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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HAI SNOOOOW!! *Supermegatacklehugsofdoom*
my brain hurts. i'm doing math at the same time as being here...
is it bad that i've forgotten what a reflex angle is?
i'm pretty sure i'm the most mature person in my grade, and thats worrying because i'm not that mature...
Snow. That... That's not good. At all.
[Takes several Doctor Who quizzes]
[Gets Martha, River and Clara/Oswin (based on Asylum of the Daleks only)]
Why do I always answer honestly and get different results?
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Nice, Fabi xD
And also
HAAII FABIII *supermegatacklehugsofdoom*
Idk, which companion do you think I'm the most like?
HAIIII JUBI-BEAN [is SUPERMEGATACKLEHUGGEDOFDOOM] ((It still autocorrects to all capitals! :D))
[Tacklehugs back]
Hello Snow! [Tacklehugs]
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On pottermore, I got put into ravenclaw on one account, and gryffindor on the other xP
SMART AUTOCORRECT! The only thing that it's useful for....
Annnnndd... I dunno :-/
I don't do Pottermore, but I think I'm pretty consistently a Ravenclaw. Probably.
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Indeed. :-P
Also, I made it autocorrect C4 to ChaseForBook9, which is convenient. :-)
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S'okay, I don't know either.
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Ooh convenience :D
And yeah... You'd probably be in ravenclaw :P
Ooh, Jubi-bean, you me a new code idea!
Something you said reminded me of something someone else said which reminded me of this number game I play with my sister, which reminded me of a good code idea! :D
Thank youuuuuuu! [hugs]
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OOH YAAY! YOURE WELCOME... I GUESS! *hugs back*
5$3:9&5:6@2:6:3 3$7:4"2:8&7:2$7 9:8 5$4:3"2:7&6:8:3 2$9&2:9:1:4&1:9$2:6:1 5$4&3:8"0:9&2$5 5:4 6&4:7$3:2"1:7&2
Doesn't it look so pretty? :D
((For those who are uncomfortable/do not like my codes, it is a test message and has no relevant meaning))
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I think it needs a ; actually...
Ooh, I know! [Plots]
:D :D :D
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OMG ITS BEAUTIFUL :'D
And to think that I had a part in creating it... *sighs happily staring off into space*
And it's brilliantly easy to decode without looking at a key all the time.
IT DOESN'T EVEN HAVE A KEY!!!! :D
[Dances around in numbers and squiggly patterns]
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HOORAH! *dances around with Fabi*
It's been ages since I've invented a code as brilliant as this one. 14-7-07-5-05-6-09-3-19-1-13-2-04-4 is brilliant, but it's also a bit of a pain, and obvious once you figure out the operations bit.
202-022-100-201 is a good code for communicating with people, but it's not secure from random guessing.
14 1241103434 40131434 is less flowy than 202-022-100-201, but also too...numerical, once you figure out the base.
|~||||==~=_-||=|==~=||||-|||=_ is really brilliant, but if someone ever decided it, they'll be able to go back and read a lot of secrets and temper tantrums from my old account I can't delete, so I've been avoiding that, 'cause I don't want that to happen.
|\|||/||\/|||/\//\//\|/\ is good, until someone figures out the notation. Because that's all that seperates it from something really easy, notation.
""""*)*)&)2 is bad, because I always have to look at the key. Same with =•_=_~=~.
...
I have a lot of codes.
*avoiding it
Appears to make more sense that way...
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Yes. Yes you do indeed have a lot of codes 9
0.0
And that's not even all of them, just the type-able, non-cipher codes that I've used in Blogland.
Jubi, could you give me a phrase?
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Like, for me to write in a bunch of codes/ciphers?
I'm in a really cryptic mood. :-)
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Ok
Hmm
The dolphin jumped over the moon and knocked into the cow. The end!
And now I gtg and sleep... Because lateness... BAI FABIII *supermegagoodbyetacklehugsofdoom*
Oh my...
Letters
SO MANT LETTERS
Ok BAI :(
SORRY!! i poofed earlier!! XD BUT I AM BACKKKK
anndd no one is here... :(
BYEBYE JUBI-BEAN [huggles]
YUP! LETTERS!
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FABI IS HERE!!! YESSSSSS!!
*pokes*
Oh, am I nobody now?
I'm nobody--who are you?
Are you--nobody--too?
Then there's a pair of us--don't tell!
They'd advertise--you know.
How dreary to be somebody
How public--like a frog
To tell one's name--the lifelong June
To an admiring bog
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Yup! :-)
Wait, you're one of the people who doesn't like it when Fabi posts coded stuffness, right?
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Meh... i can deal with it.
*pokes a tree, because i'm cool like that*
Heh heh... Blast...
*shoots lasers at death* BLAST!!
*puts laser gun away* XD i was doing as you'd requested
Thanks [hugs]
Fabi is just in a codey mood, you know? Besides, her new 5&2:8:1:4"2;2:3"2:7$3:5$4:1 9@3:9$2:6:1:9:8:5$4:8&1:5$3:8&6 is so pretty looking! :D
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:D it is at that.
wish i could crack it though *studies*
[hugs Deathy] Hiii.
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okay, i just have to ask, because these are the results i got from different test, which am i more like (doctor who related):
Amy, the 11 Doctor or Martha?
Ooh, I'd like to see if you can! :-)
If you do, please let me know. I'm okay with people guessing my codes ((Except preferably not |||==-||====||||=_|===_|=_)), but I occasionally use them as outlets to rant and say things I'd regret later, so I'd like to keep track of which ones people know, and which are just mine.
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i doubt i'll crack it. i suck at that sort of thing... unless it's a letter code and i have, like, one hint.
I would say Eleven, mainly because I don't especially like Amy, and you don't really seem much like Martha to me.
I've gotten Martha, River, and Oswin/Clara (based on Asylum of the Daleks only). :-P
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XD
yeah... *shrugs* IDK. sometimes i think i'm none.
Mm... It's not cryptogram-based. I can tell you that much.
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i know. i cant tell.
Well, you aren't any of them, you're Snow. :-)
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I AM SNOW, QUEEN OF PENGUINS!!!
Indeed.
I can't help but notice that your surname, too, is currently listed as S.
Does that mean we're siblings? :-P
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XD no, it just means i am lazy. but we could be.
If so, I'd probably be the annoying bossy older sister. :-P
I have a little sister irl. Except that she's not little. And people think we're twins, or even that she's older. But I still boss her around sort of a lot. Mainly because she hates deciding things.
FabiTC's a little sister, though.
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;D
i'm the youngest in my family but snow is an only child. *shrugs*
Fabi has an older brother and sister who are 4 and 7 years older than her. Her sister went to boarding school at age 8, and stopped coming home for the holidays at age 12, so Fabi didn't really know her. Her brother is either in college or running a restaurant in Portland, Oregon, depending on which age I select for Fabi.
I mean, part of me wants to make her 16, because I can relate to being 16. Another part accepts that she is living in a grown-up's world, and wants to make her in her twenties, but idk how realistically I can write her if she's older.
The lazy part of me just wants to keep referencing her "time travel incident" and list her age as "it's complicated."
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XD
i just said snow was 20 so things were easy.
which reminds me... i have to get down to finishing the first bit of snow's backstory... i'm betting you will all like it XD
[Laughs]
I'm rubbish with ages!
I mean, I've never been twenty, unless you believe in reincarnation or something.
I guess most of the four or five hundred year-old characters don't act that old, though. :-P
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:D
i g2g, fab! *huggles* bye.
Fabi's backstory needs more development.... I mean, she's a combination of me and several other characters I used to write with a lot, so she has multiple conflicting back stories, I guess...
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Bye Snow... [hugs]
[Will not comment again unless A. I write something that I want to share. B. Someone comes on before I fall asleep]
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Hm. [Scrambles]
I that I hope if would you it tell know hurt you say don't you nothing want me because to you're I hurt beautiful beyond proud a belief to friend and call sometimes I'm you it seems understands know like me if no I it's one don't because they because don't I listen don't or say
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writing an essay. distant.
okay huggles are? fab, okay Like, really,*you*?
*disappears*
No win, no fez!
AH HA HA HAAaa!
Hilarious.
I'd like to say we gave it a try
I'd like to blame it all on life
Maybe we just weren't right, but that's a lie, that's a lie
And we can deny it as much as we want
But in time our feelings will show
'Cause sooner or later
We'll wonder why we gave up
The truth is everyone knows
Almost, almost is never enough
So close to being in love
If I would have known that you wanted me
The way I wanted you
Then maybe we wouldn't be two worlds apart
But right here in each other's arms
And we almost, we almost knew what love was
But almost is never enough
If I could change the world overnight
There'd be no such thing as goodbye
You'd be standing right where you were
And we'd get the chance we deserve
Try to deny it as much as you want
But in time our feelings will show
'Cause sooner or later
We'll wonder why we gave up
The truth is everyone knows
Almost, almost is never enough (is never enough, babe)
We were so close to being in love (so close)
If I would have known that you wanted me the way I wanted you, babe
Then maybe we wouldn't be two worlds apart
But right here in each other's arms
And we almost, we almost knew what love was
But almost is never enough
How the time passed away
All the trouble that we gave
And all those day we spent out by the lake
Has it all gone to waste?
All the promises we made
One by one they vanished just the same
All the things I still remember
Summers never looked the same
Years go by and time just seems to fly
But the memories remain
In the middle of September
We still played out in the rain
Nothing to lose but everything to gain
Reflecting now on how things could've been
It was worth it in the end
Now it all seems so clear
There's nothing left to fear
So we made our way by finding what was real
Now the days are so long
That summer's moving on
Reach for something that's already gone
All the things I still remember
Summers never look the same
Years go by and time just seems to fly
But the memories remain
In the middle of September
We still played out in the rain
Nothing to lose but everything to gain
Reflecting now on how things could've been
It was worth it in the end
Yeah, We knew we had to leave this town
But we never knew when and we never knew how
We would up here the way we are
We knew we had to leave this town
But we never knew when and we never knew how
All the things I still remember
Summers never look the same
Years go by and time just seems to fly
But the memories remain
In the middle of September
We still played out in the rain
Nothing to lose but everything to gain
Reflecting now on how things could've been
It was worth it in the end.
Last night I heard my own heart beating
Sounded like footsteps on my stairs
Six months gone and I'm still reaching
Even though I know you're not there
I was playing back a thousand memories, baby
Thinking 'bout everything we've been through
Maybe I've been going back too much lately
When time stood still and I had you
Come back, come back, come back to me like
You would, you would if this was a movie
Stand in the rain outside 'til I came out
Come back, come back, come back to me like
You could, you could if you just said you're sorry
I know that we could work it out somehow
But if this was a movie you'd be here by now
I know people change and these things happen
But I remember how it was back then
Locked up in your arms and our friends were laughing
'Cause nothing like this ever happened to them,
Now I'm pacing down the hall, chasing down your street
Flashback to the night when you said to me,
"Nothing's gonna change, not for me and you,”
Not before I knew how much I had to lose
Come back, come back, come back to me like
You would, you would if this was a movie
Stand in the rain outside 'til I came out
Come back, come back, come back to me like
You could, you could if you just said you're sorry
I know that we could work it out somehow
But if this was a movie you'd be here by now
If you're out there
If you're somewhere
If you're moving on
I've been waiting for you
Wary since you've been gone
I just want it back the way it was before
And I just wanna see you back at my front door
And I say
Come back, come back, come back to me like
You would before you said it's not that easy
Before the fight, before I locked you out
But I take it all back now
Come back, come back, come back to me like
You would, you would if this was a movie
Stand in the rain outside 'til I came out
Come back, come back, come back to me like
You could, you could if you just said you're sorry
I know that we could work it out somehow
But if this was a movie you'd be here by now
You'd be here by now
It's not the kind of ending you wanna see now
Figure out a better ending.
Oh, I thought you'd be here by now, whoa
Thought you'd be here by now
You have a way of coming easily to me
And when you take, you take the very best of me
So I start a fight 'cause I need to feel somethin'
And you do what you want 'cause I'm not what you wanted
Oh, what a shame
What a rainy ending given to a perfect day
Just walk away
No use defending words that you will never say
And now that I'm sittin' here thinkin' it through
I've never been anywhere cold as you
You put up walls and paint them all a shade of gray
And I stood there lovin' you and washed them all away
And you come away with a great little story
Of a mess of a dreamer with the nerve to adore you
Oh, what a shame
What a rainy ending given to a perfect day
Just walk away
No use defending words that you will never say
And now that I'm sittin' here thinkin' it through
I've never been anywhere cold as you
You never did give a damn thing, honey
But I cried, cried for you
And I know you wouldn't have told nobody
If I died, died for you, died for you
Oh, what a shame
What a rainy ending given to a perfect day
Every smile you fake is so condescending
Counted all the scars you made
Now that I'm sittin’ here thinkin' it through
I've never been anywhere cold as you
Well, my laptop's running out of charge and no-one's been on the whole night. *Shrugs* Looks like I'm going *hugs anyone who comes on*
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[hugs Snow]
[hugs Saph]
Your code is really pretty, too... It's all codey and lettery and numbery and exciting!
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*attacklehugs everyone*
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[hugs Star]
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Hey, Lantern. :)
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Lesson: *is practically ended*
Us: *are standing behind our chairs with our bags and coats on waiting to go*
Biology teacher: Oh, wait a minute. *gets test tube* *pours something in it* *puts universal indicator in* Okay, this is sulphuric acid. You can see how it's gone red. Very strong acid, very nasty. *passes it to someone nearby* Hold that for a minute.
Him: *looks a little freaked out*
Teacher: Now, let's look at Abi's drink. *takes Abi, who's sitting at the front's, fizzy flavoured water and pours some into a test tube* *holds it up for us to see* *puts universal indictor in*
Drink: *turns red*
Us: O_O
Sir: And now you know why the dentist says it's bad for you. Imagine that wearing away your teeth. *passes bottle back to Abi with a grin* Have fun drinking that.
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Oh gods....
Hey Zaf! :)
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Hiya! History is crazy.....skittles.....
Hi...
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In the dimension with Mevolent should I count deaths of characters dead or alive in the regular world? I think so but like Serpine dies twice technically...
It's up to you.
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Yeah deleting that now...so not to upset the masses if you understood me good, if not sorry.
Didn't see it. Sorry.
I should have mentioned, I'm distant.
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Oh my gosh . . .
Months ago, my mum gave me a book of 501 German verbs, fully conjugated, because she thought it might come in useful. I just opened it, to look at the conjugations, because our German teacher is crap and thinks we don't need to learn any grammar (wtf). So I opened it . . . actually, I'm writing this, because I feel like it.
Star leant over her blue (BLUEEEE!) laptop to get the book out of her cupboard. She slide the drawer open and searched through the random sheets of paper and books inside, which were layered up untidily like the layers of biscuit in a digestive biscuit. Finding the book was simple, as it was so thick. She pulled it out, sliding the drawer shut and relaxing back into her crouched position by her blue (BLUEEEEEE!) laptop. On the back were neat columns of writing, like ants marching in sections when going to war. Wait, ants didn't go to war. Well, humans thought they didn't. Maybe they went to war in secret. But that was all beside the point - not that Star had a point, being a spherical bubble, but still . . .
Star flipped over the book to look at the front cover. It said '501' in large bold black writing across the top, and then beneath that, small in comparison but still fairly large, it said 'GERMAN VERBS'. The background was white, and there was a German flag flying from the '1'. Maybe it was trying to see 'The one and only German flag.' Maybe it wasn't. It was never really defined whether it was or not, and Star wasn't paying attention to that anyway, because she'd seen writing beneath the title saying 'fully conjugated in all the tenses' and this voice in her head was saying OH YES. She could learn something from this book. What a useful book it was. She didn't have a clue why there weren't more books like this, although there probably were, people probably just didn't look for them because they were too busy doing nothing.
Star flipped the book open, and the pages separated to reveal a postcard stuck in the pages. Star stared at it, her eyes wide.
Oh my gosh.
That postcard.
I know that.
The torn corner.
Oh my gosh.
Wait, wasn't it a different corner?
The postcard was small and had Lars from that program with Lars and Lena and whatever else, the Swiss one Star never understood because it was all in Swiss-German or whatsit (although she had been so small she wouldn't have understood anyway), the one with the snow and the animals, Lars the polar bear and Lena the rabbit . . . rabbits lived in the snow?
The bottom left corner was all ragged, as if it were an iceberg and the sea had been wearing it away.
And Star recognised it.
Star remembered chewing the corner off the postcard when she was two or three years old or something.
TBC
Star had had this memory for years, but had never thought much of it, but now, staring at this postcard, she was gobsmacked. She remembered it. She remembered chewing the corner off and it going all soggy and wet.
This occasion may not seem particularly momentous, but it was for Star, because her brain was sadly sad, so sad it needed a sad adjective in front of the noun 'sad', because it was just that sad. Plus, she had very few memories of herself at that age. Probably her strongest memory is of when she was very little in Switzerland and was walking along the pavement holding her dad's hand. She was saying happily that when they moved to England, she would be four.
Her second-strongest memory was when her dad was at the foot of her bed saying goodnight, along she more remembered it as a mad random figure who appeared there every night than as her dad, and she closed her eyes, and then five seconds later they were open, it was morning, and the mad random figure was at the foot of her bed again. What?? Star had stared around in confusion, unable to comprehend how one second it was night and the next morning. You see, when Star was a baby, Star would NOT sleep, at all. She would perhaps sleep a bit in the afternoon, and that was more or less it, according to her parents. They would take her around the streets of Amsterdam in her pram, walking around and praying she would nod off. Star feels slightly guilty for giving them this much trouble now she is older . . .
Anyway, so because Star was so accustomed to being awake for ages, she never really had an occasion where she lay down in bed and went to sleep (she can't remember it happening again in the whole of her existence), which is probably why it was such a mystery to her, although it took her many years to work this out.
Yes, as previously stated, she's sad.
It's probably not a big achievement to have an addition to her sad little list of memories from when she was small, as the bigger the list is, the more sad it is (although relatively the same percentage), but nevertheless, and addition she had got, and she shall enjoy it. :)
(Okay, story over. The postcard's from my friend in Switzerland, I think. It's written in German, or Swiss-German, idk, and it's so incredible to look at because it's from so long ago, further than I could remember. O_O Plus, it's all in that language, and . . . and I knew that girl. I think I remember who it's from, but idk.)
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Star stared at it and she could see the BITEMARKS in the postcard.
Had her mouth ever really been that small?
Nowadays, she could engulf the entire section near the corner in one bite, but there were two small half-moons on the edge of the decapitated corner, with toothmarks around the edge.
Oh my gosh.
Her mouth had done that.
Those were her teeth.
But they were so small!
Star wasn't entirely sure why her brain was finding this postcard so hard to compute. Maybe it was because she had, for years, remembered the postcard like a memory of a film, distant, undefined. She'd been unsure, like with all of her distant memories, whether it had actually happened or not.
But it had happened.
The postcard was right here.
As she stared at it, Star felt as if she was seeing something from another dimension that had drifted into this one through a crack in reality. It was as if it was Hunter's jacket (the one with the portals in it) or something. It was slightly hard to believe it was real. And yet it was. Even though she'd known the postcard was real, like she knew Hunter was real, part of her still kind of dismissed it as a trick of her mind. She was sad to admit it, but the part of her thought the same thing about Hunter. In fact, she wasn't sad to admit it. She felt horrified at the admission, because it was just so horrible. I mean, imagine if you didn't exist. People are so beautiful and get so far in life and learn so much, and how is it fair for them not to exist, after all that? It's not fair.
And she's glad the postcard exists, because it's proof that things can seep through the layers of reality every now and then, and if they can do that, then the layers of reality must exist, mustn't they?
Everything exists, somehow, somewhere.
Everything.
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Ahem . . . yes.
*gives up trying to work out what the postcard says and turns to German verb book*
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. . . I swear, this book is almost as crazy as my science revision guides. O_O
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Moss's first memories are from when her family spent a week or so at this cabin which belonged to someone who was sort of an acquaintance of her father's.
She remembers looking across the street (um, dirt road) and seeing a treehouse, and being annoyed that she wasn't allowed to go in it.
She also remembers her mom giving her baby sister (Nelnah was actually shorter than her when she was less than one) a bath in the sink, because there was no bathtub.
Moss remembers being annoyed that there was no bathtub. She didn't fit in the sink.
Moss remembers being annoyed a lot, actually. She was a bit of a brat.
She also remembers some of the bizarre dreams she had when she was little...
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. . . Oh, my gosh.
This book is so useful.
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@Lantern: That's awesome. :) Yay, I'm not the only one with odd memories of littleness! :)
And - oh my gosh. When my sister was a baby, I was so jealous. My sister absolutely adored me, she'd always want to be with me, she thought I was just the best person in the entire world, and I was just horrible to her. I used to say "Leave her alone to swallow a bone and never see her again", and I used to try and jump on her and stuff, and you could never leave us alone because I'd always be at her . . . Now I'm old, I feel really bad about it. :P
(I don't remember most of this, incidentally. I do, however, remember when we'd moved to England and we were in our new house, and we were in the corridor outside the kitchen (the kitchen and bathroom were basically underground. You had windows, because you went down these steps in the garden to see the top of the windows of the kitchen and bathroom, but yeah. And we had a cold tiled stone red-and-yellow checked floor, except there were just a group of yellow tiles were the washing machine was), and my mum wasn't looking at me, she was turning around talking to someone, and then I bit my sister, and my mum turned around and went "HOLLY!", and I remember being O_O at the fact she knew, and I thougth maybe she does have eyes in the back of her head because she wasn't looking at me, but the point is, although I didn't realise this till later - I bit my sister! D: Poor sister! :(
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. . . The point being - I think a lot of people were horrible when they were little. :)
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werde, wirst, wird, werden, werdet, warden . . . *mutters*
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*werden
Sorry, spellcheck.
I mean, nobody's reading it anyway, but . . .
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. . . What?
I flip the page and suddenly they're saying they will loved and I'm like WHAT?
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My sister always clings to me. Not in the literal sense (since she was five, anyway), but she will stick close to me most of the time.
People think we're twins, 'cause we sometimes do the whole know-what-the-other-is-thinking thing... Also she's taller. And we do too much together...
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@Lantern: That's really awesome. :) I've always wanted to be really close to someone like that . . . :)
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There's a spot in my vision and my head hurts...
Bye.
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People think we are the same person
I mean, they don't really, but they call me [Nelnah] a lot...
Since we go everywhere together, it's hard to tell who they're talking to. And people assume things about one of us because of the other.
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@Lantern: People used to call me by my friend's name . . . we look nothing alike whatsoever . . . it was cool :) . . .
And, I see how that would be annoying, but it's still really awesomely cool. :)
And, fours if you're going . . .
#ChaseForBookNine
When you vilify
You begin to nullify
Everything that we've ever done
You're fucking with my head!
As you vilify
All I've ever given
I don't wanna fall apart anymore
I wanna end it right now!
When you vilify
I start to ponder
Every battle every fought, every thought
Imploding in my head
If you vilify
It's a bitter pill that I
Will force you to devour enough
Why don't we end it right now?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WVXV1N-k6FA&list=PLTslNdjmKxFsH5MNgR8xTrd-NmM16-K1a
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*head!
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Ooh, 1717. :)
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Anyone home?
I see there is not.
1) WHAT HAPPENED TO MY NEW BUDDY IOUX?
2) I have posted a new Superfluous Adventure.
3) The comment directly after this comment is CURSED.
((Apologies, my schedule has been rather hectic lately.))
((A curse? I must say, I have never been especially superstitious.))
*ACCEPTS CURSE BECAUSE I AM A BUBBLE AND I'MMMMMMMMM INDESTRUCTIBLE*
Sorry, I was finding a deleted video. I mean, finding a video to replace the one on my playlist that had been deleted. And now I'm doing homework . . .
Sorry.
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Dammit.
Still.
You will be shown . . . how I'm become . . . IN-DES-TRUCT-IBLE.
DAMN, I should have posted that song on Remembrance Day!!!
Oh, well. I already had four. That's quite a lot. I probably didn't remember it on account of it not being depressing. :P
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*I've
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I'M INDESTRUCTIBLE
DETERMINATION THAT IS INCORRUPTIBLE
FROM THE OTHER SIDE, A TERROR TO BEHOLD
ANNIHILATION WILL BE UNAVOIDABLE
EVERY BROKEN ENEMY WILL KNOW
THAT THEIR OPPONENT HAD TO BE INVINCIBLE
TAKE A LAST LOOK AROUND WHILE YOU'RE ALIVE
I'M AN INDESTRUCTIBLE
MASTER OF WAR!
#ChaseForBookNine
((Good evening, Ms. Inkbright.))
((I wonder whether I ought to resume roleplaying from the point at which I left off or, alter my plan accordingly for the amount of real time that has passed since then.))
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@Ioux: I think most people just act like no time has happened, but it's up to you.
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Hullo!
(I may not be able to stay long, but hullo to Precocious's new friend Ioux!)
((Indeed. Resuming where I left off would be more convenient and efficient.))
*The five Hollow Men stand behind Ioux as he presses a button on the tracker*
((Hello Ms. Barnosky. That is alright. I, too, will be forced to depart shortly.))
*pops out of a hole in the ground*
My oh my, that was the fourth oddest trapdoor I've ever fallen through.
*brushes herself off*
Well then, you were saying?
(I may suddenly disappear, but I will stay for as long as I can.)
*Appears in the box that the Hollow Men made*
*Bangs on the wall*
Hey, Ioux! Is this your idea of a joke?
Me and my mum were just trying to complain about my German teacher, but didn't know who the Head of Languages was so are waiting for me to find out . . .
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*looks in consternation at the box*
How did THAT happen?
*glances at the tracker*
Ohhhh . . . I see . . .
It serves not only as a tracker. It can also teleport you to the general area of the box. That's how I got here. Evidently, it works both ways.
*Smiles, putting away the device and walking over to the box*
Hello, Ms. Herald. Are you quite comfortable?
Mum: Where's your school bag, *insert brother's name*?
Brother: *calls* Somewhere mysterious!
Mum: Oh. I can't see it . . .
Brother: *insert brother's name* know where it i-is, *insert brother's name know where it i-is!
Mum: Well, I can't get it if I don't know where it is, can I?
. . . That just seems like such an odd conversation for some reason . . .
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*watches curiously*
Fascinating . . .
I wish I could get a closer look at that tracker . . .
*Does not mention the fact that she has severe claustrophobia*
*Tries to use teleportation amulet to disappear again*
*It doesn't work.*
*Snorts*
Comfortable. Right. What do you want, Ioux?
Amulet?
*image of a golden amulet*
*and a white stripe*
*flashes into her mind*
Amulet . . .
*swallows*
*steps closer to the box*
I expect he wants the original box back.
*Sighs* Why do you insist on behaving like a person of inferior intellect? You are perfectly aware or what I want.
*Silent pause*
The box, Ms. Herald
*doesn't feel useful*
*leans against a tree*
*observes*
Mihos: *waddles around her feet*
*bill smoking slightly*
((Just a note--I am narrating the events in the box, but the planks and green paint are opaque, so Precocious would be unable to see Liz and her amulet, only hear her, correct? Unless seeing through walls is among her list of otherworldly abilities...?))
(I apologize. Of course, seeing through walls is not one of her abilities, unlike playing a good hand of poker, singing like a jazz star, and pretending to be Canadian.)
*Sighs, trying to find a spot where I won't be scratched by the shrubbery*
If I was a person of inferior intellect, I wouldn't have thought to remove the packing slip. You're just lucky I was still holding it. The box is safe from you now.
Ohhhh snap.
((It's perfectly alright. And if I might add, those sound like exceedingly useful abilities.))
Removed the packing slip? How genius.
As always, though, I am a step ahead.
*Presses a button on the tracker, disappearing and reappearing inside the box*
*Scrambles around to the opposite side of the box from Ioux, so the shrubbery is between them*
*Points Chelsea at Ioux*
*eyes widen*
Mister Ioux?
. . .
Mister Ioux!
*looks around*
Where did you disappear to?
. . .
Well, that's just dandy.
*folds arms crossly*
*hears loud scuffling from inside the box*
Oh dear . . .
*blue energy crackles in her eyes*
*and begins to gather in her fists*
Look alive, Mihos, we may have to intervene . . .
Mihos: QUACK.
You found us before. I know you and your friend set up some sort of teleportation link. How does it work?
(I have a question. Did he/you leave the tracker outside when he/you teleported, or did he/you take it in the box with him/you?)
((It would generally appear with the person who used it, but I think it would be interesting if you got to see it, so let's say it's outside.))
Mihos: QUA-ack?
Hmm?
What's that you've got there?
Oh . . .
*slowly picks up the tracker*
Ohhhhh . . .
Dude, I'm the one with the gun.
*Is emotionally off-balance from the confined space and actually might shoot*
Yes, but would you ever use it?
((The tracker looks sort of like a TV remote and old-fashioned GPS combined. There are lots of buttons, none labeled.))
((I will have to disappear very very soon for a bit over an hour, I imagine.))
*it's a flax, gray box*
*covered with knobs, dials, and meters*
*there's a long black strap so you can put it on your shoulder*
*like a purse*
*there area few little blinky lights*
*and some beeping buttons*
*and it looks all in all like a really cool toy*
Hmmmm . . .
*sees the red needle bobbing in one of the meters*
Hmm . . .
Focused on the box . . .
Yep, yep yep . . .
Oh, I haven't seen a gadget this interesting since I worked with Babbage and Lovelace . . .
*chuckles and wonders which button to push first*
I sounded like Effie for a minute there... *Sort of half-laughs*
*Suddenly takes a step closer to Ioux, who instinctively moves away*
Don't question the things I would do for my family.
((Ioux and I must leave now, sorry!))
(That's alright, I may well have to do the same.)
Hmmm . . .
*presses a small, green button*
*trapdoor opens a few yards away*
Huh!
So THAT'S how that happened?
*twiddles a dial*
Hmm . . . erm . . . ah!
*she finds a radio station*
. . . Why am I getting WKMV Shanghai?
*flips the dial back to off*
And how come Mister Ioux gets all the cool toys?
(Watch how I artfully vanish myself.)
What about this one?
*presses blue button*
*trapdoor opens beneath her*
OH NOOOOOOOOOO . . .
*voice trails away*
(I am now gone, with Mister Ioux's tracker. Sorry about that. I would LOVE to continue this next time we bump into each other!)
*sits with pie*
We played with the chicks a lot...
Tzipora was the one I had. She's kinda deformed
Although I have gut feeling it's a he.
OH MY GOSH.
Chaos Walking is AMAZING.
I'm not even kidding.
AMAZING.
And now, I'm off to see the Wizard, the Wonderful Wizard of Oz . . . okay, I'm not, but I'm off anyway. *hugs Adra* *yays for chicks* *poofs*
#ChaseForBookNine
*cautiously steps into Blogland* ...Hello.
#ChaseForBook9
Bye Star!!
Aretha! *hugs*
ARETHA TESLA!!!!
Wow Zaf, I honestly thought it's take longer for you to comment that...
You're GETTIN LAZEH :3
I was busy.....i was figuring out my mic but im hereish
Adra! *hugs back* It's been ages. Again.
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Oh, hey Zaf.
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Aretha.....*hits with thesauri* you and Niccolò get that!!!
I read something that said that when Archduke Franz Ferdinand was shot in the throat, he didn't want to leave Countess Sophie Maria (his wife, or soon to be? I don't remember). She was shot in the stomach and it did damage to her uterus...
But he didn't want to leave her
HE REFUSED MEDICAL ATTENTION BECAUSE HE LOVED HER TOO MUCH TO LEAVE HER
And apparently they had to remove her still born..
It's just so sad I can't..
(Or so I have heard..))
Heh. Cool.
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Yeah you don't say m'dear. *cuddles Ari* I've been meaning to thank you- you kinda inspired me to take a self defense class...
And I start... Tomorrow I think. Yeah
Thanks :)
Anyway- how are you?
Because you seem... Preoccupied
Oh... I don't know who that is, Adra, but that is sad...
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Sorry i hit with thesauri now! *giggles* if I poof i'll be back shortly but i has a while....
Their assassination started World War 1, basically
Oh, sweet! Self defense is awesome. I hope that goes well for you!
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Kk Zaf-
Oh, ok. I never knew their names.
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I don't know what I'll do....hmm explode....oh Ari you missed it Ravel....me.,..*grins*
You mean you and Ravel are dating? Because I knew that, but yeah.
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Alright.,. I'll take that as a "not doing so hot"
*hugs her tightly* Email me if you want
Oh! Thank you. Maybe I will. I don't really have anything to complain about, aside from school which is still (unfortunately) a thing. I mean, I'm fine, but not ecstatic...? I dunno, I fluctuate.
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Ah... In any case, you can if you want. Even if it isn't necessarily anything life-changing or big *shrugs* My inbox is open 24/7
*flicks her nose* I'm glad you're back, though
You've been gone so I hope you're okay. *huggles* Oh Ari I needed to speak in a...more proper way for drama like a Brittish accent so I keep thinking how Niccolò would speak because he's so proper. Yeah sorry I needn't make you think I am fangirling but it helped me think how to pronounce words.
Thank you. *hugs* You're great, you know that?
I'm glad that helped, Zaf. Niccolò is glad he was useful to you.
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Dude out Julius Caesar skit is set in 1920s Chicago... And we're all mobsters so we have to do that thug accent
It's the best
I have like...5 lines but still. Helped a lot. Thanks both of you
So whats new with you? Oh. By the way Mevolent is back. Anyhow! *tries to look happy*
Ohmygosh, that's fantastic!
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..people have been saying that a lot. I'm not being great... Just nice.
IT SHOULDNT BE A RARITY TO BE NICE *sobs*
But ta.
WAIT
*gives her a skulcake*
Mevolent. Yeah, Samantha Bliss told me. What's gone on while I was away?
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Quite a lot, actually..
Serpine is in custody Hyde is as well, no appearemces of Mevolent himself yet. And Erskine and I are apparently now shipped as we're dating. Oh and I was meaning to ask you or Niccolò to help me with my fighting skills as I suck. (Oh shiz msd for 10min tops)
Mm. Well, yeah, I agree, but just in general- you're great. You should know that.
...You know, being here is already making me feel better.
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I'm glad Ari! *hugs* seeing you made me smile
MINE
Hyde? Haven't we already killed him twice now?
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Yeah he's a lil' bitch
And that's good. *bows grandly* It is our pleasure
How the heck is he back?
#ChaseForBook9
No idea?
Hm. Ok then.
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Right so.
Oh wait!
Hang on, it's time for me to take Dimka out*
*runs into her lab, her sides less stiff from the day before and finds a document on her table*
*scans it*...Hell..
*drops the fire and retrieves Dimitri, letting him walk from the lab first*
*comes back* Okay
Hello...
Dr. K wants to see some of my writing...
[Doesn't really want to share it]
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Everything alright?
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Hey, Moss. Can you politely decline?
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The you shouldn't have to, Fabi?
Yep! *picks up the fox* He got hurt the other day.. I make him go out and exercise once a day
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