I thought the title of this entry was smart and funny, effectively conveying the relief at another tour being over and done with in a winning and whimsical manner. But how many of you are going to miss the John Lennon reference and just puzzle at the "Happy Christmas| part? Ah well. Too late now to go changing it.
So, another tour bites the dust. This was a fun one, lots of people turning up, lots of glares and scowls and cakes and pictures and fist-bumps and many, many moody looks into camera... All in a day's work, really. Thanks to everyone who came along — it was tiring but I had a blast.
And now I'm home, and it's time to get organised.
There's going to be some cool news coming your way over the next few weeks and months. Some of it will make you go "Cool!" and some of it will make you grin. Some of it, of course, will make you weep, as it's coming up to that time when I'll have to start plotting out Book Nine. Most of you will still be reeling from the events of LSODM, so you'll know not to trust me. For some reason, the tagline from the original Texas Chain Saw Massacre is floating through my head...
"Who will survive, and what will be left of them?"
The good news is, now that the pressure of editing and touring is off, I'll be able to get back to my regular (ahem) blogging and Twitter routine, so I should be chatting to you guys a little more often than I have been. Hopefully.
The fact is, I'm going to be incredibly busy for the next year. Want a brief rundown on what I have ahead of me?
1) Plot, write and finish Book Nine by March.
2) Work on Mystery Project 2.
3) Write 10 brand new short stories for the Skulduggery Collection out next Summer.
4) Work on Mystery Project 3.
5) Devise, plan and start writing New Book Series by September 2014.
6) Work on Mystery Project 4.
All that, and blog and tweet and play with my nieces. Oh, and my nephew.
Nephew, you say? But Golden God, you don't HAVE a nephew. I do now, gentle Minion. Born this afternoon, weighing in at over 9 pounds, Baby Skulduggery is now part of my Baby Army of Terror, and he is to be feared.
(Okay fine, my sister hasn't OFFICIALLY named him Baby Skulduggery, but come on... How could she NOT?)
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«Oldest ‹Older 4001 – 4200 of 4949 Newer› Newest»Yeah. All of time and space is worth it. Do you want to come Adra? You'd love it.
#ChaseForBook9
*looks like she really wants to go*
*shakes her head no instead*
Okay. Only if you are sure. The offer will always be there. :)
#ChaseForBook9
Hold on
"Princess Diana suffered from self-harm and depression so mAYBE THAT'S WHY THEY'RE CALLING US DIANA BC PRINCESSES"
"Diana is for all girls who are depressed, who self-harm, who are suicidal, for the fans who just need to know that they make a difference to the people that are thanking them for the reason they are still alive, Diana is going to save lives I'm so proud of the boys omG I'M CRYING IN TURDY SEVEN LANGUAGES THIS IS PERFECT"
"Just replace your name instead of Diana, and look at the lyrics. We can all agree that this song is about US."
"this song isn't dedicated to a "diana". they sing it for all of us. they want to tell us that we don't need to cry and that they didn't only save our lives, but we saved theirs too"
"The reason behind Diana:
Diana backwards is;
An Aid.
I'M CRYING SO HARD THEY'RE SO CLEVER"
o
#ChaseForBook9
Hi Mara!
#ChaseForBook9
*writes* Whoa, Mara... 0.0
*nods to Rhydian*
*Tardis appears* *River and Sky step out*
River: Ready to go?
#ChaseForBook9
*smiles sadly and waves to River and Sky*
Yeah *goes to the Tardis* *looks back*
Sure you wanna stay?
#ChaseForBook9
Adra you wanna come so why don't you?
#ChaseForBook9
*holds up a hand to tell him to wait a second*
*scribbles quickly on her paper: I can't run from my responsibilities*
*pauses, then scribbles as an afterthought: Besides, I still have to make sure Trip doesn't do something stupid like die again :3*
Okay Adra. But one day you'll have to come. *smiles sadly* *runs into Tardis with Sky and River behind him*
*Tardis dématérialisés*
#ChaseForBook9
*sighs, leaning back in her chair and glancing at her watch*
*explodes Adra*
*throws acid at zafira*
Diana
Front pages, all your pictures
They make you look so small
How could someone not miss you at all?
Woah oh oh
I never would mistreat ya
Oh I'm not a criminal
I speak a different language
But I still hear your call
Diana
Let me be the one to
Light a fire inside those eyes
You could own me
You don't even know me
But I can feel you crying
Diana
Let me be the one to
Lift your heart up and save your life
I don't think you even realise
Baby you'd be saving mine
Diana
It's only been four months but
You've fallen down so far
How could someone mislead you at all
Woah oh oh
I wanna reach out for ya
I wanna break these walls
I speak a different language
But I still hear your call
Diana
Let me be the one to
Light a fire inside those eyes
You could own me
You don't even know me
But I can feel you crying
Diana
Let me be the one to
Lift your heart up and save your life
I don't think you even realise
Baby you'd be saving mine
We all need something
If I could hold ya
I swear I'd never
Put you down
Diana
Let me be the one to
Light a fire inside those eyes
You could own me
You don't even know me
But I can feel you crying
Diana
Let me be the one to
Lift your heart up and save your life
I don't think you even realise
Baby you'd be saving mine
Woah oh oh
Diana
Woah oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Diana
Baby you'd be saving mine
Woah oh oh
Diana
Woah oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Diana
Baby you'd be saving mine
...
"Just replace your name instead of Diana, and look at the lyrics. We can all agree that this song is about US."
Mara
Front pages, all your pictures
They make you look so small
How could someone not miss you at all?
Woah oh oh
I never would mistreat ya
Oh I'm not a criminal
I speak a different language
But I still hear your call
Mara
Let me be the one to
Light a fire inside those eyes
You could own me
You don't even know me
But I can feel you crying
Mara
Let me be the one to
Lift your heart up and save your life
I don't think you even realise
Baby you'd be saving mine
Mara
It's only been four months but
You've fallen down so far
How could someone mislead you at all
Woah oh oh
I wanna reach out for ya
I wanna break these walls
I speak a different language
But I still hear your call
Mara
Let me be the one to
Light a fire inside those eyes
You could own me
You don't even know me
But I can feel you crying
Mara
Let me be the one to
Lift your heart up and save your life
I don't think you even realise
Baby you'd be saving mine
We all need something
If I could hold ya
I swear I'd never
Put you down
Mara
Let me be the one to
Light a fire inside those eyes
You could own me
You don't even know me
But I can feel you crying
Mara
Let me be the one to
Lift your heart up and save your life
I don't think you even realise
Baby you'd be saving mine
Woah oh oh
Mara
Woah oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Mara
Baby you'd be saving mine
Woah oh oh
Mara
Woah oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Mara
Baby you'd be saving mine
...
Oh
#ChaseForBook9
*hugs Mars?*
*laughs moving away from the acid and laughs harder* WEEEEE
'ello
well
i um
i'm in a weird mood rn
i don't actually hate myself that much
um
weird
#ChaseForBook9
*points to the barn she'll be at in ten minutes for about an hour*
Can you just speak it is rather annoying now. Like come on its annoying now you can't just talk. *shakes head walking away from*
*Sighs heavily and tries not to roll her eyes* I never feel like talking, I've spent days where I just do actions because words are- 'Coming out I feel terrible, is it typical for us to end like this' - too hard to say some times. Adra wants to be here, just not to speak. Let her be.
*hugs Rose, nodding* *flips Zaf off*
*Flashes a small smile* I've been listening to Derek Sanders talk about his life. He's been through so much... I'm ready to defend anyone right now...
*sighs irritably* well its annoying with her! *stays by lake*
I'm back. Sorry about before, Death, I was called away.
Distant.
Just give it a few days, okay babe? You'll be fine. It may be slightly hard to accept at the moment but if Adra decides that this is how she wants to communicate, who are we to tell her otherwise?
Nah, all's good Zath! *Grins* Shouldn't you be asleep? It's late! *Hides her cup of coffee*
What do you think guys? Terrible or what!?
Brarantine Chavouert. A mad man. A spy. A secret agent.
Fine I guess. *stares at tree* I hate how I want to meet John Smith but I know Niccolò will succumb to his fear and never actually release that name like he thinks he should
Well, imagine Niccy as a bomb. There are so many wires in him and if you break the wrong one, the non-John Smith wire, he goes kaboom. And then there goes Niccy... And Alice would probably come back because he's evil and I need to slap him in the face. And because he's powerful. I'm almost certain that Niccolò is struggling, as is, with his names and knows it would be too risky for all of us if he were to allow you to meet this John Smith.
(Asleep)
I don't see why it's aggravating you, Zaf.
Sleep? Hah, no. It's only midnight. Just gonna let that coffee thing slide for now...
I like the name, but I'm afraid crappy movies have ruined any seriousness that could possibly have come with a title of "secret agent" for me. That's probably just my head, though, and would otherwise be perfectly fine.
Adding to the sleep thing, I'm also waiting for Ivy to wake up and to watch her reaction to seeing a new BFB chapter up.
You have no idea how much she pesters me about it.
Its just bugging me honestly. It is. And he /can/ he just is afraid to lose himself....*stands wandering around*
This is a real secret agent that I'm going to slap. Hard. In the face. In my dream tonight. Because he made me cry. Because he Mr Bliss-ed it. He's a jerk. He will be killed!!!!!!!
Sorry, I'm asleep and I don't know what I'm saying...
GO CHICKEN FEET!!! WOOOO!!!
Yes, you said that. I just don't see why.
You'll have another hour or so Zath its 10:03am bu me and she's 3hrs behind
Well, I don't want to lose Niccolò. What happens if John is not strong enough and Alastair returns? I ain't gonna be here to slap him. I'm gonna be sad!!! And Niccolò, yes, may lose himself. Do you remember how hard it was for him to return last time? Alastair may destroy Niccolò Croatoan completely and where would Aretha be?
Without her best friend.
(Heh, that was a good chapter, Zath...))
I know, Zaf. I doubt she'll be up early as such, so I'll most likely be here longer than an hour.
Thanks, Death.
Does anyone want to read something... It's boring and horrible and I hate it, but I'm trying to turn it into a decent story...
*Shines beam of light in Zath's face* That's okay!! I had been waiting too long... Evil...
Aretha is in his head even if he let John out she would be there keeping Alastair at bay. And I know enough about John to assume that he would allow Niccolò back. John was the one who knew the earth magic its how Niccolò can turn you to stone like he did to me multiple times
I'd be happy to, Death. Don't expect any sort of helpful feedback, though. Recently my responses to writing have consisted only of:
- Nice
- Cool
- Great
- Awesome
- I like
Yeah. I'm creative.
The room was bright and the walls were dark. White paper littered the wooden floor. There was a large desk in front of a wide, open window, its curtains long torn off and destroyed. The view from the desk showed a lush green yard bordered by large, skeletal trees; their bare branches clawing at the sky like long, brown fingers.
On the desk sat a neat stack of white paper, clear of the scribbled words that were spewed on the sheets found on the floor. Beside this stack of paper sat an old fashioned ink pen and an ink well. On the far wall, the wall furthest from the door, sat a beautiful silver frame which held half a portrait of a black-haired child, the other half if the painting was strewn in the sea of paper.
The man in the doorway frowned and ran a thick hand through his dirty brown hair. His deep blue eyes darted around and took in the scene and a fierce expression clouded them. His lips curled down and a sigh escaped him.
He walked further into the room and extended an arm to the floor, snagging a piece of paper in front of him. He read through the neat calligraphy and sighed again. Nothing useful would be found on these sheets.
Of course she was too smart for that. She would have taken anything that had identified her or destroyed what she couldn't. She was thorough. He hated that.
His footsteps made crunching and crackling sounds as he walked towards the painting and a musty smell hit him, despite the open windows not ten meters away. He continued walking and the nearer he got to the painting, the stronger the scent became.
His fingers trailed over the frame, and his eyes automatically glanced at the child's eyes. They were dark, almost black, but something about them seemed off. The eyes sparkled differently to what was to be expected from the light in the painting. He blamed that error on the artist.
The man's hand retracted quickly as he heard a faint click. It came from the painting in front of him. Slowly, his fingers reached out to touch the frame again.
His eyes narrowed as he watched his fingers and saw the slight depression in the frame. He thought it might have been a trick if the light but as his fingers trailed over it again and the click was heard, he decided against it.
He pressed down harder on the depression and a small section of the frame gave way under the pressure. He frowned, puzzled, and pressed further.
His finger was almost all hidden in the silver frame before he heard a louder click and the button stayed where it was, deep in the wood.
Slowly, the border began to sink into the wall and he stepped back. When the picture was several inches deep, it swung inwards to reveal a small passage, lit by small torches that hung in brackets in irregular intervals along either side of the tunnel. The brackets of iron were mounted haphazardly upon the grey stone wall and it reminded him of a secret tunnel that one might find in a castle or a dungeon. The fire danced along the walls and tried to lick their way up to the high, arched ceiling of the secret passage.
He started to walk along, his footsteps changing from the crackle of paper to the light tap of shoe against stone. The air in the passage was cool and stagnant and musty; the source if the smell in the room behind him.
There was a slight creak behind him and he whirled, spinning to face to closing door behind him. He lunged forward but he was too late. The flames trembled as the closed door sent a small gust of air whistling down the long tunnel. Grimacing, he turned around and walked back down the corridor.
His footsteps echoed off the close walls either side of him and several times he had to peek over his broad shoulder to check no one was following close behind him. The sensation of being followed, being watched, stalked him as he walked but he did his best to ignore it. It would have only been paranoia.
... I had to trim down about half of that sotry to fit that in... Grrrr....
Okay, now I'm sleeping!! I'm meeting someone famous and I don't have any makeup to cover the bags under my eyes!!!
0 x(
Night!!!!
Heh, morning...
Good night Rose
Oh, it always says 'he' and not a name because that dude is nameless!! I call him Vincent, as a nickname as I wait for a good name to pop into my mind!!! Muahahahaha!!!
Interesting, Death (yeah, see? I'm just so creative). Very descriptive.
Night. Have fun tomorrow.
*stumbles in, a hoof print on her arm* *falls in the grass, breathing heavily*
(Can't resist... Sorry!!!)))
Adra, did you get trotted on? *Bursts out laughing, not sure if it's funny or if she's just sleepy... Probably the latter*
Thanks Zath!! *Huggles*
*glares at Adra*
Good morning, afternoon, evening, or other comparable time, Blogland.
*Purses her lips and turns Zaffy away from Adra* No fighting or I'll be up all night. My brother just came in and yelled at me to stop laughing. He's angry. He's evil... *Hugs Zaf* Please don't try and fight each other! I love you!
Early, early, early morning... Sharky!
Gah!! Leaving! Not here!! Seriously gone for a few months!! No one miss me or I'll shoot you!!
Cheers!! *Scrambled away*
*waves at Sir*
*shakesher head no to Rose* *makes a kicking motion*
Night, Death! Don't mind my comment just now! *hugs tightly*
#ChaseForBook9
*hugs* *waves to Rose*
Hey Ari! Night Rose
Hey, Adra. Sounds painful... Want some ice for that?
Hello, Sir.
And hey Aretha.
Adios, Death. Hope to speak to you soon.
*waves Zath off, shaking her head*
HEy Sir, Zath, Adra, and Zaf! *sneakyelderassassintacklehugs everyone*
#ChaseForBook9
I'm awake at 7:15 and the rest of my family has already gotten up and eaten all the muffins. There was one for everyone, but my sister is a growing teenager! XD
But Fabi has super-powers. She can COOK! (sort of :-P)
So yeah. I had fruit salad and scrambled eggs.
...in case you were wondering for some bizarre reason.
Hello!
#ChaseForBook9
*laughs hysterically* HYPER
Y'alright, Adra.
Hey, Fabi.
Greetings, Fabienne. Zafira, perhaps you should calm down before you do something... Regrettable in hindsight.
*waves and hugs Aretha and Fabi*
*raises an eyebrow at Zath?*
Hello Ari, Zaf, Adra, Zath, and anyone who's lurking/ghosting/stalking/hiding in the shadows/whatever.
#ChaseForBook9
You waved the ice away. I said alright.
*And Sir
#ChaseForBook9
*nods slowly*
*writes on a sheet of paper and gives it to him*
*shakes head and runs into explosive tree*
*takes the sheet of paper and examines it*
I don't have a clue what this says.
*the letters rearrange: GERINGADINGDINGDINGDINGA DING*
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHR8WGR4UIFSEWBAFWLYTGE74OKURYGOEFUAGLRE
*laughs silently*
EVERY COMMENT ABOUT THE GAME IN THE WORLD DOES NOT DESERVE THAT KIND OF PUNISHMENT
... Uh. I am... Confused.
*grins wickedly and skips over to Sir and gives him an apple*
*stares* and I thought Niccolò was confusing...
*shrugs, and drops the apple* Adrasdos, you can be extremely strange at some times. And this is coming from myself.
Oookaaaayyy.
#ChaseForBook9
I wonder what it was like in the Renisance *sits back thinking*
Hi people.
Hello Chione!
#ChaseForBook9
The Renaissance was overrated, Zafira. Greetings, Chione.
*looks hurt and shoulders slump, shuffling off*
Oh Adrasdos. You silly girl, you should know I meant strange in a good way.
I wasn't alive. I was born early 1800's actually i think 1801 if I remember...
To be perfectly honest, most of human history is overrated. I suppose I enjoyed the 2nd Punic war, but only because it was such an interesting time.
*shrugs his words off and eats some gummy worms*
I haven't lived that long I'm over 200 yes but...
I appear to be very distant... Sorry...
#ChaseForBook9
*nods to Fabi*
It's perfectly fine, Fabienne.
Okay Sir is Ari! She disappeared and you came on. *sighs and walks away*
... What?
*calmly sits by a large piece of water and goes fishing*
You do realize that Aretha and I have conversed many times, correct...?
Niccolò has too so has Alastair
... And now I am not sure I am completely following you, now.
*points to what Sir said*
*cautiously walks behind him and throws a lasso over his fin*
Step I: \|\||///|/|\\|\/\|\\//\|\/|\||\|/|/\//||\|.
#ChaseForBook9
Its so ironic that Ari vanishes right when you come on eh? You talk formal like Niccolò
?
*steals his moustache*
Ah so you did change your name back, fabi.
Zafira... That isn't irony. Also, I have spoken as I do now for many years on Blogland, now.
Greetings, Eve.
Greetings, Sir!
Right. It is....odd.
The general public spoke to Fabienne, anyway, so there isn't the slightest difference. The fact that you drew attention to it, however, gave me an irritating urge to revert to Adamantha.
...
Talk all formal? Huh? XD
#ChaseForBook9
Coincidences happen quite often, Zafira. You know that I would never knowingly utter a lie of any sort.
*looks at the moustache*
*buries it under the grounding a tin box somewhere*
*whispers softly from the shadows* I could be anyone...
#ChaseForBook9
Hi Eve!
#ChaseForBook9
*a new moustache appears on him* Adrasdos. This but an exercise in futility.
*screams bloody murder and smacks into a tree* ARETHA TESLA THATS NOT FUNNY
*sighs* Oh blast and confound it all. I hope you want not for an explanation. I have already give one so many bally times...
GUYS
WHAT DOES LÚTHCHLEASAÍOCHT MEAN
DAMN
I'M MEANT TO KNOW THIS FOR MY IRISH EXAM ON MONDAY AND I FORGOT MY COPY
DAMMIT VNKNVELWNVJEC VJIEP VFEQJVREJ
#ChaseForBook9
((Zafira and Sir: While I am observing your conversation with interest and a spark of curiosity, I feel I will discover more from watching than participating. I do not mean to ignore either of you in any way, shape or form.))
[Tilts head at Ari]
Well, that's dramatic.
#ChaseForBook9
I DON'T KNOW, SORRY MARA.
#ChaseForBook9
*crawls over to sir*
IT'S OKAY FABI *hugs*
*thinks*
ghideodyaibvqeipvdehqipvdbeui
Wait
...
Athletics
OMG IT'S ATHLETICS THANK THE LORD
#ChaseForBook9
Please, Adrasdos, you can walk. There is no need to crawl in such a manner.
Hey guys!
#chaseforbook9
I take Spanish not Irish I haven't the slightest idea how to pronounce that Mara
Greetings, Melica.
*raises an empty bowl*
*holds up a paper: Please Sir, can I have some more?*
*winks because REFERENCES*
MEL
[tackles]
#ChaseForBook9
Hi sir :)
FABI! *is tackled*
#chaseforbook9
*waves to Melica*
*goes back to sitting by lake*
Alexis: Momma where's Niccolò?
Not sure Alexis. Probably not here or he's doing whatever he does in his alone time.
Hey adra :) *waves*
... Adrasdos. I...
It is times like these that I am of two minds about humanity. On one hand, I understand that you merely jest and reference a form of media you enjoy, but... Well, each day there are many in the circumstances you jokingly place yourself in. And, having known plenty of those, I can hardly bring myself to summon a chuckle at your jest.
Hi Mel, you dont know me.
Humbug, ETHICS.
Zaf - Well, a fada (the little line over a vowel) makes the vowel sound different, like...
Á - aww
Í - ee
É - ay
Ó - oh
Ú - ooh
I think. Nine years of Irish and idk *facepalm*
It's pronounced Looth-class-e-ocht anyway :P
Diana is a beautiful song js
#ChaseForBook9
MEL
*tacklehugs*
#ChaseForBook9
Hey Mel
Hi chione! nice to meet you im mel :)
*raises up another piece of paper*
*it was from Oliver Twist- and the play on words with "sir" and then your name*
*gets up, brushing herself up and walks away*
*sighs* Adrasdos. I understood the reference. That was not what bothered me. Yet let us drop this topic, for the peace must be preserved, fragile as it may be.
Hey zaf! Long time no see :) *hugs*
MARA! *tacklehugs back*
Yup there's a reason I'm American xD when Derek uses Irish words I have to ask Em or NJ how to say it I think I can say athletics in Irish now
*mumbles* Sorry... *fixes her symbol again*
Lúthchleasaíocht *nods*
Gleasaíocht is gymnastics, I think... *frowns*
Ugh I have to learn all the acting words -.-
Scannán is film, and aisteoir is actor...
Ugh effort
MELLLLL HOW ARE YOU
#ChaseForBook9
Adrasdos, it was NOT YOUR FAULT. You meant nothing by it, and I overreacted. You have my deepest apologies.
...I'm gone.
Au revoir.
#ChaseForBook9
I'm in my 3rd year of Spanish *shrugs* Irish seems easy it isn't as hard as it looks it seems
Hmm
IM GOOOD! HOW ARE YOU?!?
#Chaseforbook9
*holds up her hand, stopping him and giving him a look*
*waves to Fabi*
I dedicate this page to Niccolò. Shush I know you'll roll your eyes but I have a reason. I dedicate to Niccolò picking the right choice no matter how hard it is on him or I I pray he finds the way he knows is best. I also dedicate to NJ because she's special but not in a good way. And to milkshakes being dumped on Derek.
*frowns about the NJ part*
She'd get it. Its what Derek told her.
:/ *sits down next to a tree, pulling hot her notebook*
... Stars, what are you drawing all of the time, Adrasdos?
*sits with Alexis*
Alexis: Momma! I want Coco bear
You put him in your room
Alexis: No! Olivia took him!
*sighs*
*holds up a sketch of the new Sanctuary*
Sorry gtg homework
#ChaseForBook9
*nods hesitantly* Ah. A Sanctuary. Sanctuaries are... Interesting groups. To say the least.
Bye Mara!
*waves to Marsies*
*turns the page and works on sketching a fountain*
*looks up at Sir* ah yes you forget I am the American Grand Mage *shadow-walks*
Erm, no, I never FORGOT, per se. I just haven't always been on the BEST terms with American Sanctuaries, is all. I feel as though it may be the entire "loose eldritch abomination" issue.
Bye mara
What do you mean? Oh wait yeah. *comes back and sits under tree reading*
*rolls her eyes, pulling out her phone, sighing and listening to a voice message*
Downside of being on the Council is reading the Elder's Jounrals meh *sighs*
*calmly puts her phone away, fuming* *continues to scribble*
*nods* I can understand your trouble, Adrasdos. Those mobile death contraptions can irritate me, as well.
*shakes her head, gathering up her things in haste, dashing back to her lab*
*continues reading* Why can I not get over this?
*frowns, and raises a hand after Adrasdos, but lets it drop* I don't know, Zafira.
*lays head against tree* reading is getting boring but bleh I must read this
Perhaps you should listen to music while reading.
I wish I just need to read....*sighs*
*runs to the lab, slashing through the symbol on bed hand with a knife, pulling out her phone and issuing orders*
Hrm. SOMETHING is troubling Adrasdos. I wonder what...
I say leave her to suffer
*bustles around, grabbing weapons and food and water*
*appears next to Adra* What is the matter? Anything I might be able to assist you in?
#ChaseForBook9
*shrugs* so? I would leave her. Theres always simething wring in Delhi
*sighs, and approaches the lab* I swear, if Adrasdos simply uses a portal to go off to wherever she needs to, without consulting ANYONE...
*sighs going down to the lab* Hi Niccolò
*shakes her head* No, it's fine. Listen to Zafira. *opens a portal, pushing the carts through and people begin unloading them*
I think not. Clearly there is some pressing issue to be delt with. I shall simply follow you and step in if I think it appropriate with or without your consent, so you may as well give me some instruction.
Hello, Zafira.
#Chaseforbook9
Well its amazing how much drama happens in Delhi more tere then in a Cradle of Magic...*shrugs*
...you started talking again.
#ChaseForBook9
*frowns as he surveys the scene* Adrasdos, I understand the fact that you are an independent person, and enjoy asserting that independence, but not every task is an Herculean effort, to be preformed on your lonesome.
Niccolò why do you want to help her? When has she helped anyone else? Never. Who am I though...who am I 24601
They were hit with a detrimental blow, Zafira. A majority of their population has been wiped out in no more than a day. Any organization they may have had is in shambles at best. People are afraid and confused. They simply require assistance. Adra is doing everything in her power to help them. She has given herself far more responsibility than a Grand Mage would normally have. And she has done more than enough for all of us as well. I see no reason to allow her people to suffer.
#ChaseForBook9
*rolls her eyes, walking through the portal with people bustling about*
*shouts* RIGHT WHERE IS THAT RAT BAS-
*theres an explosion to the left*
*glares*
She broke the symbol that was keeping her in a form of meditation that did not allow speech. That is why she can talk now, Fabienne.
*follows Adra through the portal*
#ChaseForBook9
I never said the people had to suffer. I wish she would though, maybe die? *shrugs* I'm always willing to help devestated people her country is on the Surpreme Council's side
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