I get to create stories for a living. I get to daydream for a job. I also, fair enough, have to work extremely hard and cocoon myself in solitude until the book is finished, but that's beside the point. The point is, I get to be a writer, which is something so few people who ALSO want to be writers get to do.
I've just made the very last changes to LSODM I can possibly make. We're in the final type-setting stage now— that is when they take the words you've written in the manuscript and arrange them onto a book page, ready to be printed. And I now know how many pages there are going to be...
KOTW was 607 pages in the hardback version. LSODM, which is a little under 30,000 words longer, will be... ready for this?... it will be...
604 pages.
Woohooo!!!!!
Now, wait a moment, before you scratch your heads and ask how does that work, it is quite simple. If they had continued to use the same font size as they used from the very start, my publishers would be releasing a book of, according to my vague and approximate mathematical skills, 900 pages. Which is a tad BIG.
So instead they've just reduced the size of the font, to squeeze more words in. Yay! You'll be able to lift up the book when you read it! Result!
Anyway, where was I?
Yes, now that I have approved the type-setting pages, and sent in the dedication and the author biography, I can now get back to the business of being a writer. Which is, y'know, to write... and stuff...
Coming up very soon, I have a non-Skulduggery short story to write, I have to start planning out Book Nine in greater detail (and actually get started on it), and I need to write a load of Skulduggery mini-adventures for the short story collection, in 2014.
But right NOW, my main focus is on another non-Skulduggery short story, for a collection that'll be coming out in the winter of next year. I've been thinking about this for a while now, trying to figure out what to write. It can be any genre, any style... My options are unlimited. But, see, that's where the problem lies.
Limitations are useful. If I'd been told that my story had to be, say, dystopian future sci fi, then I'd have nodded and gone off and written a great dystopian future sic fi story. But because it CAN be a dystopian future sci fi OR a modern day fantasy OR a comedy about a kettle shop OR a first person narrative about a boy who has lost his dog... I now have too many options. How can I settle on one idea if I might find a better one in a different genre?
Before I wrote Skulduggery Pleasant, I embarked upon a hundred half-finished and abandoned stories, books and scripts. Any of you who write will know what I'm talking about. We flit from story to story because we get bored or we get a better idea or this one we're writing now is just not working, or it's too hard, or it's not coming out like we wanted... We flit because our imaginations are running too wild. Our creativity will not settle down.
But of course it won't. It's imagination. It's creativity. Their whole purpose is to go crazy. Their whole purpose is to run wild. But we, as writers, need to get on our horses and gallop after them, lasso them, pull them back, slow them down and herd them into a pen (and this is where the metaphor gets extravagant, as this is both a livestock pen AND an author's pen). We don't want them tame, of course we don't. We want them rearing and kicking— but we want them to do it in that enclosure, within those boundaries and those limitations. That's the only way we'll be able to use that creativity to write a story.
So, that's what I'm doing now. I'm thinking about limitations, and boundaries, and genres. What do I WANT to write about? What style do I WANT to write in? What genre? Once I know all that I'll be able to think of a story and a character and sit down and write the damn thing.
Tuesday, July 2, 2013
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You could have left to go a n y w h e r e in the w h o l e , f u c k i n g , w o r l d . . .
Oh right, you couldn't, you can't teleport.
Or can you?
[It was never defined whether or not Alistair could teleport.]
Well, either way, you could have tortured a teleporter to take you a n y w h e r e in the w h o l e , f u c k i n g , w o r l d . . .
So I rest my point.
#ChaseForBookNine
*Energy crackles around fist, looks much calmer, more in control*
#ChaseForBook9
I have given no reason to be made to back off, Ms. Dark.
All I'm doing is being as polite as I can be in this fine land.
Talking to a fascinating individual.
Where's my wrong doing?
#ChaseForBook9
*runs behind Alastair, snapping cuffs on him again, and makes sure his knife out of reach again*
Just in case.
OR I WILl KILL YOU ALL WITH MY MUTANT ALIEN HOUND MONSTER
Well, Hunter, that is a fair point. And yes, I can teleport.
*breathes out*
#ChaseForBook9
*facepalm*
Deacon, back off.
I'm not being a good peacemaker, am I? :P
#ChaseForBook9
TELL ME PUNY HUMANS
Well lets just say I'm closer to 500 hundred then 450 Alistair.
*smirks*
#ChaseForBook9
Deacon, just being here is a disturbance. This place... It was bed enough with Alastair. But you too?
(Mischeif, I'm sorry but you might just have to look back. It's really complicated)
GAAAH
Adra? Can I try and punch Deacon in many different ways until I find one that works now please?
#ChaseForBook9
*gives Trip a sharp look* NO.
@Mara: Peace only gets broken again, so what the fuck. :)
@Alistair: You can? Awesome. :)
Can you play the guitar?
#ChaseForBookNine
But he's worse than Alistair! So... ANNOYING.
#ChaseForBook9
[Brb.]
Brb.
#ChaseForBookNine
*glares again* Don't even think about it, Trip.
*laughs*
If you think I'm annoying Trip, you should meet my martyr brother.
#ChaseForBook9
*growls* DREW WAS A GOOD MAN, DEACON.
I'll pass thanks... Adra, quick heads up, I'm switching off my emotions. I'm going to be... different.
#ChaseForBook9
*sighs, then turns quickly and kicks Adra back* I hope you realize I carry more than one knife. And the cuff thing *pulls knife out of coat with mouth and cuts into cuffs again, muffling words slightly* just isn't going to work out for you. *tosses broken cuffs to ground, tucks knife back into coat*
No, Hunter, I cannot play the guitar.
Drew? Can someone fill in the blanks please?
#ChaseForBook9
*energy crackles all over body, little streams running up and down, some fast, some sluggish.*
#ChaseForBook9
Hmm. I'll keep that in mind, then. What about a permanent sigil?
Deacon, if it's 500 years, then we're likely of a similar age. I'm 527 years old, to be exact.
RIGHT YOU HAVE ALL BEEN KILLED BY MY MUTANT HOUNDS BYE
*warningly*Trip...
Yes, there's the operative word of the day Adra... he WAS a good man.
#ChaseForBook9
*fists clench* *snarls at Deacon* You dick
Who's Drew?
#ChaseForBook9
*clicks fingers* *light dances in her palm*
If anyone decides to hurt one of my friends, they won't just get paralyzed. This, my friends, will kill you.
#ChaseForBook9
*sighs again* Adra, I wouldn't recommend it. For all you know, I might not even be real, after all. It's happened before. What good would it do you, anyway? What do you hope to accomplish? I couldn't put my friends back with my magic bound, so obviously not that.
Adra, it is not wise to begin a conflict at our current point in time and formation. Did you not just tell me not to start anything?
#ChaseForBook9
Of course. *stands up, dusting her clothes off* If it isn't you, then there will be no problem.
Adra, Pull back, Maralie, I would suggest you take a firing position in the treehouse.
#ChaseForBook9
mutant hounds have eaten your faces off
*your. Correction- couldn't put your friends back. I could call them mine, but I don't think that's very fair to them.
I didn't start anything. It was a test. Alastair took off his cuffs immediately after I put them on. That means that he is going to need his magic.
Come now, can't you feel it? That itch you can't scratch. The air smells rotten with the anticipation of an oncoming fight.
And I was calling Deacon a dick. It takes more than taht to provoke him.
Alistair, did you not say that they cannot be returned?
#ChaseForBook9
your faces are being slowy digested by my mutant hounds
Anything can be reversed, Trip. You of all people should know that.
I was aware of that Adra, but situations such as these escalate all too quickly.
#ChaseForBook9
The names can't be returned. But I didn't steal the names of Aretha and Kailey. Just their consciousness. Those two, I could put back if I wanted. The rest would be impossible.
I DEMAND TO BE AKNOWLEGED
@Alastair: You can't play the guitar? Aww, too bad. Do you want me to teach you?
I'm back, by the way.
#ChaseForBookNine
Trip, it has escalated already. We're all just sitting ducks, waiting for someone to take the first shot before we go completely berserk.
(Sorry, it's very hard to talk and keep up)
Oh good.
Please, call me logic Trip.
#ChaseForBook9
#CHASEFORBOOK9
. . . Can't you all fight AFTER Alastair can play the guitar?
#ChaseForBookNina
??
(MISCHIEF. I said earlier to read back in the comments! It's too complicated so if you really want to know go through those! Please! It's right there and we'll still be here!)
*Moves like lightening across the room, punches Alistair in the face*
#ChaseForBook9
(Mischeif, if you must know- the group went to the afterlife to fetch some people, they made it back alive and celebrated, I saw an opportunity to ruin the moment and took it, so I attacked and stole the consciousness of Aretha Tesla and a 6 year old named Kailey, and that's why Adra keeps trying to think of ways to get them back. All the other conflicts going on are new and have nothing to do with me.)
*gasp TRIP, YOU IDIOT.
*Trip's fist flies straight through Alistair's face, as if he suddenly became a ghost* Well, that was a nice try, anyway. Why are you all so determined to start a fight, anyway?
*Warhammer of energy appears in hand, spins around and smashes it into Alistair's face*
#ChaseForBook9
Hi! Who's fighting who and who's shipping Adrip?
#ChaseForBook9
Oh...
Well now...
Looks like Trip has lost his game face.
#ChaseForBook9
*frowns* Oh, that was awful of me- ending two sentences in a row with 'anyway'. Well I suppose you'll all just have to deal with it.
Adrip? What's that?
#ChaseForBook9
*covers face* oh no... Alastair... Don't...
(SAPH YOU DIDN'T)
*hammer also passes through him* Honestly, Trip, what is the purpose of that? What do you hope to gain from picking a fight with me?
*puts a hand on Alastair's shoulder* Alastair. Stop.
Well, this is interesting . . .
*teleports inside Alastair*
#ChaseForBookNine
What's Adrip?
#ChaseForBook9
Adtrip: Adra and Trip shipped.
Tadra is a much better ship name, incidentally.
#ChaseForBookNine
*Adra's hand passes through shoulder* What? Would you like me to start a fight? Well, no matter- I'm tired of petty little grudge matches. there's just no point to them.
*eyes grow* What? No! I didn't say that!
*is teleported into by Hunter* I do quite enjoy this little trick.
Shipping? Is there something you guys aren't telling me? Trip and Adra.
#ChaseForBook9
What... What...
Well then, what is it you wanted me to stop doing?
(Rhyd, Trip and I didn't start it, if that's what you're wondering)
I'm not holding a grudge match. I do not have a grudge.
You seem to lump me in with everyone who hates you for some reason or another. Why should I hate you? WHat have you done to me? Everyone I care about is in the future. There's n o t h i n g here for me. Why should I have a n y t h i n g against you?
#ChaseForBookNine
Fighting! Instigating! Excuse me if for once I want to avoid a bloodshed.
Oh right. Nothing's happening then. At least that's sorted.
#ChaseForBook9
*watches, scared*
#ChaseForBook9
Hunter, perhaps I should have been more specific- I was addressing Adra there, not you. However, now that we're on the topic, why are you here?
So I'm inside you?
Wow.
*sits down, still inside Alastair, and closes eyes, muttering to self in Spanish, German and Ancient Greek*
(Hey guys, I have a plan forming.)
#ChaseForBookNine
Adra, if you're looking to avoid a fight, perhaps you ought to take up the issue with your friend. I haven't actually done anything.
*teleports into tree*
OH WILL YOU STOP FUCKING SPEAKING TO ME WHEN I'M TRYING TO DO SOMETHING COMPLICATED I'VE NEVER DONE BEFORE????????
Why are YOU here? Because it's interesting. Why am /I/ here? DITTO! NOW SHUT THE FUCK UP!
Um, guys, do you happen to have 48 dead bodies?
#ChaseForBookNine
*calls* YOU'RE INSTIGATING THIS! Being rude and obnoxious is doing something.
Sorry, sorry all. Logic Trip literally only follows the most logical path, not always the most sensible.
#ChaseForBook9
I suppose I could kill 48 people, that would work . . .
*scowls at Alastair*
#ChaseForBookNine
Hunter, I don't think that makes much sense.
#ChaseForBook9
*begins to walk around*
So let me get this straight...
There was a remnant who possessed someone dear and most of you nearly died/died to de-possess...
Then you somehow all managed to appear into the afterlife and almost die/die.
And now we have Alistair and you're all shitting yourself and hiding under your beds.
Have a walked into a room of mouses or mages?
#ChaseForBook9
Gtg now. Bye everyone!
#ChaseForBook9
Hunter, has it occurred to you that perhaps, even if they could, they wouldn't want to leave? That's not to say that they're enjoying that they are, but many of them are still insistent that they can beat me in the long run, and 48 disciplines is rather incredibly convenient.
Deacon, the plural of 'mouse' is 'mice', if that's what you meant.
WEll then Logic Trip must because Idiot Trip because you almost got us all killed!
*glares at Deacon*
Now you listen here. You don't know anything about what happened. I'd like to see you fight this. I'd like to see you try.
No... What would make sense is trying a few cool tricks out on Deacon.
God he's annoying.
(Bye Rhydian)
#ChaseForBook9
*God, whatever she's doing better work*
Fine. Make a bloodshed. Be my guest.
I really don't want to let logic Trip back out because, he's basically a robot.
#ChaseForBook9
*nods*
*walks out the door and back up the chapel stairs* Well. I'm off to find the other two.
I'll come with you, otherwise I might start something. *follows Adra, shaking to stop self attacking Deacon*
#ChaseForBook9
I'm neither a mouse nor a mage so HA.
Plus, we're not in a room, so DOUBLE HA.
Furthermore, you didn't walk in, so TRIPLE HA.
Do you know what that spells? HAHAHA.
Hahaha lol. XD
Okay. You know how I can convert energy? So like, if I'm running low, I can just put my hand on a TV and drink the volts up?
Metahorically drink.
Magic is also energy. It's just a form of energy.
And the names in Alastair's head are energy.
So I'm thinking, I could convert them into digital waves of electricity. You know, with their personalities and who they are written in binary. Like you email a picture from your computer to your friend. The picture is sent in streams of binary. Well, I could put them into streams of binary, and then I could convert them into soul energy inside bodies, but I'd need 48 dead bodies to do it.
Following me?
[Msd, btw.]
Msd, by the way.
#ChaseForBookNine
I have no idea where Alastiar and Hunter went... Literally. I can't feel anything..
What he hell? Why are my powers blocked?
That is precisely what I meant Alistair, thank you.
It's been a long day and I've haven't feed in a while so I do apologize for any screw ups.
And I'm only annoying when I'm bored Trip.
#ChaseForBook9
Well, I'm oonly annoying when I'm annoying, so QUADRUPLE HA.
@Adra: See, that is another of the faults in magic.
#ChaseForBookNine
*seethes* I don't use magic, Hunter. It's something completely different, something any human being can do.
[I missed my profile picture.]
#ChaseForBookNine
That's odd, I'm fine...
#ChaseForBook9
What? Are you sure? *draws a symbol on the ground, and touches it* *nothing happens*
...
Something's wrong. Very, very wrong.
Well I use magic, and very potent magic at that.
#ChaseForBook9
*Summons a ball of energy into hand*
Quite sure.
#ChaseForBnook9
@Adra: Well, I'm not a human being. *step away* And I might have an allergic reaction to it.
I can't take drugs, did you know? You might think that's YAY but I can't take medication either. I have schizophrenia. You do the math.
What DO you do?
I'm interested.
#ChaseForBookNine
Well. Maybe not any human. But my alchemy isn't working, and it feeds off of the Earth's energy, so...
I don't like the sound of that...
#ChaseForBook9
OMG, i love his books! They are so funny! I have just started a book blog: lostinquiteagoodbook.blogspot.co.uk
That... doesn't sound so good...
#ChaseForBook9
*other hand glows, holds it out in ready position*
#ChaseForBook9
*summons a ball of energy into MY hand* Well, maybe it's because you have your stuff, which is different to my stuff and Trip's stuff.
For example, if you suddenly can't smell, that doesn't mean you should be surprised when you can still see and hear.
#ChaseForBookNine
I'm an alchemist, Star. Alchemists use the earth's energy to change metals and chemicals. Of course, from the records that the humans have, it is a primitive practice, but I've managed to progress it more over the past few hundred years.
Oh dear. Is the little alchemist having a spot of bother?
#ChaseForBook9
Star, this has never happened before. Ever.
I knew that it felt weird in there. *shivers* I don't know.
AND IT FEEDS OFF THE WORLD'S ENERGY. If Adra can't use her powers, something is wrong.
#ChaseForBook9
OH MY LORD
Two days after Derek posts and the comments are already in the 3000s!
WOAH
You guys sure do love to chat ;) :P
Also, howdy! :)
#Chaseforbook9
@Adra: . . . Alright, I'm worried. *closes eyes, reaching out senses*
Yup. Something's wrong. Something definitely wrong.
#ChaseForBookNine
Think it might have to do with that psychopath inside you?
I've had enough of you.
Adra, PLEASE can I punch him in the face?
#ChaseForBook9
(Sorry if I interrupted something :P)
#Chaseforbook9
Be my guest, Trip.
What? Logic Trip?
#ChaseForBook9
Excellent...
#ChaseForBook9
*shadows snake out from behind Deacon*
*glaces emotionless at Trip*
Do you want to take that chance with me?
#ChaseForBook9
Be careful... *whispers*
#ChaseForBook9
Let's start with a nice simple, yet effective tactic. *a small price of energy appears inside Deacon, it expands at half the speed of sound.*
#ChaseForBook9
[HEY FLORA! *tacklehugs* Not chatting. Roleplaying. LIKE MAD. D:
I was away or asleep for most of it. -_-
Now I'm Hunter.
But I'm going to sleep soon . . . :/]
#ChaseForBookNine
*a small piece of energy
#ChaseForBook9
*something wrenches in Adra's stomach and she keels over, blood splattering from her mouth. She coughs as there is a sharp, hot pain in her stomach*
Oh God...
*stumbles to her feet and begins to run, furiously wiping her mouth*
*energy bursts out of Deacon, as if Deacon was made of shadows*
I'm afraid you are just playing with the wind my boy.
See when Adra first read about me, I was just a simple little shadowmancer who was evil as hell.
But now, I'm a mastered shadowmancer who is hungry and still evil as hell.
*tendril of shadow wraps around Trips neck, lifting him off the ground*
Now... do you really want to try again?
Adra! *runs after* Are you okay? What's wrong?!
#ChaseForBook9
ADRA! What's going on?! *Ignores Deacon and runs over*
#ChaseForBook9
*she runs into a forest, jumping over trees and branches, trying to get as far away from the city as she can*
*she coughs again, a splatter of blood spraying across the ground*
Leave me alone. I need to get out of here and meditate. I'll be fine, just go.
Adra! *energy coats self, lifts off ground and bullets after Adra*
Adra! What's wrong?
#ChaseForBook9
*superspeeds after Adra, faster than light* Hey.
*grabs her* What's wrong?
I can heal you, but it'll be much quicker and less painful and scarring if you tell me what's wrong.
#ChaseForBookNine
Oh, sorry, *turns and faces Deacon*
#ChaseForBook9
Star, you don't understand. I have to get out of here. Please. Let me go.
Hunter! She knows what she's doing! Let her go!
#ChaseForBook9
*Deacon shadows in front of Adra alone in the forest*
See the thing about alchemy, is you never really know what you're tapping into.
Sure there's great power when connecting with the Earth's energy but buried beneath this ground can be anything.
*shadows snake around Adra's stomach*
And it seems that you my dear, tapped into something not nice.
And a lovely little poison is now bubbling around inside your body's system.
And it's a quick little bugger too.
*smirks*
#ChaseForBook9
Go and figure out how to end Alastair, Star... Don't worry. *rips away and takes off again*
@Adra: I'll let you go, but I'm coming with you, and if you don't stop dying soon, I'm knocking you out and taking over. *releases Adra*
#ChaseForBookNine
Face me Deacon. Leave her alone!
#ChaseForBook9
*flicks hand and fires electricity at Deacon, reckoning he knows how to deal with bullets*
#ChaseForBookNine
I know that, Deacon. But that isn't it.
There's a... Presence. In the ground. Where do you think the poison came from?
Where else?
The dead...
The afterlife...
We put the dead in the ground to 'rest' but what they put into the ground... well that's a different kettle of fish altogether.
#ChaseForBook9
[OH MY GOSH, I CAN'T BELIEVE I HAVE TO GO TO SLEEP AND THEN I'M OUT TOMORROW AND I'M OUT ALL WEEKEND. THIS IS AMAZING.]
Well, I can't stop te presence, but I CAN stop you dying.
Yes?
#ChaseForBookNine
*squirms out of the shadows, hitting the ground, and takes off running* Good grief, London.
*lands in front of Deacon* I said. Leave. Her. Alone. *punches at face, knowing nothing will happen*
#ChaseForBook9
Star, the presence is the thing that is hurting me. I just need to get out of here because even if you heal me, it'll just keep coming back.
I need to figure out what it is.
*just stares at Trip*
Really?
*stabs Trip with sharpened shadows*
#ChaseForBook9
*is running backwards, facing Adra* Okay. *hands her an Ashnight phone* I'm speedial on 1. Only you and me can operate it (otherwise the screen just stays blank). Call me if you need me.
*whizzes back*
Okay. Presence.
#ChaseForBookNine
Star, go help Trip.
Star. GO HELP TRIP NOW
*deflects shadows with energy shield*
You think you can hurt me that easily? You haven't been doing your homework.
#ChaseForBook9
No, Hunter, I have to do this alone.
#ChaseForBook9
(And yeah, it's touch screen. And it's black. With our logo on the back. And it has internet and plays Solitaire and Minesweeper. And it has unlimited credit forever unless I decide otherwise.)
#ChaseForBookNine
Oh have I not, sorry.
*shadows snake up behind Trip and wrap around his throat*
I'll try and do better next time.
#ChaseForBook9
TRIP! NO!
*flings light at Deacon*
#ChaseForBook9
*stumbles upon a nearby town and hotwires a car, taking off down the road with it, wiping her mouth*
Oh my God...
This could not get any worse
What an interesting turn of events this is.
*smiles* I can breath just fine, thank you. *band of energy surrounds throat to protect it*
#ChaseForBook9
@Trip: *lies down on grass* Okay then. I'll take over whne you die.
#ChaseFOrBookNine
Really Alistair? I think it's quite a predictable one.
#ChaseForBook9
*growls*
So what are you just gonna do?
Stand there and watch me?
#ChaseForBook9
I didn't say unpredictable, now, did I? Hardly anything is, anymore.
Now, a werewolf made of shadows. What could I POSSIBLY use to combat such a creature?
#ChaseForBook9
*growls and presses harder on the grass, tightening her grip on the wheel*
I find predictability dull, there are no surprises in life if you see everything coming.
#ChaseForBook9
Well, obviously if you see things coming they're not surprising. But that doesn't mean you can't have any fun.
Adra, darling, are you quite alright? You seem rather frustrated there.
*coughs again* blood splattering across her dash* what the hell...
[Sorry, I'm going. I need to get early nights before the weekend, apparently, and I thought I'd better go whilst Hunter isn't invloved in anything.
Look forward to read the comments tomorrow, you wonderful people. *hugs*]
Um. Gtg. Something about sprinkles. Hope to see you all alive later!
#ChaseForBookNine
Oh, I'm having fun all right.
#ChaseForBook9
There is actually nothing you can do my friend.
You see I'm one of a kind. No werewolf has ever been able to do magic.
It's unheard of.
Like this...
*Deacon clicks fingers and disappears in the shadows.*
(Bye!)
#ChaseForBook9
*ignores Alastair, and presses the gas pedal all the way down*
How boring, can you do this? *glows and gets rid of all the shadows* It s quite simple soul manipulation really, I'm not even making it leave my body.
#ChaseForBook9
*laughs*
But you haven't put in context how many shadows there actually are my friend.
For example: When you close your eyes, you see shadows. Even as you blink for a second.
So what if I was to do this...
*shadows start tearing apart Trip's eyeballs from the inside*
Damn this car... What he hell is going on? *feels her stomach, which, if anything, has intensified* This isn't right...
What is it.
Hello, I'm glowing, my flesh is glowing, how are there shadows in my eyes?
#ChaseFgorBnook9
(Ah Trip, ffs! Deacon is my best villain that I have ever created. I know what I'm doing with him and how he can kill people.
And you being this invincible superhero all of a sudden is just bullshit. Seriously. How is it a fair fight.)
*pain ripples down her spine as Adra spins the car around a corner, down a short drive that leads to a dark, quiet beach.* *she gets from the car and falls into the sand, breathing heavily*
(Trio is far from invincible, but consider Deacon for a moment, he's litter ally made of shadows. Light will screw him over pretty easily.
#ChaswForBook9
*coughs* bloody hell I'm going to wring both your necks.
(He's not just made of shadows. He's a werewolf that can perform magic. No werewolf can ever do that. It just ups his power stamina)
#ChaseForBook9
Imagine if Derek started to roleplay with us
oH MY GOLDEN GOD.
#ChaseForBook9
(If it doesn't work, then just say so and everything will be fine.)
#ChaseForBook9
*rolls here eyes and falls in the sand, breathing heavily. Something sharp stabs at her and she screams, curling up into a ball*
Come on, love, don't just roll your eyes. What do you want from them? Attention? Help? Ask for it.
*year's Area's scream* MARALIE! Go help Adra!
#ChaseForBook9
I want them to shut the fuck up, Alastair. I'm trying to figure out what the hell has thrown me so off balance that i begin coughing up blood. That's what.
Well isn't that ironic. First again. Hm.
Don't act like you didn't plan it. *wipes her forehead of sweat* You wouldn't happen to have anything to do with this, would you?
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