I should have announced this yesterday, to be honest, but I was in Swindon, in England, doing writerly things like chatting to 600 people, signing all their books, and then travelling on to the WH Smith head office and signing 500 copies of LSODM, so you'll forgive me if I was a tad... distracted.
But, without further ado, to those who have not yet heard, the title of the short story collection out next summer is...
Armageddon-Outta-Here.
Bwahahahahahahahahahaha!
I swear to god, I never thought Harper Collins would agree to this. My first instinct was to call it Tales of the Dead Men, but that wouldn't have been accurate because there'd probably only be one or two stories featuring the Dead Men — not enough to warrant a title.
Harper came back with The World of Skulduggery Pleasant, which is, let's face it, a title far too boring to exist.
I suggested Armageddon-Outta-Here as a joke, expecting everyone to dismiss it. But the more I thought about it, the more I said it in my head, the more I loved it. And suddenly I became determined to be the writer who has a book with THAT title.
Amusingly, Harper Collins agreed. And I couldn't be happier.
And if that wasn't awesome enough, we should actually have a cover reveal early next month for you to gawp at. Could I BE any nicer to you?
No. The answer is no.
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Ahahahahahhaaha,sorry normal peeps
HAPPY ALMOST BIRTHDAU LUUUCIEE
Frostgiants <3
Oh? I don't believe I was in that part of the world at that time. What happened?
http://marketing.harpercollins.co.uk/Contents/Title/Pages/default.aspx?objId=84691
Tms cover
Why is it out?
Alright.
*narrows eyes.
. . . SIR.
That darling Doctor Precocious that everyone knows and loves burned down my family home just after she got her Serge. My parents died, as did my sisters.
What happened then?
*counts off on his shaking hands*
She crumbled my criminal empire in the 20's . . .
She ended the reign of the queen, MY queen, Elizabeth the First, leaving me left to be hunted down by the new monarch's men . . .
She tortured me to near insanity and left me locked in an asylum for twelve years in the 1700's, returning to sanity violently and with a raging case of OCD . . .
*almost trembling with anger now*
My friends, the Carrows, a lovely couple who never did a thing to hurt anybody, were found dead. Murdered. By Doctor Precocious.
And I
have
done
NOTHING
but try and end her life.
I have never killed a friend of hers,
nor have I killed a family member,
nor have I targeted her by use of anything or anyone she loves.
Did I put her in a wheelchair?
SURE!
And she wouldn't been out in WEEKS if she'd had a decent cleric unlike that goddamn Hershel Coin!
I have done NOTHING to deserve what she has put me through!
NOTHING!
*breathing heavily*
*trying and failing to calm himself*
*Surge
((Awh Osmosis bby))
Well, when I came back from being gone for two years, there were tonnes of people for whom the last Thames frost fair was still within living memory for, so when we had to travel back through time so we wouldn't get eaten by giant termites, I remembered their nostalgic talking of it, and took us there. We had a simply fabulous day.
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I am sick :'(
*shrugs*
Again, none of those strike me as particularly depraved acts.
Besides, you have a phrase for such things...
'All's fair in love and war', correct?
Sounds wonderful...
I heard a lot about those fairs, actually. They sounded wonderful. I believe at the time, I was in Japan... Hmm.
What's wrong, Nev?
((Sent... If you didn't get it, but wanted to, it's because I didn't see your comment because I was baking a cake))
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The elephant...
So yes, lovely. How is New Delhi?
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*A figure walks up to the frozen water. Dressed in black, wearing a black pendant with two swords strapped to her back and a gun holstered to her hip.
She stands with her hands on her hips, watching Adra and Trip skating*
I feel tired but I cant sleep
Anyway....LETS PARTY
*disco ball comes out and Skulduggery comes out wearing a bikini*
#sorrynotsorry
You . . .
*trying very hard to stop his voice from shaking*
You . . . make me SICK . . .
And . . . and so does EVERYTHING ELSE.
Can you imagine what it's like, living in perpetual fear of EVERYTHING?
It's STUPID and WRONG and IRRATIONAL and RIDICULOUS and it's ALL HER FAULT.
I'm afraid of subways. I'm afraid of trees and leaves and dirt and door handles and public bathrooms and park benches and roadside diners and clear plastic binder sheeting and everything, EVERYTHING!
And I have had to live like that, being afraid of everything, washing my hands 200 times a day, being very, very careful not to touch anything or . . . or anyone.
It is MISERY. It is HELL.
And SHE caused it. She MADE me like this.
And it is all
her
fault.
Well at least he's not wearing a thong...
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*eats popcorn and watches fight go down*
Quite alright, actually... *carefully does a second circle*
The re-build is going well. Surprisingly, we're about half-way done. but the divisions are assembling, and people and things are being taken care of.
Everyone's kind of become a family. Since so many were lost- especially the children. Everyone sort of adopted them...
OHMYFACELESSONES TRIP
My AUTOCORRECT made HOBBITTHONG thing HOBBIt thong and Skulduggery SLUTDUGGERY
Why
Awwwwww sad
HAPPY BIRTHDAAY LUUCIIIEE
((Hey there stranger))
((Correction: HOBBIT thong))
*pats his shoulder*
And now you know why I am only her ally.
LololOp it was fun
I know what that's like...
Did I ever tell you about how I was a father for a while?
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*is sort of getting the hang of it*
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*carefully lets go, turning so she's skating next to him*
No, actually..
*rubs his temple*
*a headache has started*
*wipes down the swing with towelette*
*and sits down*
*looks at the scrap of white cloth in his hand*
*and hurls it away from him*
*before furiously rubbing his temples*
*the headache is worse*
. . . I . . .
. . . am so tired.
Am I the only one who thinkg Gordon and China were in luuuurrve
Stranger: Hey! I'm looking for either a *looks at a scrap of paper*
Drew O'Connor, Leo Mines or Lorcan Horowitz.
Well, so is the good Doctor, Mr. Neurotic. Have you given thought to a vacation?
One that is more than one day long, that is.
(Gordon was in love with every pretty woman in the country, though . . .)
*calls back* Sorry, mate! No idea! *glances back to Trip*
Lot's of fun tales there.
I wasn't really her father, more a friend who looked after her until she was sixteen.
Then she went off travelling with Hypsin's lad. Very close those two. It's sweet. She's the only other emotional alchemist on the planet.
Haven't seen her in a few months though.
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But I seriously think he had it bad for her.
((Cake is in the oven, and kitchen has been cleaned!))
((So I'm actually here for a while.))
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Not seen 'em! Maybe check some caves? They seem to be hanging out in them a lot!
Why are you looking for them?
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*smiles* Well that was very kind of you. I'm sure she appreciates it.
You're worried?
No idea
*chuckles*
As if. I don't have the time. The League is running day and night, and I've got to be there overseeing every damn thing. I shouldn't even be taking one day off, let alone more. No, the stakes are too big for me to abandon my job now.
*sighs*
I wish, though. I wish.
((Fabi can u make me a cake)
(Everyone's got it bad for China.)
The, ah, stakes, Mr. Neurotic?
*the stranger tuts before answering*
Stranger: O'Connor and Horowitz are under arrest for breaking the Class rule and Mines is a victim and witness for O'Connor's sentencing.
Ms. Sorrows' beauty is highly overrated, I feel.
No,but there is some references he made. I wont know. I sort of ship it. I think maybe since he was an author he got ARCS and gave them to China,and they slowly fell in love(that's one Headcanon).
But I don't know,I just suuiuuper ship it
*murmurs* No idea what that is
Yeah, we've got to-
*stops*
*gives Sir a sidelong look*
*and smiles*
No offense, but I'd think I'd better keep that sort of thing confidential.
(It'll take more than that to make him talk, I'm afraid. The only way he'd be likely to divulge that sort of thing would be if he weren't in his right mind . . .)
(([Disappears] [Reappears a bajillion hours later with a cake for Adra that's divided down the middle with frosting. The left half is decorated with a purple-haired person holding a banana and looking suspicious, and the right half has a picture of Adea]))
((The pictures are made of chocolate covered sunflower seeds. The multicolored kind))
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(Ah, well, neither Oscar nor Precocious have met China, so I don't know how they'd react.)
I agree. That's her power,that's how she kills you. Her beauty spellbinds you and you don't even feel that knife in your back
( OH MY GOD FABI I'M SOBBING THANK YOU)
Uhm can you go? Whoever you want isn't here
*half smiles*
I'm sure she's fine. She's handled all sorts of stuff, and those two make a killer combination, but you can't help it.
She's travelling the world! She doesn't have time to call me all the time! And anyway, |I always made it very clear I wasn't her father, just her friend.
Couldn't stop the father daughter bonding though. When you raise someone from five, it's hard not to worry. *falls over*
Sorry, I stopped thinking, and got a hurt behind for it.
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( NOBODY EVER LOOKS BEHIND THE CACTUS!)
The what rule? *gets up using energy as a support frame*
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*sighs* oh honey... *offers him a hand* Perhaps you call her, then?
Ah... *pulls her hand away*
(Nobody EVER looks behind the cactus.)
( an now i go)
STORMTROOPER!!
SNOW STORMTROOPER IS UR NEWNAME
AAWWW BAAAIII
*takes her hand anyway*
Maybe I will...
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Stranger: Uh no I can't go necromancer because I know that I'm being lied to.
The Class rule. 'No dae or being or magic must hurt, endanger or kill any innocent whether they are good or evil. Any dae or being found to do so is brought for sentencing and then death'
(It's so tricky to tell you apart now that you've acquired the same profile picture.)
Bye Stromtrooper.
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( NOBODY...)
((Well, Ms. Barnosky, either that, or if he was strapped to a chair and asked for several hours.))
*inclines his head*
Understandable, Mr. Neurotic. I assume you shall unveil your diabolical plan later on, with plenty of fanfare, maniacal laughter, et cetera.
((Wbd sorry have a fucking paragraph to write))
Ah..
Well in that case, haven't seen them for weeks. Last I saw of Drew, though... What was it, Costa Rica? Yeah... Costa Rica.
*squeezes his hand* She'll be fine.
*smiles*
What kind of supervillain would I be if I didn't?
. . .
. . . a competent one, probably.
*laughs*
Sorry. That's a bit of a joke we have around the office.
Stop stealing my names Trip. Trip,are you a door?Because you have no imagination.
I would love to lie to you random person who just came from the woods talking about laws that apply to a species a didn't even know was still in existence until a few months ago, but to do so I would have had to have seen one of them for the past week!
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*hits across face* Get. Out. As a Grand Mage o the Surpreme Council I demand you leave
((Shots fired))
*smiles*
Yeah.
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Drinking ice coffee at 7:20
But you officially named her that... I was just doing what the officials said.
Zaf! What did we say about hitting people?
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...
Quite.
*glances down at the ice and squeaks, jumping over a broken section*
ehehe...
I was joking Trip. You seem epicaltastic.
*sighs*
*stands up*
*stretches*
Well, I hope you don't take offense, but this is, after all, my one day off, and I hope not to waste it on an abandoned swing set.
I am going to go into town, and maybe get some waffles.
*walks off in the direction of town*
Also, as previously stated the supreme council holds no power here there is no centralised government this is international territiory, yadayadayada, your titles mean nothing.
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Trip, darling, don't be too terribly harsh.
*The stranger grins at the impact of the slap*
Stranger: I ain't leaving until I bring one of them or all of them in. And I know you *points at Adra* are lying to me.
*Leo hobbles from Emerald's house on his crutch*
Leo: The other two didn't kill any innocents. I did.
Sorry.
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You're a warlock. Surely the rule doesn't apply to you?
And what is an 'innocent'?
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Oh damn he saw through my plot. Damn.
*nudges Trip* s'okay
*shrugs, and watches Mr. Neurotic walk off*
Oh yeah, and my first nameless chapter is up. I'm going to improve it, don't worry.
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MY BEAUTIFUL FACE IS CONFUZZLED
AHAHA I LOVE MY PIC
We sre not
Have a nice,fresh,hot cup of feels.
"Me And Mrs. Jones"
Me and Mrs Jones, we got a thing going on We both know that it's wrong But it's much too strong to let it go now
We meet ev'ry day at the same cafe Six-thirty I know she'll be there Holding hands, making all kinds of plans While the jukebox plays our favorite song
Me and Mrs, Mrs Jones, Mrs Jones, Mrs Jones We got a thing going on We both know that it's wrong But it's much too strong to let it go now
We gotta be extra careful That we don't build our hopes too high Cause she's got her own obligations and so do I Me, me and Mrs, Mrs Jones, Mrs Jones, Mrs Jones
Well, it's time for us to be leaving And it hurts so much, it hurts so much inside And now she'll go her way, I'll go mine But tomorrow we'll meet at the same place, the sametime Me and Mrs Jones, Mrs Jones, Mrs Jones
*shameless advertising of work*
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:O I shall check it out soon, then
((I should have gotten people to read my young Adra chapter... I quite liked it. Hmm..))
That's my song.
That
feels
No
Crying
I'm
sad
No
no
DEREK
Y
U
NO
GIVE
US
HAPPY
ENDING
?
((I thought it was rather cool.))
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(Ah, that was lovely.
Well, I suppose I shall leave Oscar strolling along his merry way, as there currently doesn't seem to be a place for either Oscar or Precocious in the current role-playing.)
Leo: I'm still classed as a dae or a magical being. The Class rule applies to me. And innocents are non magical people. Mortals.
*The stranger looks at Leo hard*
Stranger: I was told there were werewolf attacks?
Leo: No. It was me. I attacked the group in Temple Bar and the woman in the Phoenix Park. I was then attacked by Drew when he discovered what I did. It's me you want.
((*tips hat*))
*breaks away from Trip side, skating towards the middle, gaining speed and does a grand leap, twirling and landing backwards, her other leg out behind her*
*does a few side steps and spins in a tight circle*
*skates back to Trip* Ahem.
Idea:
On Christmas, you should wear a Christmas sweater.
((I am still here, just don't really know what to do/say/roleplay))
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*looks strangely at Leo* Hmm..
And it was all because I was manipulating Leo!
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Roleplaying.
*claps Adra* You underestimate me Adra. Oh how you underestimate me...
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(*watches silently with nothing to do*)
*looks at Trip strangely*
((*cuddles Fabi*))
Oh no....
Stranger: I can't tell if you're lying to me warlock. But you stay out of it, you are definitely lying *the stranger points at Trip*
Leo: I'm a paranormal warlock, lying is a dangerous part of my job.
Stranger: That it is. Well then... Leo Mines by order of the Class, you are hereby under arrest for the murder of five innocents and are to be brought for death sentencing.
Leo: Very well... *Leo hobbles towards the stranger*
((Anni, if you have nothing else to do, could you read the RP-plot-thing I sent? I used the email from your profile... Unless I made a typo...))
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(*sigh*
So, Sir and Fabi, have you read any good books lately?
I recently finished The Rithmatist, and was pleasantly surprised by how much I enjoyed it.)
I thought the death sentence was too kind nowadays
((I've barely had time to read...))
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(Oh, yes, Fabi, your story.
I don't have it.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I don't think it's any fault on your part, I think it's just my e-mail being on the blink right now. It's difficult for me to receive e-mails, I've noticed.
You have my heartfelt apologies for not receiving it.)
Really? I have not heard of such a novel, but I suppose I may search for it.
I myself have recently picked up the Discworld series, which has been quite delightful.
*calmly skates, shivering a bit from the cold*
(Ah! The Discworld series is phenomenal!
I am an enthusiastic fan of Good Omens, which was written by Neil Gaiman and the man who wrote Discworld, Terry Pratchett.)
*energy crackles around Trip's eyes*
If I were lying, you wouldn't know, Mr.Stranger. A long time ago, Leo wasn't very nice to me. He made some rather mean comment about some things I did regarding Deacon, so I decided to get my own back. I manipulated him through an artefact I own to kill some mortals who were acting with some mages to create a series bombs to let off in banks the next day. I thought about how fun it would be to get Leo to do my dirty work, while also being able to take a night off.
So, essentially, n this case, the responsibility is all mine.
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*she stops skating, looking at Trip*
Quite, Ms. Barnosky.
Talk to me,weirdos
*Leo looks back at Trip calmly but with a saddened expression*
Leo: Trip, he knows that you're lying because that's his power. You can't trick it or manipulate it.
Just let this be. Please.
That's boring. I spent a good five seconds making up a perfectly believable story about what happened and how no one was at fault that was completely in keeping with my character and it's all scuttled by some guy with a magical power to detect lies. *skates in a circle, grumbling*
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*she tightens her coat around herself, noticing the wind pick up a little bit around all of them*
*raises her eyebrows at him, still not saying a word* *carefully skates backwards*
((It's okay... Do you want me to send it again?))
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((What do you want me to say?))
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(Feel free, but it likely will not work.
I hope you understand that I'm not trying to make excuses, because I really would love to read it.
However, my computer is bull.
Pardon my French.)
(Yes, what would you like me to say?)
((Man Anni :/))
( just had to crack a code with half the letter answers wrong. i got the right answer but only because of a lucky guess.)
*Leo stops walking as he takes a breath, his side is still not healed properly. The stranger sighs with frustration and then pushes Leo.*
Stranger: Get moving warlock!
*The push is hard and Leo ends up on the ground. He holds his side in pain as the stranger grabs his arm and doesn't even try to get Leo up, he starts to drag him along*
((Woo?*cheers*))
*she stops* Hmm.. I don't suppose that hot chocolate is still warm..
(lel)
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(Do you have a problem with me, Adra?)
( IDK but now people think i am smart and i am not :( *disappears*)
((Okay...))
((Msd, cake coming out of the oven soon))
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((What??))
((There was supposed to be a comma there, btw))
The flask has a sigil. Should be good for another few weeks. *shouts at Mr. Stranger* Hey! That isn't how you treat an injured prisoner!
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((Uh.... Bye those leaving? *hugs*))
((Jesus this is why I don't have my parents involved!!!! I can't fucking ask a question
Weeks.... Hmm.. *skates over, quickly picking up hers*
*pauses, wondering if Trip'll want his* *figures a fight might break out soon* *shrugs, skating back to him*
Heir stormtrooper
Hai
(*hmms*
*haas*
*contemplates singing something*
*decides not to*
I may simply depart . . .)
((Alright, Anni :/ *hugs*))
*The stranger continues to drag Leo*
Stranger: Not my problem that he's injured. I'm just to get him there.
Then do it kindly, please.
*Trip flies over in seconds energy at his palms*
You will make it your problem, or by law it must become mine.
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*notices something*
*kind of feels like she's beginning to deflate*
*carefully skates as close as she can*
((Alright, Anni... [hugs]))
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*The stranger drops Leo as he groans and shouts in pain*
Stranger: What do you care about this murderer? He's not your problem anymore so don't worry or think about him.
Be kind *glares*
Ravel: You do technically have to listen to Zafira as her position says
Aside from caring about the basic rights of all things, there are laws which must be upheld.
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She has no jurisdiction over me at all, actually Ravel. Just as David Cameron could not tell the head of the CIA to do stuff, the grand mage of America cannot tell the Scottish head spotter what to do.
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*quietly sips her tea*
*figures their moment is over and sadly skates to where her shoes are, by the bank*
Ravel: And yet they had every right to tell Ireland what to do and so Scotland seems to be excused? She spoke as a Surpreme Council member Trip. They have rights that others don't ((remember it exsists still we're in KOTW time between KOTW and LSODM))
*she begins to unlace her shoes, sitting on the small bench, having a bit of trouble with the knot* *glares at them*
*she sighs,leaning back instead, giving up on the shoes**she crosses her arms, trying to stay warm*
Actually, the Scottish spotter division is taking what we call the 'China' approach. With our own established military force and, you know, the amazing power of me, we can take on anyone who wants to take us on. So, the spotter division has publicly declared that it does not agree with the supreme council, and does not recognise it's authority.
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((Er... Maybe she fell asleep?))
*picks up a rock, beginning to shape it with her alchemy, forming a little stone figurine*
*crosses her bladed feet*
((hi))
Herrow.
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*takes another sip of her coffee*
*there's a creak above her*
*looks up and screams bloody murder, a whole torrent of snow falling from the tree on to her*
It doesn't matter Trip, Ireland tried and yet look where we are, possible war. Now obiously I dont want war but...still, you're dead if you go against us.
ZAF,YOUR MY BFF,BUT TRIP IS MY BRO
SONT KILL HIM
((Hiiii Nev. Hiiiiii Adra. The cake is beautiful! :D))
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*grins*
We are china Zaf. No one wants to fight China.
Cross us, lose your inevitable war with Ireland, and your lives.
I'm an army killer Zaf. You attack my people, I kill all of yours.
Kapiche? Good. *laughs at Adra*
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If he dies I'm not responsible
Wanna go there Trip?
Ravel: *grabs Zaf* No. You don't
*she jumps to her feet, but loses her balance, forgetting she has skates on*
*her knees crack against the ice, then her palms, all four going through*
*reels back, falling into a snow drift, partially soaked*
*closes her eyes and tries not to cry*
NO
SHIT
Boo Adra?!!
((hugs Adra))
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DONT GET HURT ADRAAAA
((I'll take the ded if you don't want it...))
((I'd like to dedicate to Fabi's cake, because I'm sure that it's beautiful and yummy and smells delicious, obviously because she worked hard on it
I also ded to her in general, because she's worth it, and hoping she figures out her story things.
*nods*
Fabi
*raises glass* hear hear))
*raises glass for Fablubous Fabi*
((Oh... [hugs Adra]))
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*tries to move but realizes that she's stuck*
*actually does cry from frustration*
You want a war? You're crazy!
I don't have time for your constant little games. You can't rule the world with force, Zaf. There are more groups like us, who when you try and crush will be far too much, and will crush you. Good day. *tips hat, and walks over to Adra, hugging her*
Shhhhhh. It's all right, don't cry. *hands her his hot chocolate*
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((*cuddles Fabi*))
*hugs back* No, dear- it's your hot chocolate. I already had mine
I'll share a secret with you, *whispers in her ear* I don't like hot chocolate.
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I is having iceee cofeee
I don't-
Ravel: You do Zaf.
*frowns* Then why did you get some?
Popcorn and ice coffee together is great
I find tea too thin to give a really satisfying warm up when I'm cold, so I drink hot chocolate to warm up, but here, have mine.
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*carefully takes it*
*pulls him to her and hisses him*
((That sounds horrid- no offence. I just a don't like coffee))
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