Glancing back at old Blog entries, I happened to notice that on December 23rd of 2012 I had 13,320 words of LSODM written. This was a good thing to notice. It means that, with 18,504 words of Book 9 already spewed forth onto the page/screen, I am well ahead of where I was last year — and I finished LSODM in PLENTY of time, did I not?
Well, actually, no, I didn't. It was pretty much down to the wire, as they say. I couldn't afford to make ANY mistakes with LSODM, because I had no time to do anything resembling a significant rewrite. But at least I know it can be done. At least I know I can do it. Now all I have to do is hope I DO do it.
Pressure pressure pressure... It's everywhere. I don't actually mind pressure. It's a handy tool to make you sit down and write, after all. And I have no one to blame for these onrushing deadlines but me, because I'm the one who agreed to them in the first place. I'm the one who said "Hey, let's collect all the short stories, and I'll write a few more brand new ones, and we can publish in the summer before the final book!" And what a wonderful idea that was. What a magical, wonderful idea, to schedule the writing of short stories at the same time as I've scheduled the writing of a book. How clever that was.
I had wanted to include ten new stories in the collection. I STILL want to do ten — but the fact is, I might not be able to. I may only be able to do five. I want to tell a tale of the Dead Men during the war. I want to tell the tale of Billy-Ray Sanguine and what he did when he was recovering from the sword-wound that Valkyrie inflicted on him in The Faceless Ones. I want to show you how Val met Caelan for the first time. But most of all, I want to go back to Skulduggery and Valkyrie, back before the screaming and the killing and the darkness. I want to see them having fun again, before the death and the destruction and the heartache and the loss. The collection will be out mere months before the final book, after all... I want you to enter into Book 9, fully aware of how good it used to be between them.
And then I want to shatter what remains of your souls.
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Cheers, Mr. Reingington
You can be beautiful,
Wonderful,
Anything you wanna be,
Little Me...
Now I must think up my ded... emmmmmmm
*Begins to think of a dedication while eating a chip butty*
Ducks are... Disgusting.
Believe me, you do not wish to see the specifics.
*holds the duck in cage at arm's length*
I've no idea what to do with this poor beast.
I can't set it free. It's obviously not natural. And I CERTAINLY can't eat it.
. . . I could give it to Jolly John, I suppose. Or go back in time and give it to my friend Barnum. Stars above, I miss that old devil.
Hate to use time travel for something so minor, though . . .
*Steps out from behind a tree*
Excuse me?
This might sound a tad unusual, but has anyone seen a fire-breathing duck?
*hides cage behind back*
Hullo, there. And who might you be?
And why should you think we've found a fire-breathing duck? Who ever heard of such a thing?
*scoffs*
Erm.
*looks back and forth between the Doctor and Ms. Herald*
My name's Liz, nice to meet you.
One of them ran off with this box... I don't really need to find the duck, but the box could be life or death.
It's green... pretty big... Likes to appear in shrubberies...
*nods at the box*
I think this fridge-sized box should be a bit more concerning than some fictitious fowl.
*freezes*
Hold on . . . Liz, you say?
*shoots Sir a concerned look*
*looks back at Liz*
I . . . I hardly see how some precocious waterfowl could run off with such a large parcel.
Tell me, what does this box have inside that interests you?
Oh, blast. That lying maggot-scum Ioux has been round here, hasn't he? I don't know what he told you, but the box
does not contain tools to help him clean the ceiling.
*chuckles at the word 'Clean'*
*then sobers up*
He didn't seem much like lying, maggot-scum to me. In fact, he seemed quite sensible. If a little confused.
Well, Doctor, he could simply have been good at being lying, maggot scum.
But I am hardly sure.
Neither do I, and I can't say for sure that it did, only that it had been in the room at the time, leaving scorch marks and muddy footprints everywhere.
Uh, I don't know you. And because I don't know you, I don't trust you. And because I don't trust you, I don't think it's wise for me to tell you. If I had the key, I'd show you, but... *Spreads hands and shrugs*
*Nods at what Sir said*
Exactly.
*walks over to the box and presses her ear against the side*
Well, I don't know you either, and because I do not know you, I have no wish to get involved in this.
*raises hands*
Take the box. What I don't know can't hurt me.
*glances at the cage*
I'd prefer to keep the duck, though.
Now, I don't know who's the bad guy in this picture, you or Loux, but I can promise you that if Loux comes around, asking about this box of your, I'll tell him exactly where it's gone.
*shrugs*
He may need it more than you.
Am I still not good enough...?
...
Ms. Charm, you are a wonderful girl.
(I'm sorry, Maralie, it;s just difficult to respond to song lyrics.
We're glad you are here!)
(We love you, Maralie.
I just want to tell you, you are fantastic.
Absolutely fantastic.
And you know what?
So was I.)
((Sorry I poofed!))
*Nods*
Fair enough.
I'm sure he does. I actually don't have much to do with the box. But the fact is, the box needs to be kept safe, and it certainly isn't safe with him.
*Places her hand on the box, then whispers something, and vanishes with it*
(((((hugs Mara)))))
((((Of course you're good enough, beautiful.))))
*gazes in wonder at the spot where Liz disapparated*
Well, that's a nifty trick.
Indeed. Wonder if it is an ability of hers, or the box's.
HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
I just remembered it was Remembrance Day . . .
#ChaseForBookNine
I wonder . . . I wonder.
*stretches*
Although I expect we won't see that box again. It's not likely, at any rate.
*smiles pleasantly*
Well, that was a fascinating little incident. The most interesting thing that's happened to me all day!
(Is there something ironic about remembering Remembrance Day?)
(Because I feel like there is.)
Not seeing the box again is possible.
However, I find it to be unlikely.
((Greetings, Ms. Inkbright.))
((It's so interesting letting the similar scene play out different ways with different people around! *giggles*))
Hello.
It seems I'm the only one who still has a soul. Yay!
I also just realised I made a mistake in my Spanish essay today! God damn it...
Instead of 'to surf the internet', I accidentally wrote 'to swim in the internet'. Damn you Spanish...
(Hello, Dragona! And how are you today, my good man?)
((Greetings, Dragona.))
(Ahh, I took Spanish when I was a junior. It is MURDER, is it not?)
Duck: BLAAAAAAUGH.
Oh my, I suppose I still have to do something about this little guy.
. . .
. . .
I shall name him Mihos!
It means Guardian of the Horizon.
Mihos: QUACK.
*sigh*
I suppose I'll have to find him a good home. Barnum, perhaps, or Jolly John. Maybe even Anton would be willing to take him in.
Poor little waterfowl . . .
Dragona what happend to Dead reaping?
Annika, it is actually probably the easiest European language. And I'm fine, you?
Hey Sir!
So far I'm learning two languages at once. One Spanish at AS level (which is surprisingly... not difficult, but it's a LOT of work), and then I also have an app on my phone to let me learn German.
So far in Spanish I can read books and write essays and pretty much understand everything and write exactly what I want.
In German... meh. I don't yet understand the grammar but I can translate simple sentences.
I also accidentally learned all the words in a language of a race of aliens in Mass Effect whilst playing the game. The good thing is that they didn't give it an entire dictionary (yet), otherwise I'd be able to speak a pointless language by now.
(I'm doing well. I did want to learn German or Italian, but I ended up doing Spanish, and when I grew tired of that I learned Latin instead.)
Brad, I have no idea. No one else was posting stories. For a start everyone was doing parts and then like... no one was.
I also don't have the time any more. In combination of college and stuff, I have about two hours less writing time per day than I normally would have.
I am also writing stories that aren't about SP, which consumes most of my writing time.
I have four pages I haven't dedded, if my memory served correctly . . .
. . . So I dedicate one of them to Remembrance Day. I dedicate to all the soldiers who died in the two World Wars, in the hope that they are now truly resting in peace. I also dedicate to all the soldiers who have died in wars before or since then, and those who are dying in wars now. I dedicate to anyone who has lost a family member because they died in or because of a war. I dedicate to those people who are on a beach or somewhere doing what they're doing and stumble across unexploded bombs and BOOM, they're dead, and all of their families and people who care about them. I dedicate to the fact that people care enough about Remembrance Day to buy poppies, and I dedicate to the fact that yesterday, on Remembrance Sunday, me and my mum were in Asda at eleven o'clock, and when the time came, most people in the shop stood their in silence, remembering. When you're in a supermarket . . . everybody's sort of bustling about doing their own thing, but in those two minutes of silence, you sort of felt communicative spirit as everyone in the supermarket joined together and was moving in the same direction for once. Well, we weren't moving, we were standing there being silence, but y'know. And I dedicate to events like Remembrance Day that have the power to bring people together like that. And I dedicate to the suckinesss that the only events that do have that kind of power are the ones that involve millions of dead people. THAT'S how big the impact has to be. Humans really don't like being brought together, do they . . .
I dedicate to the millions of graves marked The Unknown Soldier, the ones who were buried without anyone knowing them and still have to live (well, they're dead, but y'know) with no one knowing them.
And I'm sorry, because humanity is fucked up, and it's unfair that people have to live and die so horribly because of war. The thing about Chaos Walking that makes me upset is how heartbreakingly unfair some things are, and yet, every heartbreakingly unfair situation portrayed is similar to a heartbreakingly unfair situation that occurs in our world. We have that, in our world, and that sucks.
We had our two minute's silence in history today, because it was second period, and after it, our history teacher, being a history teacher, showed us this video. Which is of a song. A Remembrance Day-like song that's been played in Remembrance assemblies previously, I think. And I was crying slightly, but I cry a lot, so yeah.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z9fhGM0xxyk
And now I'll probably lyrics-spam you with a few relevant A7X songs, sorry . . .
#ChaseForBookNine
*Five Hollow Men enter Blogland with a Hollow Scent Hound*
*The Hound leads the way to the shrubbery*
Star, that's a good and relevant dedication.
Also if you have time there's a new part of my ME story.
@Dragona: Thanks. :)
And, I'll probably read them soon. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
*it
Not them.
What on earth, brain. :P
#ChaseForBookNine
*glances up*
*eyes narrow*
*and spark blue lightning*
What's that noise . . .
It sounds like a hound . . .
(Star, I salute thee.)
Lol. Well actually the story isn't actually on Earth so no wonder your brain has gone haywire :P
Skulduggery and valkyrie having fun again before the darkness and the vileness? It seems almost impossible now
But then stranger things have happened.......
*frowns*
Well I be blasted before I know what it was.
*The Hollow Men and Hound arrive at the shrubbery*
Hollow Hound: *Sniffs around at the spot where Liz and the box disappeared*
*looks wildly around*
Oh God . . . oh God . . . I HATE dogs . . .
Mihos: QUACK.
Yeah, yeah, you stick with me Mihos.
*ducks behind a tree*
*watches the hollow men and hound*
*duck in hand*
Shhhh . . .
*looks at the Hollow Men*
*sighs*
Well. That's... Unfortunate.
First and maybe last relevant song: Danger Line by Avenged Sevenfold
Seriously, just listening to this and checking the lyrics I copied and pasted, I couldn't stop crying. This song is amazing. It's so sad. I really advise you to actually listen to it . . .
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HoepMHrF_xY&list=PLTslNdjmKxFtDwh1k3FIRyXuARLNTj9fJ&index=73
My sixteen, locked and loaded
All fear has been avoided
You say the words and my weapon is drawn
This one could be my last time
Some people call it war crime
I may be staring down a lethal sight
(To die . . .)
Nothing shocks you like a bullet hole
Leaving my fear on the danger line
Suffering a man should never know
Leaving my faith on the danger line
I do this for my family
My daughter loves her daddy
Too many talk down on things they don't know
With colors never faded
Reckless and unabated
They may take me but never take us all
(I'll crawl . . .)
Nothing shocks you like a bullet hole
Leaving my fear on the danger line
Suffering a man should never know
Leaving my faith on the danger line
I know what you're thinking
I've been there before
So think of the times, the time we spent laughing away
So think of the times at home
(Life without a care)
Now I find myself in my own blood
(Never thought I'd lay in my own blood)
The damage done is far beyond repair
I never put my faith in up above
(Never had much faith in up above)
But now, I'm hoping someone's there
I never meant to leave this world alone
I never meant to hurt the ones who cared
And all this time I thought we'd just grow old
You know, no one said it's fair
Tell my baby girl that it's alright
I've sung my last song today
Remind the lord to leave his light on for me
I'm free . . .
#ChaseForBookNine
*The Hollow Men form a circle around the spot and close in, as if Liz could be hiding*
Hollow Hound: *Low growl*
@Dragona: Good point. :P
Thanks, Annika. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
*blue energy crackles in one fist*
*gives Sir a 'What do you think?' sort of look*
*and nods at the Hollow Men*
(Hey, can I kill some Hollow Men?)
(I'm not sure if they're enemies yet . . .)
((Ms. Inkbright, that is touching.))
*looks at the good Doctor with an amused expression*
*walks up to a Hollow Man*
*taps his shoulder*
Good afternoon.
*peers around the tree*
*waits to see what the Hollow Men will do to Sir*
*because she is a coward*
Hollow Man: *Turns* *Paper rustles*
Am I still not good enough?
Am I still not worth that much?
I'm sorry for the way my life turned out
Sorry for the smile I'm wearing now
Guess I'm still not good enough
Harrumph. Frightfully rude, not responding.
*crosses his arms, and takes a step back, reexamining the Hollow Man*
*slowly creeps out from behind the tree*
*still holding Mihos by the feet*
*and hoping Sir didn't notice her hiding*
*sizes up the Hollow Men*
Second and maybe last relevant song: Overburdened, by Disturbed.
"About a soldier standing in line waiting to pass through the gates of hell, and he's in line with all these other soldiers that died in the course of battle and they're all wondering why they got there. All of you who are hypersensitive to any mention of the word "soldier" being associated with a place called "hell" let me offer my explanation. The song is an idea, a concept, an ironic image in my mind, the notion in this case that someone fought for what he/she thought was right, only to have been mislead and be forced to deal with the consequences. I have deep love, respect, and admiration for our soldiers who defend our way of life."
Once again, I urge you to listen, not simply read. Oh, and watch. It's a good lyrics vid.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m53U8aT2J0c&list=PLTslNdjmKxFtyDjXNSMNesm8F-RgBg0Av&index=32
(Fate is so unkind
Now I should have known
Blind leading the blind
Reaping what I've sown
If it all amounts to nothing
Why, why am I standing in this line?)
Hell is still overburdened
I must stand and wait in line
I may never know for certain
When will be my time
How was I considered evil?
Vengeance taken in this life
Someone granted me reprievable
Decades spent in strife
Led to nothing!
Repeated in my mind
Led to nothing!
If only I was born another time!
Hell is still overburdened
I must stand and wait in line
Hell is still overburdened
How have I been so determined malign?
There's the closing of the curtain
In the play that was my life
Countless chapters left unopened
Tragedies inside . . .
I was fighting for a reason
Holy blessed homicide
Seems I have committed treason
All I've sacrificed . . .
Led to nothing!
Repeated in my mind
Led to nothing!
If only I was born another time!
Hell is still overburdened
I must stand and wait in line
Hell is still overburdened
How I have been so determined malign?
Hell is still overburdened
I must stand and wait in line
Hell is still overburdened
How I have been so determined malign?
Fate is so unkind
Now I should have known
Blind leading the blind
Reaping what I've sown
If it all amounts to nothing
Why, then, am I standing in this line?
Hell is still overburdened
I must stand and wait in line
Hell is still overburdened
How I have been so determined malign?
Hell is still overburdened
I must stand and wait in line
Hell is still overburdened
How I have been so determined malign?
#ChaseForBookNine
*The Hollow Men pass through the space several times to make sure it is really empty, then turn to face Sir*
((OOC: [hugs Mara tightly] [Is choreographing a lyrical dance to that song] ))
Thanks, Sir. :)
Hello, Mara. :) *hugs* You're always good enough. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
((Ms. Charm, believe me when I say that you are much, much better than merely 'good enough'.))
*The Hollow Men study Sir for a moment, then turn and march away*
*pokes a Hollow Man*
*raises an eyebrow*
Well THAT was anti-climactic.
*sighs*
Right, shall we follow them, then?
Third and maybe last relevant song: Enough, by Disturbed.
"A message to the world leaders. Letting them know about the pain they caused by all the people who have fought and died in war and asking them, 'Isn't death alone a good enough reason to stop all of this conflict?'"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=plR1cVLHBPY&list=PLTslNdjmKxFtyDjXNSMNesm8F-RgBg0Av
(We are frozen
We want everything
And we've chosen
To want everything)
We don't want them
We want everything
And we've stolen in this suffering
And we've told them
To want everything
But use caution in what you believe
And the haunted
Deny everything
Controlling in this suffering
When they're broken
And lost everything
They're so much easier to lead
Take their hope away
Take their life away
Leave them nothing left inside
When your own have died
When there's no more pride
When your soul is frozen
Is that enough?
When your heart is broken
A thousand times
With every moment
Is that enough?
(Without warning
We take everything)
Without warning
We take everything
Undaunted in this suffering
The dark forces
Surround everything
Make it impossible to see
Take their hope away
Take their life away
Leave them nothing left inside
When your own have died
When there's no more pride
When your soul is frozen
Is that enough?
When your heart is broken
A thousand times
With every moment
Is that enough?
Haven't they suffered enough now?
Haven't we suffered enough now?
Haven't they suffered enough
The damage more than they can bear
Haven't they suffered enough now?
Haven't we suffered enough now?
Haven't they suffered enough
The damage more than can bear!
Did they even have a reason why?
Countless sons and daughters had to die?
Can you even comprehend the pain?
Tell me when your . . .
Own have died
When there's no more pride
When your soul is frozen
Is that enough?
When your heart is broken
A thousand times
With every moment
Is that enough?
When your own have died
When there's no more pride (no more pride)
When your soul is frozen
Is that enough? (Is that enough?)
When your heart is broken
A thousand times (A thousand times)
With every moment
Is that enough?
#ChaseForBookNine
Yes, lets.
*follows the Hollow Men*
*Sir*
*and Mihos*
*Hollow Men return with several long wooden planks, and begin building a wall around the shrubbery*
*pauses*
...
Are they... Waiting for the box to re-appear?
*activates tactical cloak and vanishes from view*
((Well im not anywhere near you people. Oopsie
What in the world are they doing?
*crouches in the underbrush like a stealthy Australian hunter*
((Greetings, Ms. Kerias.))
I do not believe that to be necessary, my good Doctor. They do not seem to care about us.
Which is extremely rude, but I can forgive it, for now.
*scoffs* Hollow Men are silly and crude. I wouldn't be surprised if they haven't even noticed us.
*squeezes Mihos*
Fortunately, should they show violent intent, they are EXTREMELY flammable.
Mihos: QUACK
Hollow Men: *Nail the planks together and begin painting them green*
*shrugs*
Hollow men are rather easy to tear, too.
but i'm really not
*motions at the Hollow Men*
Look, look look look, they're painting it green.
Like the box.
. . .
Are they building another box?
I hate you
Don't leave me.
(And a pleasure to see you too, Joao!)
((Uh. Greetings, Joao.
And Ms. Charm, you really are.))
Perhaps...
*remains standing upright, looking at the working Hollow Men thoughtfully*
Did you know that now, when I see an American flag, I generally think of Avenged Sevenfold? :P
Okay, one of the best song spams I've ever done is OVER. :) *goes off to read Mass Effect*
#ChaseForBookNine
Should we . . . I don't know . . . try to talk to them?
Well, I have already attempted to. I doubt it would accomplish much, but you are free to attempt to do so.
Marararararalilililililily, we love youuuuu! [huggles]
#ChaseForBook9
*steps forward tenuously*
Hey, what's your sign?
*slaps herself in the face*
Where did THAT come from!?
*coughs*
*tries again*
Hey, do you know a bloke named Loux?
*Hollow Men turn to look at Precocious, but say nothing*
Hollow Hound: *Growls*
*slowly backs away*
Nice doggy . . . nice doggy . . .
((Greetings, Ms. Glee.))
*steps towards the Hollow Man*
My good... Sir. I suggest you either cease this rudeness at once, or my associate shall set her flame-breathing waterfowl upon you.
*Hollow Men finish the four walls and wait for the paint to dry*
*Hollow Hound sniffs the ground and growls again*
*nods earnestly*
It occurs to me there's something a bit ironic about fire-breathing water-fowl.
Absolutely, my good Doctor.
*Hollow Man tilts head at Sir quizzically, making a gutteral sound, that almost sounds like words but not quite*
*cocks one ear*
I didn't quite catch that. Try again, perhaps?
ADRAAAA YOU MISSED MY REMEMBERANCE DAY SONG SPAM!
Hello!
Hello everyone, actually! I'm fully here now! :)
Hopefully!
#hChaseForBookNine
Star, thanks for the comment.
*listens closer*
What's he trying to say?
Or she?
Or it?
((Ah, greetings, Ms. Dark.))
Er... *walks over* what is this?
We're making all the same mistakes.
Hollow Man: *Cannot speak in clear English, because it's a primitive inflatable paper being* *Makes another gutteral noise, then begins putting a ceiling on the plank structure*
*strokes Mihos*
We are not getting anywhere at all . . .
I cannot tell if they're working for Liz or Loux . . .
Right, do you have a pen or pencil, and some paper, my good Doctor?
*watches* eh ok....
...
*fades into the shadows*
*Hollow Men finish the structure and begin another coat of green paint*
(((Hi Adra!)))
(((hugs Maralieeeee)))
#ChaseForBook9
Naturally.
*picks up Mihos's black cage*
*taps a symbol on it*
*it spins and flattens into a majestic black journal with a sleek black pen that can write underwater or in space*
*passes both to Sir*
((Apologies, is this plot offending anyone or making them feel unwelcome? If so, please let me know and I can stop))
#ChaseForBook9
Thank you, my good Doctor.
*holds the aforementioned journal and pen out to the Hollow man*
((Well...i just am sitting here because im kinda bored and waiting until its over))
@Lantern: No.:) And I think it's quite a good plot, because multiple people are involved now, on that side of things, if you know what I mean. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
((Not uncomfortable- you seem to be in the middle of it... I don't know what's happening and no one answered, so... I'm just gonna go do my homework. I might faintly be here))
((But by all means, keep going and don't listen to Zaf))
((Well she wanted opinion. Im at drama and working on finishing the chapters for Lord of the Flies)
*Hollow Man scrawls WDYW?*
((Sorry, my only characters on the scene are Hollow Men, and they aren't really... Intelligent))
((Okay...))
#ChaseForBook9
*peers over Sir's shoulder at the pad of paper*
We want to know what you're building!
((ADRA: Hunter and/or Ez could have a go at totally healing Dimkaness for you . . . small chance of going wrong, but you know. Poor Dimka. :( :( :( *hugs even though I'm not there*))
#ChaseForBookNine
*frowns*
What does...
Ah. It's an acronym.
((Well then if you're at drama doing things, then what is done here shouldn't be of your concern. It's okay to let other people RP, Zaf. Especially Fabi. She's been building this up for a long time, so cut her a break.))
We want
to know
what you
are building!
Hollow Man: *Writes* ABFL
((Zaf, you're more than welcome to enter the scene, but I don't know if there's anything I can do that you will ever not be annoyed at in some way.))
#ChaseForBook9
((The babe Dimka :3 I'm sure that would be lovely... However, er, there was too much damage done to him in the first place... Whole sections of his marrow had to be removed to stop it from going into his blood stream))
A... Box for Loux? Or Liz?
Or something else entirely?
*grimaces*
Ooh. I don't know that one.
. . .
Absolutely . . .
Building . . .
Fabulous . . .
Lockbox?
. . .
I don't know.
Hollow Man: L. ISWI.
#ChaseForBook9
A Box For Loux?
A Box For Liz?
A Box For Life?
A Box For Lawyers?
A Box For Lions?
A Box For Laughter?
A Box For Libertarians?
A Box For Librarians?
A Box For Lizards?
... Liz and/or Loux is...
Blast, I don't know.
Can you write in full sentences?
Hollow Man. N. ICS.
#ChaseForBook9
((Im not on for a long while so im here but i really dont care. I only have Alexis who could join in really because Zaf and Ravel are in Delhi. So i could add Hyde but he's....eh where did Adra place him? Anyhow....i dont know what to do....but im bored))
My patience is being tried!
*angrily rubs temples trying to figure this out*
... No. I cannot... Sentence?
Oh, blast this. Where is your creator?
Hollow Man: *Tries again*
L *crosses it out*
I,NL. ISWI
TBIFL. LH. OK?
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Hello there...
Hi Sabrina
LH is Liz Herald!
((Yeah . . . but . . .
You know when you sort of know things in your head but you've never had to think about it fully and you hesitate when having to explain it?
They can regrow things pretty well, if they have the memories of it. The only thing is, they obviously don't have many memories of Dimmykaka, but they have ways of guesstimating round that and getting pretty good results. Practise.
. . . There was something I needed to go back and detail . . .
Yeah, they can regrow things and stuff . . . Hunter just regrew himself a hand, and they can regrow without scarring, because it's not just accelerating the healing process . . . so they could regrow him as he was meant to be, sort of. No, not meant to be, people can be anything they want to be, but you know what I mean. Like . . . you mentioned it being like a mirror. You can glue the bits of a mirror back on, but there's still cracks. They can make it so the mirror's perfect, without cracks; IF they know the mirror. Which brings me back to the problem of them not knowing Dimkario.
Sorry, that wasn't a very clear explanation . . . my explanations are like my handwriting; messy and hard to decipher. :)
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Hollow Man: OT. *Points to the left*
Really Sabrina? Giving it a go? :P
...
*looks to the left*
((Hello Sabrina!))
((Should probably point out that I'm usually called Fabi, and just roleplaying as a Hollow Man))
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I . . . Now . . . Loux . . . Is . . . Stuck . . . With . . . In . . . DFTBA Nerdifighter . . . oh damn, this makes me REALLY miss 1842 . . . um . . . LMAO . . . er . . . OMG . . . LOL . . .
GAH! I'm too old for this!
((Greetings, Ms. Sparrow.))
Hi Sabrina! :)
*is watching the roleplay with interest, just not participating*
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*looks to the left*
Over there!
He said over there!
Dimikaka?
Dimkario
*Ioux is standing over there, hidden behind a tree, holding the tracking-beeping device from previously*
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Wait.
Liz is stuck with in the box?
You know, sir, giving some sort of feedback would be extremely helpful.
DIMMYKAKAKARIO! :)
(I like nicknaming people sometimes. :P)
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!!!
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Jesus Star
He's a fox
He doesn't care
Sir! I hear a beeping.
You confront the box.
I'll confront Loux.
Goodness me, that rhymed.
Meh fine ill bring Zaf in....
*is still a little shaken* Adra is here?
Ravel: yes. I told you that you'd be alright. I still want that man....I may not like having this position but I want to see him pay.
But Jekyll...
Ravel: Hyde said you knew how to seperate them.
I do...i think
Mmmmrfffffffff
Confront... The box?
*raises his eyebrows, but says nothing more*
I'm trying to make friends.
I have no friends.
And I feel like I'm being a lazy participant of this fandom, so this is me trying harder to join in. And to make friends...
((Translation from earlier))
((Ioux, not Loux. Ioux starts with I))
((The box is for Liz. Liz Herald. OK?))
*Shakes head slowly from side to side*
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We're weird, darling... But *hugs* Yeah we're here for ye
(Hullo, Sabrina Sparrow!)
*slowly approaches the tree*
Hullo?
Hullo, sir?
We met earlier.
And I think you'll be a fair bit easier to talk to than these Hollows.
((Fabi: Well, in that case, hello, Sabrina! [tacklehugs]))
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Hi Sabrina...I am Zafira Kerias Grand Mage of America, Twitter child of Derek and Holly and Ravel's girlfriend.
Hiiii
I have to get an injection tomorrow
Sorry for the lyric spam
I fainted today or did something like that so I feel a bit out of sorts
You aren't Ravel's girlfriend, Zaf
Er, Mara perhaps you should sleep or eat. Or both. And take a warm shower
(And I am Doctor Precocious. I am a coward, a drunk, a monster hunter, and an honorary member of Canada.)
Ioux: *Steps out warily* You... Didn't take Ms. Herald's side like the others, did you? *Shudders* I have no wish to be handcuffed to a pole again.
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I CAN DREAM *cries* I CAN DREAM
Hey, Sabrina! :)
*hugs* You can be my friend, if you want. :) Okay, I know it doesn't work like that, but still. Welcome to Blogland. We have a volcano and a lake and whatsit. I'm me. I'm a bubble. I'm awesome. I can't write introductions. Yeah. :)
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@Mara: *hugs* I like lyrics spams. :)
And - good luck on your injection. D: Why did you faint, do you know?
I haaaaate fainting. -_-
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*calls out to the good Doctor*
Just remember, this is a man who seems to use Hollow Men.
Yes, I've been handcuffed to a pole before. It's not fun.
Ioux, wasn't it?
*offers hand*
I'm Doctor Precocious.
((Hii Maraaa [hugs] Wbd, too many characters. Eek!))
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We have a dynamite forest! The dynamite grows on trees. And a statue of Derek though I want to explode it but I'm not allowed.
I've never fainted thank god..
Oh, I'm alright now. Apparently it was just stress. Idk. The nurse said I was fine anyway.
And I was terrified for the injection thing too, so.
I only collapsed anyway. I didn't really faint, tbh...
I slept for an hour when I got home from school.
*hugs Adra* thanks for caring about me
Ioux: *Nods* Indeed. Hello Doctor Precocious. *Shakes hand warily*
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Mara so long as you're ok!
(We also have a haunted fro-yo shop, a bar that exists at the point between dimensions, waterfowl that breathe far, and magical sequinned tuxedo jackets.)
*hugs Star*
Even sad lyric spams?
Thanks *hugs again* and apparently it was just me stressing out over everything. It wasn't even fainting tbh. I just collapsed. My friend caught me so I was fine. *shrugs*
I've never actually fainted before. Unless you count the time when I almost did. But eh.
*looks down at tracking device*
Are you still looking for that box, then?
And my treehouse! Oh and Mevolent lurking
((hugs Mara again))
((Hasn't fainted before, either))
((And purple carrots! We have purple carrots! :D))
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HEY SORRY
I CAME ON
THEN I POOFED..
HAI *GIVES EVERYONE A SUPERMEGATACKLEHUGOFDOOM*
Hiiii Fabi *hugs*
My iPad says your name is an actual word yay:)
*hugs Zaf*
Hii Sabrina, I'm Mara *hugs*
I love One Direction, Little Mix and Avril Lavigne and I'm a full time fangirl. Uhm. Yep. *hugs again*
Yeah...Mara I'd eat a little sugar... And eat. And drink water
I dedicate this page to the veterans. Yes because they sacrificed their well being and then some their life. So to them because it takes guts to do that willingly.
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