: Or I could move the stupid shop to China, or whatever, 'n just toss ya out!
(Figures...I swear its when I look forward to something she doesnt come on)
*She glares at him, and moves, grabbing a skewer from the hot-dog maker*
*She wields it, doing her best to not shake from fear, nor anger- although it would be mostly fear*
((She did say that she wanted to have some time to herself lately. I don't want to try to summarize what she said, for fear of accidentally twisting her words, but I believe you were there- that she needs time for herself. So... Yeah. Don't be angry with her- real life first. Always. We can wait.))
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