As was recently pointed out to me, "Nerdy Dalek" is an anagram of my name, so I suppose it's only fitting that my birthday should be the day my Doctor Who story comes out on ebook. The Mystery of the Haunted Cottage is a Tenth Doctor adventure and I had unimaginable fun writing it. For those of you who don't read ebooks, fret not- a physical book, containing all eleven stories by eleven writers, will be arriving late next month.
Ah yes, my birthday. I am 39 today. Some people might worry about reaching that age — just one more birthday till 40, after all. But not me. I shall live forever. And I don't mean in a metaphorical sense. I don't mean I'll live forever in the hearts and minds of my readers. I mean I will literally live forever, drawing as I do from your pain and suffering.
Your pain makes me strong.
Today is the day I knuckle down and officially start Book 9. I've been writing bits and pieces of it for the last few weeks — I've got close to 10,000 words done — but today it kicks off properly. October 23rd is, of course, the day Skulduggery died, hundreds of years ago. Once again, I think it's only fitting that I begin his final book on such a date. Poignant, even.
Sniffle.
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((Bye Aretha-
Ta, Rose *hugs*))
((Thanks...))
((Gtg, sorry...))
#ChaseForBook9
((Bye Fabru!)) *cuddles*
*stands there, in the snow*
GUYS WHO HERE SHIPS JAZZY
Jane + Izzy
Aka me plus my insta friend who owns a LM account who is my long lost sister
wait nvm
I'm so sorry I think I'm high
After tho it's just amaziggle and the author followed me on insta and I f r e a k e d and Anna is perf and I love her lots like jelly tots ok
I
Um
I'm sorry
Just ignore me
I think I'm gone
I'm sorry
Adra you need to go inside
((Mara... What just..
What))
I'm fine, Zaf
Hello.
Is there anyone home?
*stands in the snow*
*camera zooms out to reveal her standing alone in a massive Blogland full of snow*
I am all alooooooooooone!
*sighs* Oh my god...
*laughs* Anni
*breaths easy*
Oh, Zafira, thank goodness!
I thought I was all alone and would have to chew my own limbs off in order to survive!
And Adra, too! Oh, glory be! There shall be no cannibalism tonight!
*raises her hands to the Heavens*
Praise the Lord!
Uhm..
I was eating a slice of pizza at dinner, and I dropped it and burned my hand. It still hurts me.
I am now saddened.
But not very saddened, because, you know, pizza.
Ah yes I would assume brb dinner
It's a struggle, Anni
Alright, Zafira
*sits down on a rock, stretching her legs out*
Goodbye, Zafira.
In honor of your dinnertime, I shall sing a very, very, very dramatic song.
*taps old-fashioned 50s microphone*
Alright. Here I go.
*takes deep breath*
This song sounds dramatic
But I'm bad at writing words
If you don't speak English
This probably sounds pretty good.
You'd probably think I'm singing
'Bout some pretty serious stuff
But in reality I'm singing about
The lack of stuff I'm singing 'bout
This part's intense, and emotional!
As long as you don't understand it.
Your foreign grandma would love this song
Please send it to her and she'll probably
Tell her foreign friends about the song
Her grandson or daughter sent her today.
This song might hit the charts in her country
If parts sounded like Cold Play.
If the chorus sounds like Cold Play.
Then I put some la, la, las in there
La la la la la la la la la la la
Cold Play!
Hopefully your foreign grandma
listens to this song everyday
and if she asks you to translate
The lyrics here's what you say:
A perfect translation does not exist,
Well at least, not in your language.
But if you must know, well picture this:
Fifty billion rainbows and the sun is setting
And the moon is setting also and you're there
In a gazebo, and then God descends from heaven
and he gives you a million dollars.
Take that feeling, and put it into a song
I could translate word by word
But that'd take too long.
And I've got stuff to do, Grandma
I don't have time for this
You gotta trust me
You gotta trust me, Grandma
This freakin' song is brilliant.
Toby Turner my man
Adra, dare I say that that was a comment of darkness then redness then whiteness?
Bless your face.
If you sneezed while I was writing this comment, bless you!
BOOP!
Do do, do do do do do do SUB-SCRIBE!
Indeed,
audience
Can I ask you a question?
It's a serious, personal question. I never thought I'd be asking you this, but . . . well . . .
First of all, are you okay with me asking you a question?
...
Yes
Adra . . .
I just have to know . . .
How much wood could a woodchuck chuck . . .
*tear slowly drips down her face*
. . . if a woodchuck could chuck wood?
*stabs herself*
*cackles madly*
I hate you
((Not for real btw!))
As you may or may not be able to tell,
I am a little bit caffeinated.
By a little bit, I mean a lot.
So forgive my odd behavior.
*dances solemnly through Blogland*
*sighs* Grief... *runs and hand through her hair and hobbles after her*
*stops in a snowy forest with a lake in it*
Would you like to skate?
On the lake, I mean.
Or climb a tree?
Or swing on a swing set?
Or play Cluedo?
*pulls out Cluedo board*
Skate, actually
*twirls gracefully across the lake*
Take this as proof, Adra, of the dangers of caffeine.
*slides past Adra*
Sadly, a large amount of caffeine is almost a work requirement for a monster hunter.
*twirls gracefully across the lake*
Take this as proof, Adra, of the dangers of caffeine.
*slides past Adra*
Sadly, a large amount of caffeine is almost a work requirement for a monster hunter.
(Why did that show up twice . . ?)
((That happens :3)).
*laughs, skating backwards*
*slides across the lake*
Wait for it . . . wait for it . . .
*launches into a frontflip*
*pulls it off*
*continues sliding, but backwards*
Ah-HA!
*laughs*
You know, it still amazes me that people like us . . . sorcerers, you know . . . can still have a good time, even with the simplest things.
You'd think after all these years, there'd be nothing left.
*spins gracefully on one foot*
As people progress, so do ideas, apparently... *skates idlely* *sits to the side then*
Omg I feel smart I'm the only one in English who knows the names of the Greek gods and godesses and what they stand for and like a few times they appear and I'm like Ares god of war Aphrodite: godess of love Artemis godess of the hunt
And like I'm sitting here and finally I'm asked how I knkw this and I'm like: Read the Percy Jackson series a few times you know the names because often they'll mention the kids godly parent so you kinda learn as you go who is what. I knew more then kids in my class and in history we're doing the Greeks soon I am gonna own that chapter
((That's basically how I Aced Latin though. Except I have many books that includes the minor gods as well, not just the thirteen))
*continues playing on the lake*
Ah! Hello, Zafira! Did you like the song I sang in honor of your dinnertime?
*slips*
*falls awkwardly on her bum*
*laughs happily*
(I actually learned Latin last year . . . I'm by no means fluent, but I can get by . . .)
((Yeah but see we can only focus on the big things: because we just have so much to cover in 180 days of class sothe unit is getting cut in History but in English I knew exacrly who Tantalus was like how I did it was I thought back to the book he was in and I was like oh yeah he replaced Chiron and could never eat as it was his punishment! And I came up with what his punishment was so it's fun for me now the Romans obviously the Heros of Olympus is helping there))
((It's the best)) *pulls her jacket closer*
*watches Olivia play*
*sits on the ice*
*looks down at it*
*sees little pink fish below the surface*
. . . I was never one for fishing.
*taps the ice*
*the fish scatter*
. . .
*flops onto her back*
*remembers her nightmare*
*tries to think about something else*
Yeah..
*pulls her van out of her pocket*
*it is a black tennis ball covered in symbols*
*begins tossing it up in the air and catching it*
Do you ever wish you were one of the Mortals?
...there are times, yes. However, had I not lived this long, many people would be dead
Funny how that works, innit?
I suppose it's true for me, too.
But had I not lived this long, many people would still be alive, and many poodles would not have been microwaved.
*tossed ball in the air*
*catches it*
Sometimes, I don't think it's worth it.
I don't regret my life I guess I'm a mage for a reason to be honest
Ah, well that's because you believe that you aren't in control of your fate, Zaf *smiles* Which is fine, of course
Anni- I don't think there is anything we can do to be normal, no matter how much we may or may not want it
Oh, to live a life without regret! Such a thing is far beyond my reach.
*tosses ball*
*catches it*
My life . . . what I can remember of it . . . seems to be nothing but a string of regret and bad decisions, held together with wishes and string.
In a way I guess I was born a mage for a reason, I mean lets face it I'm Scarab's daughter whether I like it or not I have no freakin knowledge of him other than I'd be related to Sanguine but hey, I went into the Temple at a young age and most mages dislike Necromancers yet I came out after my Surge and I wanted to fight. I went and fought yes Justaria took over and for a time I wasn't good but I try everyday to make up by being who I am. I wanted to be an Elder and I was given the oppurtunity and then to be given the chance to be Grand Mage? I took it. I try my hardest because my country deserves that. I never told anyone who works with me I know my true name, some do know. Some don't. I know it and I try to live with Justaria.
I gtg to choir bye
Sanguine?
Yes, I know Sanguine. He stole a pair of sunglasses that I once loved, but hey, I can always buy a new pair of Ray-Bans.
I never knew my dad. He died before I was born, so, really, I suppose I've been spending my life looking for someone to take his place.
Thought it would be Nefarian for a long time. Then he died, and . . . and well . . .
*swallows*
I miss Nefarian a good deal, you know.
. . .
I love Anton, I suppose, in a way. But he never looked at me as a daughter. Only as another paying customer.
. . .
I'd like to be more like them. Nefarian and Anton, I mean.
I'd like to be more like them.
Uh...
Right
Imagine me backing away
((Bye Zaf))
*laughs drily*
Don't worry, Adra. Nefarian was a killer, to be sure, but when he wasn't killing folk, he was the nicest friend I could ever have asked for. He did everything together, for a while. Except prank-call a pet shop.
*sigh*
We never prank-called a pet shop . . .
...Indeed. Well, excuse my lack of sympathy- I could never stand the man
. . . I understood him a little too well.
*frowns*
That concerns me, a little.
*shrugs* Perhaps you have just spent too much time with Oscar.
Hmm.
Perhaps so.
*sighs wistfully as if recalling something pleasant*
...Right
*tosses ball into the air*
*catches it again*
Dammit, now I'm thinking about Nefarian, Anton, and Oscar.
My poor nerves can't take it.
*laughs*
Of course. *half-smiles*
*lies on her back, on the ice, in the lake*
*stares at the sky*
Hm.
Isn't that a bit cold? What if you thaw the ice and fall through?
Then I shall have a swim and catch some pink fish!
*laughs*
And we shall cook them over a fire and have a toast to days gone by!
*waves her hand towards the sky in a grand sort of way*
Ah, to days gone by!
...
If you fell through, you'd most surely die..
And I'm a vegetarian
Harrumph. If God didn't want us to eat animals, he wouldn't have made them out of meat.
*slides on her bum to the snow on the edge of the lake*
*sculpts a snow futon*
*lounges upon it*
I agree, this IS safer.
And more comfortable.
Might I ask you a question, Precocious?
#ChaseForBook9
Of course.
And I don't do it for the animals- that's ridiculous- but I grew up that was and have lived the vegetarian life for 400 plus years. I'm not just going to stop
My goodness! I didn't see you there, Niccolo!
But hello, I'm glad to see you. And you may, of course, ask me anything you wish.
Hello, Adra. My apologies- I honestly did not notice you there...
#ChaseForBook9
*Waves* My toes gave away my position... Damn... *Frowns*
Hi- no worries!
Ah! Good day, Death Rose!
How is the fine Doctor?
Well enough, save for a few sleepless nights.
How is it, if you feel as much regret as you say- which I believe you do- that after all this time, you still find reasons to live? Is it, perhaps, that you and Oscar gave purpose to each others' lives? It would explain why he has become so reckless and bent on revenge... But do you think that's it?
Hello, Death.
#ChaseForBook9
*whistles* Man, it just got deep
*laughs weakly*
Ah ha ha ha! Oh Niccolo, you don't beat around the bush, do you . . . Ha!
*laughter weakly trails away*
. . . But now that someone, someone I trust, voices it, perhaps you're right. Perhaps he is my reason for continuing on . . .
*laughs loudly*
Ha! Aha ha ha! Aha aha aha ha ha!
Another regret, then, if that is true! I wonder what we might have accomplished with our lives if we had never met. If we had turned our attentions to more worth-while things, like saving people's lives!
Mr Tod says hi
...hello to him?
(. . . Mrs. Lovett says hi back . . ?)
Hi Niccolo, Adra.
*laughs* We talked of Sweeney Todd in English today. Ah. *sighs* Shakespeare.
*waves to Rose*
(I love that you just implied Shakespeare wrote Sweeny Todd . . .)
Someone you trust? If you were referring to me... Only understand that I am hardly ever a trustworthy person, least of all right now.
...I feel as though I've attempted to lean on Aretha the way you and Oscar lean on each other, yet she is stronger than I and stands perfectly well on her own, so rather than both of us balancing each other out I can only drag her down.
I think, perhaps, that I ought to leave, because while I'll admit to occasionally acting as a potentially useful ally, I spend most of my time either hiding in the shadows or burdening others. I don't enjoy it, and neither does anyone else. *sighs* If she would let me...
#ChaseForBook9
*Snickers*))
No, but he wrote a story which basically has the same meaning. Woman gets fed people-soup. Yay
Leave? *frowns* But we like you- you're our friend
And no, we don't give a damn that you think you're worthless of whatever. Because friends don't give up on the people they love, and we thing you're an idiot for thinking so low of yourself
To be clear
((I may suddenly disappear. When I do, I will likely return within twenty minutes.))
#ChaseForBook9
The older we get, the more regrets weight down on us, and therefore the more we need to stand.
Some people stand tall.
Some people can barely crawl.
But don't you think that the thing old folks like us need most is exactly the thing we shrink from?
Someone to lean on.
*hums "Lean on Me"*
Oh, Niccolo... *Hugs him and pats his back* You don't burden us, deary. Hiding in the shadows.... I don't know about that one. *Takes his hand and drags him forward* Step out into the light? It's scary at first, but you'll love it. *Tosses over a pair of sunnies* C'mon. Get a tan.
(That's alright, Niccolo. I don't know how long I'll be on, but probably around an hour, if people stay around . . .)
(Okay, Niccolo. I'm at school in class and stuff...))
You know, my uncle taught me that that dark is evil light is good distinction is silly. He explained it to me like this: Darkness is safety. It wraps us in its arms and promises to hide and protect us from our demons. Light is power. It fills us with courage and compassion and will to carry on.
The darkness hides us from our monsters. The light gives us the strength to fight them.
Well, it appears I have a free few hours. How are you, Blogland?
*slowly gets to her feet, attempting to stretch her legs* *finds it extremely relevant how she can't even stand without her cane*
If only you were there when the demons attacked, Annika
Hello, Sir.
Hello, Sir!
*smiles hopefully*
I'm so glad you could come.
We've been discussing things here, by the lake.
(Why is that, Adra?)
Ah. Well, I do quite enjoy a good discussion.
I hope that I am not intruding too much by partaking in it?
No, Sir, you are never a bother.
Good... *Checks time* Evening, Sir. How are you? Fairing well? I, myself, am. Slowly getting over that pesky cold. That sleep (which you forced me to take) has definitely helped! Thank you.
I'm glad you're feeling better, then, Rose. I agree, a good night of sleep can be very beneficial. Sadly, sleep is hard to come by for me.
Well, thank you for the compliment, Doctor.
Ms. Rose, I do suppose I feel well. I admit that I am overjoyed at your current recovery, and fervently hope that you continue upon your route back to full health.
*Hugs Precocious* Oh dear. *Hugs tighter* It will end soon, darling. The terrible things cannot last forever.
Of course not.
Because, well, the baddie we fought, was something called Chaos. All of your talk of darkness and light reminded me that- despite it being poetic- just...
Chaos is a being that creates and distributes "darkness" and "evil" throughout, well- everywhere. But he, himself wasn't. Or she. Or a mix.
What I mean to say is that darkness doesn't necessarily mean evil.
*takes Rose's hug like a man*
*even though she's a woman*
. . . Thank you.
I agree. As I've said, darkness does not mean evil. Darkness is safety, light is power.
Or so my uncle said.
*reclines in her snow chair*
I quite like-
*pauses*
how does one recline in a snow chair?
*Laughs and pats Sir's head* Cheers!
No problem, my dear Doctor.
The snow gives way a little when you lean back, you see.
Has Niccolo gone?
Well, I wish him well.
Snow is a wonderfully easy-to-manipulate material.
I agree, Sir. Even for those who aren't elementals, it can be marvelous for building things.
The trick is... Um... unreclining?
(msd...))
When unreclining, you simply scoop some more snow behind you!
Honestly, Adra!
*gives her an exaggerated disapproving glare*
Ms. Adrasdos, the problem you highlight can be quite easily solved with the application of more snow.
Took the words right out of my mouth, Sir.
Alright, Rose.
*glares back at Anni* Don't make fun of me.
*smiles amiably at Adra*
I meant no offense.
Indeed, but...
*Frowns*
Wait, for just a moment now. Stars, what was this Chaos you simply mentioned so nonchalantly?
*glares*
Eh, Chaos? *shrugs* He created darkness. What more is there?
Hrm. Things are seldom as simple as that, but I have heard more outlandish tales, I suppose.
I know nothing of such things . . .
*plays with a lump of snow*
I've had little to do with chaos. Most of the woes of my lives have been intricately and meticulously planned.
It is not simply a matter of my feeling as though I have no right to exist, although I'll admit to feeling that way. I've accepted that I lived for a while, done horrid things to the world, and now I've stopped. I've lived my life, and now it's over. There is nothing more for me to do. There are other names, you know, that are more deserving of some degree of control over their lives. There are some that still have reasons to live. If Aretha was not putting in her best effort to prevent me, I would have already faded, like Celine did. I've just... Finished.
In regards to darkness, Aretha would say that it allows the demons to become more real and imposing than ever in the light, yet at the same time because they are more real, it gives her more of an opportunity to resist them. That is simply her personal experience, however.
#ChaseForBook9
*to Annika* Oh darling, you really should have been there
((in all truth, I kinda nailed that plot. *nods* It was awesome))
Yes, there always are, Sir... *begins to walk around rather slowly, stretching her muscles*
Ah, there you are, Niccolo.
An interesting theory of the darkness, but I wonder what that means for the light. Perhaps one feels bolder and braver, and thus the demons must resort to subtler methods to harm you?
Ahem, well there are always more things to live for. You're just too lazy to seek them out
((I would agree, Adra. It was rather excellently executed.))
I suppose I really ought to thank you all for your encouragement, however. I am honestly grateful for it.
#ChaseForBook9
*looks at Adra*
*sighs wistfully*
I wish I had muscles to stretch.
*looks at her arms and legs*
I'm a bit of a gangly scrap, really. It's amazing I lasted as a monster hunter. I suppose it's because I can run really fast.
Important for a monster hunter, you know.
(I know there are many, many adventures in Blogland that I've missed, but I prefer not to go back in the comments to revisit them because I'll just feel sad that I wasn't part of them . . .)
You are most probably very right indeed, Adra. But many of my other names are not.
#ChaseForBook9
Doctor, you still have muscles, technically. I may not be an expert on the human body, but without muscles, I doubt you would be able to move.
((That is perfectly reasonable, Annika. I do hope you do not feel pressured to read them all- I'm afraid it would take you an obscenely long amount of time.))
#ChaseForBook9
*chuckles*
I will choose to take that anatomically correct statement as a compliment, I suppose. I should have specified 'muscles developed enough to be noticed by people or flexed when I want attention.'
Though I suppose I don't generally want attention, so maybe that would be a bad thing after all.
Yeah, well screw them.
Maybe
I'm not sure what I'm talking about- sorry. *frowns*
Ah, and as for my muscles- I'm only attempted to get them to stop being so sore. *pauses* It isn't working that much. Actually, it's making it hurt more. I don't know what I'm doing.
((Thanks!
And of course Annika, I understand. I'm like that with the MC))
Honestly, there is much left unsaid about not being noticed.
Though I suppose that is the point of not being noticed.
(I agree. I feel, however, that if someone with no social life and an obscenely large amount of time on their hands were to go through them, they could write a long and epic book series detailing the adventures, or at least an encyclopedia of Blogland.)
((Aretha attempted to do something of the sort for a time- the result was A Nameless Attempt to Restore Some Order. It came to a halt rather quickly, however, because of her demanding schedule. She used to update The Current Moment- a post detailing each of the characters' current location and activity, as well as the prevailing plot, every several minutes. Needless to say, it became exhausting, and she was unable to sustain it.))
#ChaseForBook9
Deep thoughts, you guys. *sips tea* *winces* *curses*
(In order to pull off a project of that magnitude, we would probably have to hire a full-time professional ghost writer to do nothing but research old comment threads, make sense of the plot, and turn it into an awesome and comprehensible book series. A series that would have to be change slightly, so it wasn't infringing on Skulduggery Pleasant copyright.)
I've just- *winces* Oh. *vanishes*
#ChaseForBook9
I am 512, Adra. If anyone has earned the right to deep thoughts, it is I.
Oh my, I do hope Niccolo is alright.
Hmm. Howabout that.
And I find that one loses the amount of maturity they can possibly accumulate at... Oh, 130. By then, you've lived through everything, so...
Indeed.
That man stretches himself far too thin. I know not what it is called here, but having a Mirror of you gallivanting about is good for no parties involved.
*half-shrugs* I should assume not.
Hey
Watch this.
*throws a snowball at Sir's back*
*nods*
I don't know why he does things.. If it's because he, well, okay-
just saying, here
Love isn't putting others before yourself
Putting that out there
After 512 years, if you take things too seriously, you'll lose your mind.
*to prove her point, she does a gracefully twirl across the lake*
I've tried Mirrors before, but was too unnerved by the sight of another me running about. Only used it two or three times.
Adra, don't through snowballs at Sir, it's not polite.
At least a... Mirror. No, that sounds wrong...
Well, a THING, is better than just a normal reflec-
*the snowball hits his back*
.....
*spins to a graceful halt*
*scoops up some snow*
I can play too!
*throws it at Adra*
*laughs at Sir*
*gets hit*
ANNIKA
*spins across the lake*
Ah-HA!
*skids to a halt*
*laughs*
Sorry, sorry, sorry. Got a bit carried away just there.
... *carefully hobbles up behind Sir with a snowball, using her slowness to her advantage*
Sir!
Heads up!
*slowly turns, and glances impassively at Ms. Adrasdos*
I would recommend not doing that.
*glares at Annika*
*gives him a look*
*slowly raises the snowball*
*sighs*
Very well, I did warn you.
*a very muted screech can be heard, and a large amount of snow seems to fall through the ground*
Do you wish to continue?
*slips and falls on her bum*
*because she is laughing so hard*
S-sorry . . . I really sh-shouldn't laugh . . .
*jumps*
What.
Is.
That
*stands up on wobbly legs*
*begins slipping and sliding towards Adra and Sir*
That's a pretty neat trick . . .
...
What is what?
*starts slightly*
Ah! You must mean the torturous screeching of the planes as I force them to arrange in a way that best suits my current needs.
Which happen to be preventing you from dumping snow upon my person.
That is fantastic and also very frightening.
*smiles encouragingly at Sir*
Don't ever stop!
*glares at him*
*still has her snowball*
*throws it*
*pulls out her van*
*it's a black stapler covered with symbols*
*taps a symbol*
*stapler flattens into a black silk scarf*
*wraps it around her neck*
Ah, that's better.
*sighs, and ignores the much larger screaming as a gateway opens mid-air above Ms. Adrasdos, depositing around 45 kilograms of snow upon her*
*is still hit by the snowball*
Blast.
*laughs*
*feels guilty for laughing*
*but not much*
*stands aside, choosing not to get caught in the crossfire*
*screeches, falling down*
Ow
Ms. Adrasdos, you actively chose to throw two snowballs at my person. I had no choice but to engage in defensive action.
*tiptoes in through the trees, but is pretty noticeable because of glowing blue eyes (zydrate blue, if you've seen Repo!)* *throws a snowball at Adra, then teleports behind Precocious and throws one at her* *laughs with a light, airy voice*
#ChaseForBook9
*growls from the ground*
I'M DOWN.
DO YOU NOT SEE ME
I
AM
DOWN
*gets hit in the back of the head by a snowball*
*lands on her face*
Ow!
*leaps to her feet*
*grabs snow*
*pirouettes on the ice*
*hurls a snowball at Arisbel's face*
Ah-HA!
*lays under the snow* *gasps a bit, trying to push herself up*
you're kidding me
*glares at her hands*
You
Are
KIDDING
ME.
*lays there, immobile*
(I have not seen Repo, but I know of it, and enough about it to know I would not enjoy it.)
... Ms. Adrasdos, do you wish for my assistance in getting up?
*glares at the ground*
NO!
I'm good
*worms from side to side*
*holds both hands out and catches the snowball before it hits her with the air, suspending it between her hands without actually touching it* *laughs and tosses it back* *runs fingers through hair, and it changes from short and black to shoulder-length and light red*
#ChaseForBook9
......
Are you entirely sure?
*is hit in the face again*
*falls again*
Ow! Sir! Help me! I am suffering snowball abuse!
No, I'm not. But go help Annika. She is in peril.
I am in peril!
*flops weakly*
*laughs lightly again and walks over to Precocious, offering her a hand up* *doesn't say a word, but Precocious hears "I'm Arisbel. It is lovely to meet you."*
#ChaseForBook9
*flops weakly as well*
Er, very well.
*another muted screech, and a large amount of snow disappears from the ground around the Doctor*
Now then...
*a glowing ring appears above the Doctor, and she is promptly surrounded by a several-meter high, wide, and thick wall of snow*
That should do for defense.
*puts her face in the snow*
*gasps in shock*
Snow! Snow everywhere! Ah-HA! It's like an igloo!
No
*muffled*
Ird lak te beajhd atjk zot daign
Thank you, Sir!
*stands up*
*peeks over the top of her snow fort*
Ah-HA!
I am defended!
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