A little over half an hour ago, I buried my doggy.
Not one of the silly doggies. Mable passed away a few months ago, and Sherlock is still pottering around the kitchen. No, this was MY doggy. This was Ali, my German Shepherd, my Alsation, the best dog in the whole world, and the undisputed love of my life.
Almost fourteen years ago, we needed a dog. I was living at home and working on the farm, and it was decided that we were getting a new dog, a few years after our last one had died. My mum, being my mum, looked upon this decision as a starting point. From here, the breed would be chosen, we'd start asking around, and then, in a few months time, we'd actually get the dog.
My dad, being my dad, looked upon this decision as a go-ahead to get a dog the very next day.
And so, while my mum was at work, we drove to a house down the road who'd just had a brand new batch of puppies. It was my little sister who picked which one we'd take home — she picked the quietest out of all the yapping pups — and we took the pup home, and I was in love.
It was obvious to everyone that she was going to be mine. We kept her in a shed for the first week or two, because she was filthy and she smelled terrible. But every evening after work I was in that shed, sitting on the ground with her. I couldn't stand to hear her whine. I couldn't stand the thought of her being lonely. I convinced my parents that she should be an indoor dog, and after she'd been washed and didn't smell quite so bad, my folks gave in.
Oh, and her name? I remember this discussion VERY clearly. We were all in the living room one evening. I wanted to call her something awesomely cool. I'm pretty sure I wanted her named either Buffy or Xena. Nobody else agreed with me. But, I argued, I'm the one who's going to be looking after her and feeding her and spending the most time with her. Surely I should be the one to name her?
Apparently not. I'm pretty sure it was Audrey who suggested the name. Remember, this was fourteen years ago, and the TV show Ally McBeal was at the height of its popularity.
"Ally!" Audrey said. "Because she's an Alsation! And also Ally McBeal!"
I was outvoted, but I vowed that day that my doggy's name should forever be spelled... Ali.
(Take THAT, Ally McBeal.)
Ali became a part of the family. Granted, it was the part of the family that slept in the kitchen and to whom my older sister Nadine never REALLY warmed. Every so often she'd look at Ali lying there, and she'd soften, and go over and pet the dog and say nice things. And then the moment Ali nudged against her Nadine would freak out and the dog would wonder what the hell was going on.
But we all loved her. When she was a pup, she used to run at whoever was sitting in the armchair in the kitchen, leap up and stand on their chest/shoulder/head and look around, like she was proudly surveying her territory. A year or two passed, and it never occurred to her that maybe she was too big to keep doing that, so she kept doing it. Many a time my dad would be sitting in the armchair reading the paper, and I'd see Ali readying herself like a sprinter on the block. Suddenly she'd leap, bursting through the newspaper, and dad would cry out in alarm and there'd be a mad scramble of legs and then sudden stillness, and she stood on my father's chest, one paw in his face, looking around at her kingdom. And the only thing we'd hear from dad would be a "Bloody mutt..."
Then, of course, she got too big and too powerful even to do THAT. The amount of times she'd leap onto dad and find herself hurtling over the back of the chair...
Ali had many talents. She was a bit of an actress, appearing in my very first movie, Dead Bodies. She can be seen at the start, jumping up and down at a patio door. I was on the other side of that door, though you can't see me, leaping about like a nutter in order to get her excited. That was her first and only film role. I think she realised she had a choice to make — LA, or Ireland. She chose Ireland.
I wrote the first Skulduggery book with her in my room. Every single evening I'd sit at my computer, writing away, and I'd hear the pat pat pat of her approach, and she'd nudge the door open with her nose, walk in, jump up on my bed, and curl up and watch me. That's how we spent our evenings. She wasn't happy without me and I wasn't happy without her.
After the book got picked up, I went to New York for a week to meet with my American publishers. After a few days I started to miss Ali DREADFULLY. I called home and my mum told me that Ali was spending her nights in my room, waiting for me to come home. When I finally did come home, she got all excited and started bouncing and whirling in circles, and then we went to my room, and she got up on the bed and I leaned in, and she licked my face for fifteen minutes. It was disgusting — by the end of it, my face had a thick layer of saliva coating it — but I didn't want to move. Fifteen minutes. I counted.
I used to take her for long walks around the fields a couple of times a day. Whenever I'd get stuck writing, off we went. I'd sort out problems with the plot as I walked, and Ali would chase birds and rabbits and splash in puddles and come back to me every now and then for a cuddle, then bound off again. Those memories are some of my favourites from when I was living at home. I was happy, I had a future, my family was proud of me, and I had my dog.
In 2008 or thereabouts, I moved out. I bought a house seven minutes away, so every evening I could go back to visit the folks and walk the dog. For a long time after I moved out, Ali would wait outside my old bedroom for me to return. I hate thinking of times like those, times when she was disappointed or she missed me and I wasn't there. She got used to the new arrangement, of course. Now she started looking forward to 5:30, when I'd walk in. Around that time every single day, she'd be waiting at the kitchen door. She'd get so excited to see me, and after we'd played around and she settled down, she went back to the door to wait for my mum to come home. Her ears would perk up and I'd know she heard an engine, and I'd open the front door just as my mum got out of the car and Ali would race out, excited all over again.
About four years ago Ali got cancer. She developed a large tumour on her belly. I was distraught. She had an operation to get rid of it, but the vet told us the cancer was going to come back. He gave her two years, maybe. Two more years with my dog.
These last few years, Ali got old. She got stiff. The long walks became shorter and shorter. She couldn't handle it anymore. And suddenly there were babies in the house, wobbling about. Ali didn't know quite what to make of them. She learned pretty early on to try and stay away if she possibly could. She was great with the kids. She's never been anything other than gentle and loving and lovely.
Yesterday I took her on a short walk, just out to the shed. We reached the shed and she lay down. This wasn't normal. I went over and petted her and she seemed fine. She got up and followed me to the postbox, and lay down again. Then she followed me back inside the house, and went to her mat and lay down.
"Is everything okay?" my mum asked.
"No," I said.
She had perked up this morning, according to the text my mum sent, but by this afternoon she was lying down again. We took her to the vet. She lay in the back of my jeep and he came out, but he didn't even have to examine her to see that the cancer was back. He injected her there and then and I cried. I haven't cried like that in... I don't ever remember crying like that. I'm crying right now. I love my dog and I miss her, and the reason I'm writing this is because she deserves to be remembered.
Thursday, September 26, 2013
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*Man points towards a battle torn street* Thank you *leaves bar*
*Doctor Precocious taps a ward on her steed's nose, and it balloons out, flattens, and smoothens out into a glossy black van once again*
Ah, that's better.
Whose side do I have a choice of?
☂ikr XD☂
☂rides away through Vienna on a large elephant☂
*smiles at Mithria*
You need to sign these papers, preferably with your dominant hand.
*ninja comes back to watch the two*
*picks up a rock as the light from her torch fades* *resists the urge to facepalm and takes out the crystal ball she stole from alter-Adra, holding it out as it faintly glows*
☂The ninja is actually important, Mith.☂
Green man: So what is our course of action?
Silver haired man: I don't know about you guys, but as much as I love picking off hunters three at a time, I think our resources are better placed elsewhere.
Man from the night Trip was shot: What resources? We have ten men, we're much better off here fighting the hunters, where we can use our skills to eliminate a great threat.
Other Trip: Correction, you have twelve men. *he steps through the door, carrying Larklight Mcray, both of them are quite badly wounded*
#ChaseForBook9
*appears by Trip* You can consider me among your allies.
#ChaseForBook9
Yes, tell me more of the faction warfare present in this town. You see, I have been hunting Magnificum on the Island of Socotra for three years, and I am quite out of date.
*says singsong-like* Come out, come out, wherever you are....
*looks at the ninja, then back to Mycroft* That... I mean... What is this? *points at the papers*
*stands beside body of a channeler on street* There was a fight here recently
*yawn*
I don't know how I feel about faction warfare. Are monsters not a threat to all walks of life? Do my duties not lie in the extermination of THEM, rather than those with whom I disagree?
(Eh, nothing really in this universe. Unless you can find the remains of the resistance, but they're pretty well hidden.)
#ChaseForBook9
Trip, you can count me as one of your allies. Are you aware of their present whereabouts?
(seeing as there would be about 200 bodies on the street, NO SHIT Sherlock.)
Oh, good Niccolo.
#ChaseForBook9
☂Hey guys:☂
☂In a well-developed paragraph of approximately 150 words, briefly explain the conflict of person against nature.☂
☂HOW DO YOU EXPLAIN THE CONFLICT OF PERSON AGAINST NATURE?☂
☂IT'S WHEN YOU GET STUCK IN QUICKSAND OR YOUR VENUS FLYTRAP EATS YOUR HAMBURGER☂
☂HOW ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO EXPLAIN THAT?☂
☂☂☂help☂☂☂
(I'm kind of in their base, hidden away with them.)
#ChaseForBook9
*glances at the other Trip and Larklignt* Shall I heal them?
#ChaseForBook9
I shall tell you in a minute.
Please. Sign.
*wraps her hand around the pen*
*tucks the little box into his pocket*
*activates his invisibility cloak and goes to Trip's location*
*spins in circles* I don't even know where I am. *gasps* what if I die down here? *breathes out* No- nope. You are perfectly fine, and you'll find Trip and they all lived happily every after, as always.
*nods* *falls* ow
Man with a long pole made out of crystal: So, thirteen against an army of fifty.
They've got no chance.
#ChaseForBook9
(Mycroft it is man against nature as in what a man wants to do versus what he is unconciously driven to do by his nature.)
((Ember.
Global Warming.
Floods.
Hurricanes.
Etc))
Please Niccolo, do.
#ChaseForBook9
*Places sphere in middle of street and stands back*
*blinks*
Um... allright, I'll trust you. *smiles*
*signs the papers*
☂But I think they mean man against nature like trees and stuff...☂
☂Also, with the umbrellas, call me Ember :)☂
*rounds a corner, peeking out to not find people or monsters*
*strokes chin*
Well . . . Aubrey and I are a bit strapped for cash.
*aggressively bites into Poptart*
If you'll pay us our due fee, Trip, we'll be glad to give you a little . . . help.
A younger lad in a long trench coat: So, what's our plan of action?
Crimson haired woman: *draws a crystal machete* We kill them. All of them, in revenge for our former allies, then we hunt down the last of the brainwashed ones, try an save them, and if they won't come round, we kill them. Sounds good? *a chorus of yeses comes from each of the channellers in the room*
#ChaseForBook9
(Still in an underground base. Can't hear you Annika.)
#ChaseForBook9
*is a few metres away from the channellers, still invisible due to his tactical cloak*
*hands papers to ninja*
*ninja speaks in a business-like tone with an English accent*
Ninja: I suppose you'll save the formalities for the actual party, won't you?
Mycroft: That is correct.
Ninja: Alright. Let me file this through to my boss and we'll see how we go. Do I need to bless you or something?
Mycroft: Well, you have a licence do carry this out, correct? You may do whatever you wish, so long as in the end, the marriage is legal.
Ninja: Just wait for a second. I'll be back in a minute to tell you how we're doing with the contracts. Probs going to update the record books too. See you in a bit! By the way, does she want to be Mithria Holmes or keep her maiden name?
Mycroft: I'm not exactly sure. I'll ask. Mithria, would you like to keep your last name?
*recollects sphere and it teleports me to Trips location* Ok?
*silently noms on a piece of bacon and pulls out a staff, reads to hit something*
*lays one hand on parallel Trip's shoulder, the other on Larklight's, and heals from the inside out*
I would respectfully recommend a more detailed plan for the next course of action, especially considering our rather diminished numbers.
#ChaseForBook9
((HOLY SHIT))
((JESUS CHRIST))
((I will likely disappear in roughly ten minutes.))
#ChaseForBook9
MITHCROFT
*realises she just screamed that and covers her mouth, looking around*
*stammers* I... Does that mean... You...
(K, Nic!)
Niccolo, either whenever you've hung around with me you've completely ignored my actions, or you're now an amnesiac, because surely you know the damage these people can do? *a green nailed woman turns and looks straight at Dragona* You can't hide from a channeller, get out and show yourself!
#ChaseForBook9
☂What?☂
Doctor Precocious ducks into her van and returns with a steel tube, about two feet long. She clicks a button, and an extra foot of steel shoots out each end. A wicked-looking spear tip bursts from one end, and the collapsable halberd crackles with blue lightning. Precocious backs in to the van, expertly holding the halberd in front of her.
"This town is bad new . . ." She murmurs.
*de-cloaks, holding a shotgun*
Hello Benjamin, what can I do for you?
#ChaseForBook9
*Backs into wall away from channellers and hides*
Please make your decision quickly, we've only got a short time before he returns. Would you like to be Mithria Faith or Mithria Holmes?
☂How's this for a romantic proposal?☂
Gold hair man: Are you here to kill us? Because if you are, the only person leaving here dead will be you.
#ChaseForBook9
Benjamin, what are you doing?
#ChaseForBook9
*blinks* Faith... if that is ok for you...
*Steps out from behind wall* Where exactly is this?
*swallows and steps out, holding halberd*
Mycroft? What's going on? I'm scared . . . No, Aubrey, stay back . . .
*swallows*
What's happening? Dragona? Trip? Mycroft? Adra?
*wide-angle camera shot, see one small monster hunter in an enormous empty city*
. . .
Anyone?
*is jumping up and down and has to punch her arm ti calm down* Right, shipping later.
(Well, that's Mycroft-style, I guess :D)
Hm. Well I might be here to kill you. Well, almost probably.
Doctor Precocious runs forward, swinging the halberd wildly. Her foot lands on a slippery manhole cover and she slips, landing on her arse as the cover slides off, allowing a three-headed snake to slither up, staring at her, its jaws dripping with venom.
"Oh . . . crap."
Niccolò: *shrugs* Whatever you think is wise, I suppose.
#ChaseForBook9
Gold hair man: Why? You aren't a hunter, so just humour me before I kill you.
First Benjamin, why are you here?
#ChaseForBook9
I was tracking a group of fighters to locate someone named Trip Castalan.
*jumps, thinking she heard something, dropping the crystal and it shatters* *does her best to not cry in frustration*
*looks at where she was walking, and runs in complete darkness, hoping to not fall*
Well, it's your lucky day, there are two of us here.
#ChaseForBook9
I have chosen to kill you because I simply can. Your base was not very secure, not for an Infiltrator in any case.
*de-cloaks a grenade that is at the feet of the channellers*
*detonates it, fires a few blasts from his shotgun to cover himself, then turns invisible and escapes*
Alright.
*ninja returns*
Mycroft: She would like to keep her maiden name.
Ninja: Perfect.
*ninja types something into his phone and sends off a message*
Ninja: Legalised. Congrats.
Mycroft: Many thanks, Stewart.
Ninja: No prob.
*ninja vanishes*
*Mycroft opens up the little black box*
*two gold rings sit inside*
*gently takes one of the rings and slides it over Mithria's ring finger*
*gives her the second one*
I believe that you need to put this one on my finger.
*breathing heavily*
Got to run . . . got to run . . . got to get out . . .
*skids to a halt*
By God . . . that thing slithers fast . . .
*flips open cell phone and dials*
Pick up . . . please pick up . . . Benjamin, please pick . . .
*hears hissing*
Craaaaaaaap!
*Sheilds grenade* well i need to find the parrallel one
*all the channellers had protected themselves with energy, and now all quite dislike Dragona* Gold Haair man: Well that was dumb...
#ChaseForBook9
☂I love how on one side there's this ridiculous proposal/marriage thing and on the other side these guys are going on a death mission XD☂
He's over there. *points at Other Trip, sitting in the corner*
#ChaseForBook9
*rides past on the back of a large black pig with blue-lightning eyes*
THAT was scary . . .
*looks hopefully at Mycroft*
Soooooooo did she say yes?
Brb.
*Walks over to parrallel trip* Have you seen this man *Shows picture of red lightning circling a hooded figure*
*feels the ground shake*
*pauses*
*keeps going*
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She didn't really have a choice in the matter, Doctor Precocious, but seeming as I'm not injured or dead yet, I'd say she did.
Other Trip: Yep, he was at the battle yesterday. Brainwashed government channeller, kill list totals about seven channellers, countless political opponents to the american republican party.
#ChaseForBook9
☂looks at Steve☂
☂Hoo da fuck are yoo?☂
☂(I'm so sorry. I just had to say that. TMPGIS thing.)☂
*still can't believe what's going on*
I... *nods* Right.
*takes the ring and slides it over Mycrofts finger carefully*
*punches the air*
Yes!
*hears hissing*
CRAP!
*rides off this comment thread on the back of a pig that is really a van*
Got to gooooooooooooooooo!
☂I actually don't really know what to do now, Mith... xD☂
*foot slips and falls hard into her elbow, screaming as pain lances up to her shoulder* *curses, biting her hand and lying still, not wanting to move for a moment*
☂nooooooooooo☂
☂Bye Anni!☂
(Kiss?))
Thank you parrallel Trip, he is wanted for several more crimes. Are you currently after him or did he escape?
☂Going to go in ten minutes...☂
(Good suggestion, Adra! *grins*)
((Bye Anniiii))
(Will you return today, Ember?)
Other Trip: My name is Trip. He's dead. He was dismembered then exploded.
#ChaseForBook9
(Manufacture tiny humans like me?)
☂☂waves hands at Adra☂☂
☂Yeah, but this is a really ridiculous marriage... I kinda want Mycroft to be romantic but at the same time I know it's going to be weirdly out of place unless Mith yells at him or starts it or does something he's not expecting.☂
*two channeller hunters appear from an alley behind Adra* Channeller hunter: Well well well, what do we have here?
#ChaseForBook9
☂No, I won't.☂
He's dead, but the energy found was. Who was he working for?
*grits her teeth, slowly sitting up at a turtle's pace* *spots a ladder going up ahead* thank Gods... *lumbers towards it, climbing up and onto a side street* *murmurs* Ow..
Ah hell... *backs away*
Other Trip: I told you. The american government.
#ChaseForBook9
(*sighs* Damnit...)
That means... we are married now? *can't believe it*
Channeller hunters: You know, it isn't common to find such pretty little birds in such horrible places like this. You lost, missy?
#ChaseForBook9
☂Hehehehehehheheeheheh☂
Yes, we are.
*suddenly looks very worried* Are you... do you... do you not want to marry me?
((MITHCROFT))
*glares at them* I'm human, mind you. You must not et out alot
*Disappears and appears outside near to an American government mage*
Channeller hunter: All the time. Kind of got to, if you're gonna protect the world from such a menace. So, ye lost?
#ChaseForBook9
*starts laughing and kisses him instead of an answer*
Sherlock: *looks at Mycroft and Mith from the distance and nods*
*whispers* Well done, brother…
*turns and starts walking away*
(Mortal government Ed.)
#ChaseForBook9
(Mortal government Ed.)
#ChaseForBook9
((SHERLYYYYYYYY *wipes tear*))
So what's it to you?
So, now all that is out the way, who wants to ice some idiots?
#ChaseForBook9
Channeller hunter: Well, I ight be able to help. Especially someone as pretty as yerslef.
#ChaseForBook9
-sits on a large chair, which is made up of large mettalic crystals, several orbs in front of me, each of them projecting an image out to me-
☂Mithria, you won the world's best ending competition☂
☂THAT WAS AWESOME☂
☂I shall leave now. BYEEEEEEEE☂
☂Oh, and btw☂
*kisses her back happily*
*it starts snowing*
Hello Trace.
#ChaseForBook9
No, I think I'm good, thanks...
(Ay, Dylan)
(ok, thanks)
*Walks into crowd of people around a speech from a leader of the government* Time to go *Throws green pinecone which releases a green light transporting them both to the top of a building* You must pay
(Thank you! *hugs Ember* See you soon, I hope!!)
(Hellos, all. I'm not in Blogland atm, I'm on The Nexus)
((Sounds like Star Trek. *fangirls* I think that's what it was called..))
-flicks through the images, finding the one where Trip sits-
-smiles-
There. That is the area. They call it "Blogland". That is where we need to call the air strike.
U.S pres: For what?
#ChaseForBook9
((Up to date, uh... We're in a parallel universe? And underground a ways))
(Actually we're in an alternate dimension.)
#ChaseForBook9
*turns and runs*
Channeller hunter: Ey!
#ChaseForBook9
For sending this man *Shows picture* to destroy the only break in time. You could have destroyed my universe
*waves* Hi! *keeps running, cradling her arm and taking sharp and wicked turns*
U.S pres: What? The hell are you on about?
#ChaseForBook9
(Okay, my bad.)
-walks into the chamber, and walks into a machine, allowing my suit to form around my body-
*they run after, but aren't nearly fast enough*
#ChaseForBook9
((Okay, I just have to say that: OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD!!! I just got married to MYCROFT HOLMES!!! *dances round blogland* *stops dancing* Okay... done^^ *grins*))
*swings up a ladder onto a roof, lying next to the side, breathing out, hopefully they hadn't seen her* *broken elbow hurts like hell*
((Yyayyyyhhyyyyy MITHCROFT))
*Holds him off edge of building* You know what, now you pay
(Meh... I gtg now... See you all tomorow (I hope...). Bye!!)
-walks into a pod, which closes up around me, the HUD on the glass showing me where we are going-
"Person: Trip Calastan
Place: Unknown
Time: Present
Dimension: Unknown
This mission is extremely risky, soldier. Do you wish to follow through?"
Yes. Launch Pod.
((Bye Mith!))
*Meanwhile, in a large warehouse that the channeller hunters have made their base....
About forty channeller hunters are milling around, off duty. If they listened very hard they hear the soft sounds of a group of twelve channellers dropping into their base to kill them all, but they're far more interested in smoking, drinking, sleeping, playing card games, eating and chatting*
#ChaseForBook9
*thinks* Jesus... I just need to get to Alter-Me... She can help a hell of a lot more.....
-Pod is launched from The Nexus, a portal opening in front of me, taking me to Trip Calastan, landing a few kilometres away from him-
U.S pres: I really don't! The fuck is a break in time?
#ChaseForBook9
*frowns* *softly* where the hell is he...
*the pod crashes outside the warehouse, many hunters running out to check it out, armed with guns and such*
#ChaseForBook9
*releases him and walks away from screams as he falls*
*slowly descends the ladder, donning a cloak and doing her best to look hunter-like, walking out onto the streets, with an air of confidence*
-steps out of the pod, immediately being cloaked, the hunters not seeing me-
-I walk behind all of them, dodging them all stealthily-
-I continue walking forward, throwing a grenade behind my back, landing near the pod, killing all of the hunters-
*picks more bacon from her bag, eating it and moving in a random direction*
-continues moving, scanning the area-
Good morning, afternoon, or evening, denizens of Blogland.
Hello Sir
*whispers* hi Sir. *keeps walking, wary for more people to avoid*
*clearly not all the hunters died, so the rest scramble for cover trying to find their attacker*
#ChaseForBook9
-pulls out a drone, placing it on the ground, activating it to hover in the air with my hand print-
Drone 689, I am dispatching you to locate Adrasdos Dark. Remain undetected, and bring me back information on her, her mission and her location. Go.
Hey Sir.
#ChaseForBook9
*Stands outside a group of hunters* You all had a part in this
Calamity, soul search, don't stop until we get attacked. *green nailed woman nods*
#ChaseForBook9
(Thanks Trip. I hope you don't think I'm an asshole, having you kind of patch up my last move. But I get it, don't worry)
-turns around, seeing the hunters, setting a mine on the ground, boost jumping up onto a tree, cutting through the branches with a laser machete-
*The hunter open fire on Benjamin, presuming him to be the attacker*
#ChaseForBook9
((ATM, I'm parallel universe Adra. Real me is in a field somewhere, dead :D))
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That's what the machete is supposed to look like.
(It's just, you know, there were thirty of them, all spread out over a large space, if you'd killed them all, the shockwaves would level the warehouse and the surrounding neighbourhood.)
#ChaseForBook9
*Throws up shield and launches a beam of lightning at hunters*
(That's lovely, the drone is searching for you instead)
*they dive out the way, spanning out*
#ChaseForBook9
Joy of joys...
*gets to a high point, still cradling her hurt arm, her other one over her stomach* *watches the street for anything*
-hears the gunfire, and quickly springs over to that area, remaining cloaked, only about 20 metres away from Trip-
*Transforms into edwards body and freezes a few and jumps behind the rest*
-the drone, cloaked, scans the area, finding Adra, searching for any weapons or energy surges-
*some dethaw the frozen ones with fire, while others pop up, surrounding Ed, iring at him from all sides*
#ChaseForBook9
Calamity: Twenty meters north. Cloaked, mauve.
#ChaseForBook9
I dedicate to awesome plots, like this one. They are truly strokes of genius, made better by adding in free will.
#ChaseForBook9
Hmm... *taps her stomach* you alright in there still? *no answer, obviously* *nods* Good, tiny human
-I keep watch on Trip and Benjamin, recording all of this, sending the signals up to the Nexus-
(Could you ask what the pod was or something? ;-; )
((*raises glass* this is pretty epic))
-the drone begins recording Adra's activity, acknowledging the wounds-
*Transforms into johns body and energy stops an inch from body as flames swirl round* Why won't you learn *One of the hunters explodes*
(You could just tell us you know. I don't think the channellers much care. They're more out for revenge.)
#ChaseForBook9
*blinks again* Hmm... *looks out at the streets then sits* I swear if there isn't anyone left...
*picks up a grenade, throwing it so it hits a street a few blocks down* *waits*
Channeller hunter: Learn what? To lie down and let attackers kill us? We're trying to protect the world from monsters!
#ChaseForBook9
-stands up, aiming my weapon at both of you, uncloaked, electricity crackling in the other hand-
You two. State your business.
You are the monsters *Sends fire at the hunter and turns into a new body made of light*
-the drone uncloaks itself, aiming four disintegration cannons at Adra-
State your name, business and reasoning.
*Turns and faces Trace* Lower your weapon please
Huh... It appears that no one is here
-looks at Lament strangely-
Stand down. Now.
Channeller hunters hiding in the warehouse open fire, and Trip and his channellers summon energy to their hands, eyes and so one, and create a multi layered shield to protect them*
#ChaseForBook9
*Reaches out and takes gun which instantly melts* Stand down and explain yourself
I am afraid I cannot do that, Mr. Calastan. Under the order of The Nexus, you must stand down. If you do not, I will be forced to use lethal forces against you.
*eyes widen* I- uh...
*stutters* I'm looking for the Alternate Trip.. He needs to so something. And my Trip. And I am Adra..
We never truly have free will, you know.
*sighs, and places his hands on his hips*
Honestly, this war nonsense. Quite more than enough to make a man sick to his stomach. Blasted useless tomfoolery, is what it truly is...
Just in response to your ded.
Bye.
Of course, because free will means killing people is okay, so...
-laughs-
That gun probably cost more than all the money you have ever earnt in your life, boy.
-the black electricity now moves into both hands, crackling away-
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