Wayyyyyyy too busy to write a proper Blog thingy- you'll be happy to know that I am 13,320 words into Book 8- but can I just ask why I have so many Twitter followers?
I DON'T TWEET ANYTHING.
I don't even know how to re-tweet. Or do anything.
I also only follow two people- Gina Carano, who rarely tweets, and Ronda Rousey, who only stops tweeting when she's asleep.
In fact, on the run-up to her UFC debut in February, Ronda and her mum have organised this cool "feed the hungry" competition. Basically, you log on, answer some questions, and for every answer you get right, the advertisers on the site donate 10 grains of rice to the World Food Program. It's free, it's fun, you're helping people AND you're proving how much smarter you are than your fellow Minions.
How could you resist?
Go to Ronda's mum's blog (her mum is a Judo blackbelt... how cool is that?), follow the link and try your luck.
http://drannmaria.blogspot.com
Also, for all you Twitter people, could you take a picture of the Ronda Rousey mention in chapter 52 of KOTW and send it to her? I would, but I haven't a clue how. My genius lies in other areas. Like cookies.
And on an unrelated note...
Big congratulations to Em and Chase.
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«Oldest ‹Older 3001 – 3200 of 4963 Newer› Newest»Now, of I was me, except I'd lived in that hell for my whole life and was currently cut off from the love of my life in an alternate dimension... Where the hell would I be?
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((Parallel Trip and Adra are both in this dimension, Trip, just FYI))
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((I'll guess a bar))
((TADRA))
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Well, first, the question shouldn't be where. Would I be, but what am I doing?
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ParAdra: Really? How much overall time do we have until... Kaboom?
((Really. Oh. That um... Oh. Fine, I know what to do.))
If I know myself at all... I'd not have led Adra behind. And if Adra left to go and find her... Argh bugger.
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P!Aretha: Until the end of the week, if we're lucky. We could try to reactivate the old portals, but that'd just be chaos, and there's a possibility if we do that that both universes will collapse. Why does she want to cross over so badly?
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I need a shunted. Fast.
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*shunter
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ParAdra: *glances at fake her* Why else? Some God-bearing spree where she feels like she has to save the world. Duh
*glares at her*
P!Aretha: Well just tell her to calm down. I'll find a few more engineers, call in a few favors... Tell her to call me in three days, and ask if I have a new portal by then. If I don't, we can try to shunt there individually.
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*groans*
It seems I have no choice. Dammit.
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*sarcastically* Yay. Road trip to Ireland.
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Adra: *shifts anxiously*
ParAdra: Will do. Thanks darling! *hangs up* Right. It is going to take around three days for your portal to be ready.
Adra: What?!?!
ParAdra: Yes, well... *writes down the phone number for Aretha* Call her in three days. If it isn't ready, they'll shunt you over..
Adra: I can't wait three days!
ParAdra: You can and you will.
*sarcastically* Yay. Road trip to Ireland.
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*sees the Adra stuff happening and just waits at the edge* ill wait all night til its over
[Begins laughing for no apparent reason, slapping my forehead]
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*suddenly appears by Trip* Where do you need to go?
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*glares some more* What do you suggest I do for three days, then?
ParAdra: Compare notes, maybe? Catch up? Spot the differences in time line? Scare people by pretending to be teleporters?
...*does her best not to smile* Make up a game plan?
Wb Zaf. *walks off into the forest*
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*Niccolò. That last bit was Niccolò, sorry.
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((Fabi...?))
I need to go to the other universe.
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Hi....*decides to not even attempt to join in so I just am here probably gonna watch unless some form of oppurtunity happens to arise*
ParAdra: Right. Of course. First order of business. Relationship status?
*rolls her eyes* Courting. Is this relevant?
ParAdra: Vital... *leans over and whispers* My Trip doesn't know yet... But I just found out... *grins widely*
*gapes* Oh.
My.
God.
*hides* You mean...
ParAdra: YEP!
Niccolò: Hello Zafira. Trip, why exactly do you need to go? Rather, just how important is it?
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(*ships Paradrip.)
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((TADRAAAAAAAAAA
ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME *dies*))
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((PARADRIP I SHIP IT))
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ParaFabi: [Continues laughing, then pulls out a phone and begins texting someone]
((I don't know, I just sort of needed to do something.))
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You understand I am a man of secrets, yes? And I will go to great lengths to keep them that way? Well, I just need to make sure other me doesn't compromise that.
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*glances at Niccolò* Hey! *looks at Trip* No. You cannot go there yet too risky! For both of you! God knows if Niccolò will come back or you!
Zaf, we're both big boys now, we can handle this.
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((*Basically yeah ships it too*))
ParAdra: but I haven't told him... He's pretty busy lately. Don't get me wrong, as have I, but... *sighs*
*pats her shoulder comfortingly* I understand. Ever had a kid before?
ParAdra: Nope, thank God. I've been stocking up on the meat lately... I refuse to deny my kid of the essential amino acids, portions, B-12, etc etc etc.
Good idea... So... Cain?
ParAdra: oh him? He was a creepy stalker. I stayed away from him.
Ah....wise decision.
ParaFabi: [Stops laughing for a bit]
[Snorts]
This place... It's just so... Hilarious!
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*sighs irrtiably* And what am I supposed to do?! I sure as hell am not sitting back while you and Niccolò are going there. No. I'm coming.
ParAdra: *sends a text to ParaFabi: HEYYYYYY WAZZUP*
No cool isn't coming. He's taking me there. It would be a little pointless to discuss secrets with the people I'm keeping them from.
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Niccolò: Zafira, you know that I shall return *vanishes and reappears with Aretha's limp body in arms* because I'll have her. Normally I can watch her while a copy of myself interacts with the rest of you, but I cannot manage that while shunting. You know I'll not leave her in a world soon to explode. I am alright with bringing you along if Trip has no objections.
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ParaFabi: [Texts back] I figured out how to access traffic camera footage all over the world! This universe is pretty cool!
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hello...???
((Hey Snow!!))
P!Aretha: *texts Fabi* Want to help build a new portal system?
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I would like to go over. I want to see something in my treehouse there...I mean if its safe to stay.
Hi Snow.
I'm sorry, but I do have objections. I just need you to take me, then take Zaf on a date or something, I don't care, just so long as you stay away from me.
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((SNOWWWWWW))
ParaFabi: [Texts back] Sure! What do you need help with?
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ParAdra: *texts: LOL <3* *puts her phone down* speaking of which.. I haven't heart from my Trip in a while... I wonder where he is
((Did you seriously just say that Trip? *hands chocolate bar* ))
(Hi Snow!)
Niccolò: I have plenty of business to tend to there, actually. Whenever you're ready.
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((extremely confuzzled here...))
((Parallel universe. Some of them ended up here, some of us ended up there. You can meet your parallel self, if you want.))
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((Keep it toned down though, Zaf... I haven't forgotten when you bullied the two of us out of the Tadra thing a while back. So. Yeah. No exceptions for you. :D keep it cool))
Wait so I'm not coming? Bleh.
I've been ready for the past half hour my friend. Let's go. *puts a hand on his shoulder*
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((meet my parallel self? sounds fun!! XD))
((Yeah Adra lets not forget the odds of Nafira happening are so slim don't worry I won't dare make myself an exception))
Niccolò: *shunts to the other dimension, ending up in the same place in that world* How much time do you need?
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NE POST
((*doesnt know what the tone of that was?* okay..?)(
ParAdra: yeah..
Yeah.
ParAdra: what about Mom and Da?
Oh... They died when I was younger. Yourself?
ParAdra: Oh dear... No, they lived to an old age and died happy. They left echo-stones for me..
Right...
[Gtg....... [hugs
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((Bye Fabi!! *hugs*))
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YES!
I AM HOME AND I HAVE MY LAPTOP AGAIN!
*Realises there's a new post* *Facepalms*
Are we here now?
((I do hope this is th right post))
HOLY HECK YOU PEOPLE THIS IS DECEMBER OF LAST YEAR!
*brushes past, going and pulling her boots on and her coat, wrapping a scarf around her neck* *tucks her things in a pocket*
((Yup))
(I am really rather frightened by this . . .)
((Yes, we are now here.))
*takes a step back to where he was before being pushed by Adra* You could see them as well if you wanted, Zafira, although I wasn't sure that we were doing that now to begin with.
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(Just spent a few moments on the spoilers page... Ready to kill...))
((It's Derek's birthday, I imagine we will get one today))
((Heh... Yeahhhhhh...))
You needn't feel pressured to show us, Niccolo, if you'd rather not. After all, I don't intend to pull out my old hats.
(Yes, Derek will probably post again soon . . .)
It's fine if you rather not I understand. *in Adra's mind* Are you trying to promote Nafira? Niccolò is a tad thick on that area
Zaf, get out of my head. *walks out the side door into the snow* *goes out to a small pool of light and sits, watching the sky*
I care not. Adra made it perfectly clear when she asked Aretha that I should not feel any pressure. It was I who invited her to see them.
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*looks around to find things to pack up*
*she has no things*
*looks sad*
*brightens up when she remembers she has a van*
*pulls a black duck covered with symbols out of her pocket*
*follows Adra, and lays down next to her, also looking at the sky*
#ChaseForBook9
*strolls outside*
*wanders the grounds aimlessly, carrying a duck*
I still would like to see them. *smiles* I hear you are a wonderful painter.
*Drew looks at Death sternly*
Drew: Don't you dare, you need to stay here with Lorcan. He's responding to you while he's like that.
*Lorcan's breath catches in his throat again as he gasps in pain. His back arches slightly as his upper half begins twitching. Blood starts to seep out from his mouth.*
Drew: Shit...
*Drew moves towards Lorcan*
Hey Ari, Anni
(I am still on and participating, but I may be a little bit slow and/or distracted . . .)
Hullo, Adra.
*sits down next to her*
What a day . . . what a day . . .
*She kicks her legs in frustration then kicks the wall a final time. She stands up, walks over to Lorcan and holds his hand. She shoots an angry look over to Drew*
Hey Adra.
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You don't say. I heard there's supposed to be a meteor shower..*trails off with a slight cough, leaning back into the snow*
Alexis; *looks really worried* Oh...
I would not make such a claim. Who told you that? *starts outside towards the others*
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*Drew holds a cloth under Lorcan's mouth*
Drew: What are you looking at me like that for?
Meteor showers, eh? Those have always fascinated me. I've never been much for astronomy.
Ah, meteors. I have always been more partial to comets, however...
...
*shrugs* Those were the days...
Last time there was a meteor shower . . . was a while ago, I think. I was in Russia, at the time.
Because you're not letting me go and kill people. *Squeezes Lorcan's hand gently* When this is over, then I shall go kill them? Happy?
*follows him* I...*goes red* You let me in your head that night and I saw a memory, of a paiting just eyes but they were so real!
Hey, Sir. *waves and gestures for him to join them* *remembers he doesn't like snow* right..
*studies the skyline for a few moments* I haven't painted the stars... Perhaps I ought to.
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(Going to find something to eat... I'll be like, half a minute))
May I go with you if you choose to do so, Niccolò?
Drew: If it's ever over...
*Lorcan's fists clench in tight as his arms become solid tense. His forehead is sweating as the pain seeps into his muscles and causing him to spasm*
They're quite lovely to go after. Deep space... *sighs* I once did a mural in Italy, small town- years ago... It was quite possibly the greatest thing I ever did
((K Rose!))
Ah, yes. I'd ask you whose eyes they were, but there are so many, and you wouldn't know whose they were in any case. Well, on the contrary, I have painted yours, and Adra's, and Alexis', and Aretha's as well, although I assume if you had recognized the eyes you would have mentioned whose they were.
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(My computer is glitching so I might suddenly disappear . . .)
Yes, I can relate to that, Adra. 500 years and there's not a corner of the world you haven't seen.
*sings softly*
I too have sailed the world
And seen its wonders
For the cruelty of man
Is as wondrous as Peru
But there's no place like London . . .
*I
I generally paint rather late into the night, but if you'd like to see what I've painted thus far, as I previously stated, I would take you. Or I could bring a painting here, but you'd have to tell me which one.
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*laughs* *giggles more*
Mm, I once visited London and- *laughs again* someone missed with their chamber pot- rubbish shot, and their waste hit a poor guy... *laughs* Ah...
Needless to say, he contracted the Plague, but that moment was at least interesting
You know, I visited a young Sensitive in America, you know. During the Civil War. He was working as a fortune-teller, you know. Petty thing, really . . .
*voice trails away*
He was obviously a fraud. A petty, sham-like fraud.
*winces ever so slightly at the mention of plague*
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*thinks back* My own. I know it scared me a bit because it was so real I thought you were remembering looking at me then I realized they were eyes but now that I think about it they were mine. You're really good Niccolò. You are so detailed.
*sighs*
There doesn't ever seem to be enough time in the world.
He told me . . . he told me a lot of things. Some of them came true, like that fact that I would ride around the world in a black carriage that could change its form. Others . . . others didn't come true.
Yet.
*whispers* I hope they don't.
Mm. I have a friend who is a psychic. A proper psychic, like speaking to the dead... She's skilled with fortune telling as well
*nods* May we go see your paintings? I rather go to them. I could hardly pick what I want.
I rarely took the time to know anyone, nor did I care for landscapes or natural beauty. Taking that into consideration, for 564- no, 5- years of life, I've barely seen anything.
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Oh, yes, the plague!
Ghastly thing, it was. Managed to avoid it, myself, but . . . but some of the sorcerers I grew to know didn't make it.
*spits on the ground angrily*
You'd think after centuries of magic the sorcerers would be free from pestilence and disease.
Well, that's not the way the world is.
Oh... Sorry, Nic..
Anni, to be honest, you should not feel burdened by premonitions. Your fate is your own and yours alone.
Ah, Anni... You might want to drop that subject
It will be over! *Hisses as a few more bones in he hands break* Shit, this kid is strong...
Sensitives . . . chill me. Just a little. I know it's just another magical discipline, but it . . .
*shivers*
I don't like it. It doesn't feel natural.
Then again, how could anything any of us have been through be considered natural?
Doctor, sorcerers are still human. Non-magical folk contacted the plague, why should sorcerers simply get a "free pass"?
It is entirely my own fault, Adra, you've nothing to apologize for.
You would think, Precocious, wouldn't you? Perhaps if there were not others of their kind working against them... Well, it hardly matters now. It is quite possible that I've painted your friends' eyes, actually, although I wouldn't know them by name.
Certainly, Zafira, we can go. Would the rest of you like to come as well?
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*stays close to Niccolò so not to lose him* I'm excited to see through my own eyes.
*looks at Sir with mild irritation*
We've got MAGIC.
When I was young . . . I remember little from my youth, but this I still retain . . . I thought that magic meant being able to do anything. ANYTHING!
And that's not the way magic is.
And that always drove me insane, as a youth.
I hated . . . still do . . . the idea that there was something that magic couldn't fight.
But sometimes, I think magic is the thing that needs fighting.
*pushes herself to her feet, brushing her coat off a lottle* I'm going for a little walk... *slinks back and fades into the shadows, following the makeshift path*
The plague was not natural, Precocious. I suppose, to be technically correct, it became natural, but I created it initially. And spread it. *stares quite intensely at nothing*
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*quietly* Niccolò don't dwell on the negative. You need to think positive. I know it hurts but it's how I deal with what Justaria did in the war.
Perhaps magic is capable of doing anything. I managed to use it to kill an estimated third of the world's population.
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. . .
. . .
. . .
All these evils in the world that we can't fight with magic . . .
*stares at the ground*
Perhaps it's because magic was the evil that spawned it all in the first place.
*laughs*
Can you picture it, my friends? A world without magic?
Where we lived
and died
as normal humans
with normal agonies?
*forces a half-smile* Ah, Precocious, that would be too perfect.
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*gets up and follows her a few steps* Are you alright, Adra?
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*ends up going down a rather steep hill, holding to the ground and slides every few feet*
*smiles sadly*
Too perfect indeed.
Fine
Magic is a means to an end, Doctor. A skill, an ADJUSTMENT to people. There is no tool that does everything, no cure-all.
The very idea that magic is something to be revered... Disgusts me
But I digress, and speak in a dangerously opinionated fashion. My apologies.
I always loved magic but I envy mortals sometimes, a century tops they live. I lived over 2 now and I don't know what to think, I mean kids in the mortal world think living forever is cool but seriously it isn't. I guess it's why I was so passionate to work as an Elder when I was given the chance, because for however long I live at least I can make a difference in our world and protect mortals from the bad. I was happy being an Elder but I took Grand Mage because I knew I could handle it and I do, well now though the first year was stressful.
*continues to follow her* Are you sure? Because, no offense, but you don't really seem like you're fine...
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*sits and stares at the ground*
*plays with a moist towelette in her coat thoughtfully*
That's because I am- surprisingly- a terrible liar on occasion. *continues walking*
*pulls knife out of coat and throws it forcefully in a seemingly random direction* *it splits the tip of a small branch in half and lodges itself in the exact center of the tree* *uses air to pull it out and bring it back into his grip, then throws it again, hitting the dead center of the next tree*
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Nice trick.
*watches him play with sharp objects*
Elemental, then?
((Funny story: So I went as a Redhood and I was standing very still and only moved to help kids make their ghosts so a teacher has her child and looks and goes: Oh you're from Skulduggery Pleasant. So I nod and she looks st my outfit and the scythe and I'm standing still pretending to not notice and they're like, oh you work under Mevolent. And the kid was like; Oh Mevolent is bad so she's a bad gug? But she just made my ghost.
*flinches* Tell him to stop stabbing my tree, please. They don't appreciate it.
Ok, so... What's eating you? Is there anything I can do to help?
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No, and- it's a secret
Niccolò *grabs wrist gently* You okay? *sounds gentle*
*mumbles an apology under breath, and the trees heal* I am many things. My first discipline was to steal true names. I've accumulated another 48 disciplines as a result of the first.
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(Em's asleep.))
No, Zafira, although I thank you for your concern.
#ChaseForBook9
That's very . . . impressive.
*raises hand*
Lowly Energy-Thrower. Picked it up from my uncle.
*chuckles*
Didn't like elementals at all. He forbade me to become one.
I was just too much of a goody-two-shoes to disagree.
Right, sorry, no more stabbing the trees.
...Can I at least walk with you, then?
#ChaseForBook9
(Awwww, that's awesome, Zafira! I've always wanted to get into cosplay, but I've never had the time and I don't live near any Cons. Plus, I'm far too lazy for my own good.)
((You could simply appear with the rest of us if you so wished, Death, and resume from the same place with her tomorrow.))
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Thanks.
And I can't promise I'm good company right now
(I've always been far too in love with steampunk. I would love to do some steampunk cosplay, one day. Hence the look of my profile pic, there.)
You want to show me? Never feel obligated to ask to show me what is troubling you, I may be able to help or understand if you do show me or tell me. But *hugs gently and lets go* I miss you. A lot and I hope you feel better somethings troubling you.
It is really significantly less impressive than you would think, and even less pleasant, although I suppose I ought to take the compliment. I take it you wished to be an elemental at some point or another?
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((Ohmygosh, Zaf, that's so cool!!))
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((No it was Halloween Night we do stuff for little kids to grade 6 and it was a 5th grader who said that it was funny because I'm trying to not break character I only spoke to explain but I got compliments for how still I was and when I walked the halls I walked like I pictured a Cleaver walking, silent stealthy and it was cool to see how people reacted. I did help in the haunted walk a bit
*shrugs*
In those days, there was less noise, and more green. The elements were all around us, so, of course, the sorcerers of my generation usually became elementals.
I would've like to join them.
Ah, well. In this age of plastic and electricity and radio waves, energy has taken the place of the elements. It's my time to shine.
*makes mocking jazz hands over her head*
*liked
...If I'm honest? I'd like to go bury myself in the snow again... Perhaps for longer the next time... I've no problems you might be able to solve, although I do appreciate the gesture. I've only killed too many. It is no one's fault but my own, and there is naught you or anyone else could do to change that. It is also my fault that I brood over the past, yet I cannot bring myself to simply look beyond it.
#ChaseForBook9
*shrugs* I don't mind. I'm not about to just leave you alone.
((Death, you still here?))
#ChaseForBook9
*Pulls an Adra*
Niccolò, I'll tell you what I experienced in my time. I hate myself for letting my guard down. Justaria killed my friends. I did technically but you know I just keep forcing myself to think positive. I think of you a lot actually. I wanted to die but I thought it'd be selfish to leave you behind. You know if you think of who cares about you it's less likely you'll attempt to die. But promise me you'll try to not do that again? *my grip tightens on his wrist* I can't lose you. Not like that.
Mmmm... *clasps her hands behind her back* *stares at the ground as she goes*
((Haha you missed)
((So... Close... Is that right? Cloose? Close?))
*lies down on the ground*
. . .
*eyes begin to water*
*blinks the tear away*
I dedicate this page to happiness. It's something we all need, happiness is those who sing to you. Well my friends but we all need a little light, TO DEREK LANDY IT IS HIS BIRTHDAY
((AHHH SPN :,) ))
*draws the same knife he had been throwing into trees and begins to carve some sort of pattern into the palm of his hand*
*quietly* I've killed far more than friends, Zafira, and I cannot promise you that.
#ChaseForBook9
*quietly watches from behind a tree*
*hand actually touches tree*
*grimaces in disgust*
*wipes off hand with moist towelette*
Are you alright, Precocious?
#ChaseForBook9
At least try? Please? For me.
((Would you like me to not mention Oscar's presence?))
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(Precocious is in no condition to speak right now.
Her mind, you see.
It is not what it once was.)
*stops walking for a second, watching the snow's glitter*
Precocious: . . .
(Yes, if you would like.)
*silently follows Adra*
((Death? Seriously, you can just appear or something... Are you ok?))
#ChaseForBook9
*takes one step to the side, and a rather large icicle falls and shatters where she just stood* *keeps going*
*appears just behind Oscar* What business have you here?
#ChaseForBook9
Niccolò I'm sorry I really wish I could stay. I do. But I cannot so therefore I must leave *hugs* Stay with me. ((Assume me to follow him))
*jumps violently*
*looks upset*
I could ask the same of you, strange teleporting man.
*folds arms*
I am looking for someone who likes hanging out in fields of snow.
Goodbye, Zafira.
#ChaseForBook9
(Goodbye, Zafira, if you really are leaving . . .)
So you thought it fitting to attempt to conceal yourself behind this tree?
#ChaseForBook9
*spots something and sits on a fallen tree, looking at the curious frozen stream* *pulls out a pad of paper, sketching it*
I'm not really here...))
I am not entirely certain how she feels about me at the moment. I was hoping to stay out of reach of flying projectiles.
So . . .
*looks at Niccolo defiantly*
Do you know where Adra is?
*grinaces, noticing the far off vibe one of her trees is giving* *growls from the back of her throat and continues drawing*
((Okay Rose))
Why do you ask?
#ChaseForBook9
(Did you mean grinaces, or did you misspell grimaces? Because I just had the most wonderful image of a really disgusted sort of twisted smile . . .)
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