My Christmas tree is up. It actually went up a few weeks ago. It's not a REAL Christmas tree. I mean, it's real ENOUGH. It's not IMAGINARY. If you threw it at someone, it'd hit them. But it's made from assorted plastics and stuff. Also it's black. It looks awesome, but lacks that Christmas tree smell. But I don't mind that. My folks have a real Christmas tree up, and that's where Christmas happens anyway, so who cares if my house doesn't smell of pine needles? Not me. Not really.
Not... really...
Anyway, yes, the tree. It's up. The presents are bought. They're not wrapped, but they're bought. Most of them. Okay, I haven't a clue what to get my dad, but he's a dad. He'll be happy with socks. Fathers are simple creatures.
So... tree up. Presents bought. These are things I set aside time to do, because I needed to set aside time. I've been so busy lately that if I hadn't set aside this time, I just wouldn't get around to it. There are loads of things I just didn't have time for, like sending out Christmas cards. I love sending out cards. I try to combine it with answering all the letters from readers, so when I send off a reply, they get a Christmas card too. How lovely! But not this year. Answering all those letters, sending all those cards, would take two days at a minimum, and they are two days I can't afford to take off writing.
The writing is going well, by the way. I've been focussing on short stories these last three weeks, building up quite a collection of new stuff. Each of these stories will be told in a different "voice" than the one you're used to. You'll see what I mean when you read them.
One thing that I haven't decided on yet are the Christmas Skype calls I was planning on making. Essentially, I was going to take an hour one day and just fit as many three-minute Skype calls into that hour as I could. It seemed like a lovely idea at the time, but I'm not so sure anymore. Not everyone who wanted a call would be available on that hour, and so I'd have to field quite a few complaints. Then there'd be the people who'd want a one-on-one chat, when I'd only be comfortable chatting if there were two or more people in the room with you. Basically, my idea would end up causing a whole lot of hassle that I could really do without, so I just don't know.
Okay then, enough jibber-jabber. I have work to do.
Be cool, my Minions.
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*Priya takes some snow, and presses it to her shoulder* *She disappears for a moment*
*Adra quickly gathers her cloak, and runs for the fire*
((I suppose the same response applies to you, Adra.))
*continues as if no one else was there*
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(I would be upset, Miss Zafira would. Hyde could care if you lived or died.
Mr. Croatoan, how likely would the odds of Hyde unhinging Niccolò enough to release a name? Hyde's magic in due time depending on resistance can unhinge someone.)
(Why, thank you, Sir. Assuming you meant that the obvious answer was yes.)
*takes the kettle off the heat*
*pours a cup of tea*
*pauses thoughtfully*
*pours one for Sir*
*and leaves the building*
*sipping her cup of tea*
*which gently cools in the frosty air*
*Priya comes back, and sees her friend gone* *She facepalms*
*In the meantime, Adra steps by Henry* this isn't safe, Henry
((I have grown quite fond of your presence here, Annika. Your sudden, inexplicable disappearance would be rather concerning.))
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((Snow, you mean you're not worried by the fact that he's dead? You stone-hearted fiend!))
((Things haven't changed a bit, have they? And who am I to expect that they will? Well then.))
(('Course we like you, Anni! You're awesome and you're brilliant.))
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(I love you, Anni! You're amazing!!!*hugs*)
Indeed I did, Ms. Barnosky.
*offers the cup of the good Doctor's recently-made tea to Ms. Priya*
(Awh. That makes me feel all warm and fuzzy right here.
*points to her heart*
And right here.
*points to her spleen*)
(You speak of Alastair Cruciatus with fear, most of you. I do not like Hyde but I wonder if the two would get along in their quest of causing harm on others.)
((I am currently the most unhinged I have ever been in my life, and for several centuries I've only moved further and further from sane. I daresay I am too far gone to be reached even by a presence seeking to further disturb me.))
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*pushes her way through the snow*
*to her van*
*climbs into the driver's seat*
*and sets her teacup on the dashboard*
*turns the key in the ignition*
*as Khasiis whispers in her head*
Khasiis: Are you planning on sleeping tonight?
No, of course not.
Khasiis: Pity. The nightmares are always so fun.
(Your anatomical skills are appalling)
*Priya shakes her head*
*Adra carefully sits next to Niccolò, yet not too close*
((I must apologize if I reply slowly and/or not at all to any of your comments- I am currently operating through a touch screen rather than an actual keyboard.))
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(Huh. Can I go annoy your copy as it appears you are beyond the help of anyone. I would love to see how he'd react to Hyde attacking him as as Miss Zafira puts it, copy Niccolò needs his manners checked.)
Khasiis: Three days.
I won't see Christmas.
Khasiis: Shame.
I know.
Khasiis: I'm sure Oscar will have a very merry Christmas, though.
. . .
Khasiis: He'll be happy, I think. Thrilled to finally have you dead and out of the way. That's all he wanted, wasn't it? To win the game?
And now he'll be free to spend his holidays finally rid of your treacherous poison. All snuggled up next to Trish in front of the fire . . .
Now you're just being cheap.
Khasiis: I am you, you are me, you are cheap, I am cheap.
*shrugs*
If you insist, Ms. Priya.
(Fortunately, few people come to me for anatomical advice.)
*She reaches over carefully, then decides not to*
*She thinks again*
*She takes Niccolò's hand*
*Priya goes to find something to eat, in a hunt*
(Indeed.
Pack your bags, everyone. Anni's takin us on a feels trip.)
(( fabi: you had me worried because you said Snowduggery: and the first thing that came to mind was a ship. now think, who would that ship involve? get why i was worried?
sorry i went distant. i was too busy laughing at my fail Oscar. ))
((He'll not change for the likes of Hyde, or anyone at all, in truth, however if Hyde can find him he is welcome to attempt to do as he pleases.
Actually, Annika, I had wanted to ask if you might allow me some interaction with Oscar, whenever it would not inconvenience you.))
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*sits there*
*as the cold car slowly warms up*
Khasiis: I don't understand why this is so difficult for you.
You can have everything, don't you see? Just let me in. Let me back in and I will be at your beck and call!
You are nothing but blood and death. That's all you desire. You don't care about me.
Khasiis: When we are together again, I will make you the most powerful woman in the world. We can rip and rend and sunder Blogland apart! You can have anything you desire! Adra will be happy and never hurt again, Echo-Tarot will live once more, Oscar . . . Well, when you're the most powerful woman in the world, I daresay Oscar will do whatever you want him to do.
I don't want him to do anything.
Khasiis: But we both know that's not quite true.
Get out of my head, Khasiis.
You are no part of me anymore. You're an alien. A ghastly foreign devil. Get out!
Khasiis: I will not.
Get out!
Khasiis: Three more days. Three more days.
*his hand continues to make motions as if writing, despite the fact that it is no longer in contact with paper* *still seems not to notice anything*
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*gets up and walks through the area following where he believes copy Niccolò* Oh Niccolò! Where are you, little coward!
((anni i just e-mailed you the picture of Oscar. ))
(I'm afraid I'll have to go soon, Niccolo, but I'll let you and Oscar chat before Precocious's three days are up.)
I will stop you.
Khasiis: You will die.
If I die, you'll die too.
Khasiis: You'll die in me, and I'll be you!
Damn you, Khasiis! Set me free!
Khasiis: Can't you see, you are me?
Why are we quoting Jekyll and Hyde?
Khasiis: I'm not sure.
. . .
Khasiis: . . .
. . . I am going to die.
I know that.
But somehow, SOMEHOW, I will bring you down with me.
Khasiis: Echo-Tarot can't help you.
He'd die trying.
Khasiis: He's dead already.
Yes. He died trying.
Khasiis: Oscar won't help you.
And I won't ask him to.
Khasiis: Adra won't help.
She would, but she can't.
Khasiis: Sir won't help.
He might want to, but he can't.
Khasiis: You. Will. DIE.
Don't you get that!?
You will DIE in three days.
512 all comes to an end,
in three
miserable
days.
Merry Christmas to me.
(Miss Zafira wishes to inform Aretha that she now bought the Repo of the Genetic Opera soundtrack off iTunes and says she thought of you, I myself am hoping Zafira will allow me to continue without her annoying voice.)
*She turns slightly to him*
Niccolò... You probably can not hear me, but in the event that you can- we're here for you, and we are trying to help you. *She reaches up and, in a motherly way, brushes his hair aside*
And we will save you. Mark my words.
*Priya begins to cook, tapping her fingers lightly*
(:/ okay Anni)
Ioux can't move.
In the real world, he can't move because he's unconscious.
In the dreamworld, it's because Judith won't let him.
Tears stream down both of their faces, but Ioux doesn't really feel guilty. He did what he had to. He's just sad he didn't get to do more.
Judith, on the other hand, feels extremely guilty. She almost considers letting him go. Almost, but not quite.
((Sorrrryyyyyy! I have writer's block on the Rook bit!))
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(( right then... i think i have to go... *hugs all* see ya!! *shudders at the thought of what would have been if fabi ment snowduggery as a ship* *disappears*))
*violently throws the van into gear*
*and drives off down the street*
Khasiis: Three days.
I'll survive 'em.
Khasiis: You'll go mad.
I already have!
Khasiis: Say goodbye to your van and your friends.
I already have.
Khasiis: Say goodbye to Oscar.
. . .
Khasiis: *laughs*
*sing-song voice*
512 years of misery and what is it all for?
Nothing.
Nothing!
You're destroying yourself!
You are going mad, and you are killing yourself from the inside!
*coughs violently*
*blood splatters agains the dashboard*
*as the van disappears down a dark, winding road to nowhere*
((Your monologues are painful to read, Annika.
Aretha appreciates the mention. If I respond very slowly, I apologize.))
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(I appreciate the reference, Miss Annika. I'll see you there, Jekyll. That is a good line of mine.)
I'm done.
Done with being treated like shit. Done with being ignored. Done with being hated on behind my back.
You don't understand these urges I have. Every time I see a knife, I think to myself, "I could just kill myself right now."
No one would miss me.
None of you would even notice, tbh. You'd just think I didn't have time for Blogland anymore and move on.
All my friends would probably be smiling at my funeral. Half my family wouldn't even show up.
So I'm done with life. And don't try to lie to me and say things you don't mean. I know who hates me here and who doesn't. There's always that one annoying person in your class that nobody can stand, but you want to be nice to them because you try to be nice in general. Yeah, I'm that annoying kid.
Bye.
(Thank you. I consider it a very high compliment, that my monologues are painful.
And now, I must depart.
Goodbye.)
Mara! That's ridiculous. We love you! Your writing is amazing! And-
*tackles* *pins there* I do know, Mara. I do know the feeling. In case you've forgotten, we both went through the exact same bullshit. You aren't alone. I know the feeling.
I love you Mara. You can't forget that
(Goodbye Miss Annika.)
(Goodbye Annika)
((Thank you, Annika.
Goodbye, Snow.
Fabienne, I am reading your comments.))
*hand twitches almost imperceptibly, more likely chance than a response*
Copy: *voice emirates from all around* Give me a good reason to waste my time on a heathen like you, and I might.
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(Damn I'm writing you an email, Mara..)
*grins wider* Because I worship your gods, Szoren. Oh yes I know that name. I'm a Sense-Warden you may say. So I believe unless you like killing you should be a nice soul and show yourself.
((On the contrary, Maralie, I find your enthusiasm quite refreshing. You've certainly made Aretha happier on many a dark day simply by being who you are.))
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(Very well, I shall break my character of hating everyone. Mara, you are loved, all your Harralie makes me smile. You know haters can hate but you keep your light shinning. )
Copy: Oh, but I simply adore killing. And you've still not given me reason to do anything but leave. Even if you're a believer, you're boring.
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*Adra presses snow to her face with her other hand*
*She stops talking, to look at the Philosopher's stone around her neck*
..Niccolò, no one is lost. Not even you.
(Mara- I emailed you..)
And then I freeze up, and can't think of anything to say that doesn't rhyme and sound all cheesy.
I wish I could wave my wand and fix things.
I love you, all of you, and I want you to be okay.
I hope you know by now
How much you mean to me
But if you don't
I don't think
There's anything
I can say
That will do anything
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So you do not mind me using this name? I could use a fellow believer. Mevolent has ordered the deaths of the American and Irish Elders. He told me you would be of use. I have a way to lure the Grand Mages. I also hear highy of one of your names, Alastair Cruciatus. Maybe I'm hoping he'll take a visit.
*Hugs Fabi too*
*Cuddles all, in the stream of thought or no, character or in physical form*
*shows no sign of having heard her*
((You know, I quite dislike being so far distant, even out of character.))
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(*nods*)
*She sighs* *Said to herself* Give it time...
*She doesn't let go of his hand*
*Takes out a water, feeling the pains in her stomach ache from hunger*
[hugs]
[hugs]
[hugs]
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Copy: Fine. I care not how we deal with the rest, but I'll need you to take the elder Tesla by yourself. She won't be difficult at all so long as you don't let her clods to you, but if I come within earshot of her, I have almost no chance of leaving with my loyalties intact. You can use memories of her killing her family against her; that'll render her useless at best.
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Very well. Where would she be? I shall take her out while you deal with the Grand Mages...maybe save Kerias til the Ball...you made a deal to let a name of yours go with her.
(*hugshugshugshugshugs*)
*Adra pulls away for a moment, feeling the ache in her stomach worsen, as if a knife was in it, twisting* *going to her bag, she pulls out a salad, and collapses into the snow, feeling the exhaustion seep into her* *She takes a bite and nearly gets sick*
*She has to put it away* *She buries her head in her arms quietly*
((Would that I could heal you, if only barely...
Thank you, Fabienne, simply for caring for people. It is much appreciated.))
Copy: Aretha, right now, will be in the Manhattan Sanctuary.
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*She sits up, wiping her eyes and pulling out her book* *She goes through it madly*
Very well. *within a few momentz Niccolò sees the teleporter and the next minute Hyde vanishes appearing silently behind Aretha in the Manhattan Sanctuary* Greetings, Miss Tesla.
(Nooooo)
(I should inform you this is s different teleporter. I am skilled in the area of the mind, I can manipulate people very easily. The man could be loyal to Zafira but if I so desired to I could make him loyal to Mevolent. It is what I have worked on for 200 years.
*freezes* *turns head just a tiny bit, almost imperceptivly, and slowly raises hands* Please, this is a public place; I don't want any trouble... *all in the course of a second, turns tightly, keeping arms close to self so movements are harder to see, and drives a splayed hand into his face, aiming to dig fingers deep into his eyes*
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((Niccolò wants to apologize for being a sad/difficult/practically nonexistent companion, Adra.))
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(Noooooooooooooooo
I don't have the emotional capacity
Noooo)
*She blinks a few times, imagines from her recurring nightmare flashing behind her eyes every time she shuts them, even for the slightest millisecond*
*Hands begin to shake, grips the book tighter, they shake harder. Sweat pools at the forehead- her nightmares seeping into reality*
*ducks away from Aretha* They said you would be hard to kill. *looks at her for a split second and allows the memories of her killing her own family to resurfsce* *already has a knife ready, eager for the hunt of the victim*
(It isn't a problem)
*It then stops*
*Adra stops*
*Her stomach ache continues*
*she gasps and her eyes immediately fill with tears, but she's already moving now so she tries desperately not to think, confident she'll be ok if she can just empty her mind and let instinct take over* *she lets out a loud, piercing scream as she grabs his knife hand in both of hers and simultaneously aims a hard kick for his groin* *steps forward on her leg as it lands to press his knife arm tightly against her body with one arm and slam the other elbow into his windpipe* *chockes back a sob, vision blurring* *relies on her hold on him rather than her vision to feel how he responds and react*
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(I apologize if I suddenly disappear. Some things just went down... Meh.
But yeah. *hugs if I disappear*)
((You're welcome... I think...))
Rook walks through the graveyard, carrying a potted flower. He doesn't know much about flowers that aren't poisonous, but this looks like some sort of violet. Mostly because it's purple.
((GAH. Sounds too casual. Rook is so...stiff compared to most of my other characters. It's hard to write that way...))
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*stays silent, a smile forming* Remember what you did to them. *makes it seem like he's trying to get free but instead punches her in face and starts to attempt to kick free* *whispers* Remember what you did to them.
((Oh, that's fine, Adra. I hope everyone is ok... *hugs*
*hugs everyone*
Well, it can help you grow as a writer to try different styles, Fabi, even though at first you won't be satisfied with them.))
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(Different styles help growth.. Comfort zones and all.
And ta)
*She leans back, wish a slight shiver, shutting her eyes from the bouts of exhaustion, fatigue threatening to shut her mind down again* *She tries to stay awake, and away from the nightmares, but it's proving to be more difficult than she thought*
*Pulls out a thermos of tea, drinks it*
*raises shoulder even higher and ducks head down to absorb the punch* *strengthens grip on his knife arm and shoulder, digging her long fingernails in* *forcefully pulls him closer as she sends several hard knees to his body in quick succession, headbutting him once while she's at it, careful to raise her shoulders first* *pulls the arm on his shoulder/neck back and drives an elbow across his jaw, which will split the skin right open if it lands, then brings the arm back with a scratch across his eyes before returning it to its position* *she can barely see at all now and is starting to lose focus, and prays she's drawn even a little blood*
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*is able to handle the impact due to his clothes being armoured but its obvious she managed to cause him a bit of pain, rare for Hyde* *makes the memories more realistic as if she is there watching helplessly as her family dies* *flips knife arm driving another one for her hand*
((Yeah. I suppose...))
((Oh, how much of what I've been hinting at with Rook is obvious, and how much do I need to spell out?))
((Not that you can answer that perfectly, but... Yeah.))
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((hugs Adra))
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(Zafira wishes to say that with her the obvious is never the obvious.)
*She reaches back into her bag, then forces herself to eat, shovelling down the salad until it is all gone*
*Her stomach doesn't feel much better than before, and she quickly goes to retrieve firewood, coming back a few minutes later with a stack, tending to the flames*
*Something rolls off her finger, and she thinks nothing if if until she sees the onyx ring in the coals. Upon instinct, she reaches forward to grab it, and her fragile skin burns instantly* *She gasps, taking a step back, watching as the ring quickly heats up, then the metal around the stone begin to melt*
*She blames the symbols she put on the side, then sticks her hand into the snow*
((Alright...))
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*feels the knife sink into her hand and, rather than fighting it, drives her hand deeper into the blade and grabs his hand, trapping that arm against her body as well* *for only the second time in her life, lets anger and desperation become the fuel for her attacks* *kicks him twice more, then kicks his knee, aiming to blow it out, then quickly steps closer and aims straight for a hard bite on the side of his neck*
#ChaseForBook9
(I appear to now have Night Surgeon in my head. Specifically the 'I remember' part. )
((*hugs Fabi*))
((If you mean about what you just wrote, it seemed pretty obvious to me))
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*hisses in pain from the kick and the material of his clothing protects his neck* *goes limp, appearing to have been beaten*
*isn't satisfied with a limp body, as she's been trained not to keep hitting as the body falls to the floor, but is still exhausted and now holding him up* *moves her mouth up from his neck and bites down hard on as large a chunk of his ear as she can get, and pulls*
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*Adra sighs, lying down in the snow on her side, one arm outstretched and buried, the other curled against herself* *She allows for her eyes to close, more than sure of the nightmares that will come, but is too tired of sleep deprivation to care any more*
*jerks back and tries to just throw her off until someone else appears in the room, Barom Vengeous himself*
Baron: Get it done, Hyde.
*hisses* I am. You try killing her.
((Not what I just wrote specifically, but the character in general...))
((Like... I've been trying to convey what he thinks and what he won't let himself form into thoughts, and I wish I could see it from the other side...))
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*releases her hold on his first knife arm and slips behind him quickly, placing him in a choke hold that will knock him out in between 2 and 4 seconds* *glares daggers at Vengeous, eyes still streaming with tears* *voice is frighteningly calm* Get out of my Sanctuary.
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*collapses to the ground*
Vengeous: Certainly *glares at Aretha*
(I think I'm just going to watch for a bit)
*sends a punch at him from where she stands at the other side of the room, letting fire roll off her arm and follow the same trajectory* *voice starts as a shout and ends as a scream* I said get out!
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((hugs Adra))
((is just watching as well))
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((Ok, Adra. Sorry... :/
Yeah, I know what you mean, Fabi.))
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Vengous: *ducks grabs Hyde and they vanish* *they appear by the copy* Croatoan....deal with Kerias and Ravel!
((Alright, give me a minute to transition between characters now. Actually... I think I'll just speak for both of us for now.))
*takes in a deep, shuddering breath, and closes eyes tightly* *releases the breath in stifled sobs* *there's a thin slash across her body from when she slipped to Hyde's back, and her right hand is torn clean open and bleeding freely* *pulls a short knife from her pocket and slices off part of her pants to wrap around her hand, blood immediately starting to seep through* *trembling and still sobbing lightly, she sinks to the ground and dials Adra's number with shaking fingrs*
Copy: *looks at the two, then smirks* Hyde is incompetent. I specifically instructed him not to get close to Aretha. He probably couldn't get over his desire for dramatic effect.
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((Possibly msd soon, but I'll be back if I do))
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*She picks up immediately*
*She tries to sound awake* Ari.. Where are you? Are you okay?
*Behindher shoulder, Adra calls for Priya, immediately beginning to clear snow and drawing on the rocks*
(Ari we can continue tomorrow if you poof.
Vengeous: Yes well go dral with the American or Irishman. I don't care, he'll wake and heal himself
*laughs a little through the sobs* No, not really... I mean, I'm fine, I just need my hand to stop bleeding, and it's already soaking through a few layers of fabric. And, thanks. Very much.
#ChaseForBook9
I'm at the Sanctuary, in my office. A bit surprised nobody heard me.
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*She looks at her phone*
This is... Your office phone. *She touches the portal and it cracks open, light pouring through. She and Priya leap through, and Adra runs immediately to her, and Priya kneels on Ari's other side, placing one hand over her hand, the other over her chest* *Adra puts her hands over Priya's*
Right. This won't hurt a bit. I swear.
*Priya begins to quickly heal her, her fast pace stemming from Adra's energy, which she steals for power*
Copy: *begins to laugh* And, what, you were afraid to deal with her yourself? Afraid of a little girl? She's only 19!
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(I apologize if that seemed very quick. But if you disappear, I may as well. And I wanted you to be okay before I sleep- a good conscience.
Well
Physically.)
Vengeous: *turns on* Be quiet. I myself was not assigned to her. I have other plans, you can do what you were ordered. Or remember, I will use your name, deal or no deal.
*stands up and has healed self* She's a demon!
(If I do vanish I have fallen asleep.)
Rook had expected the graveyard to be empty. Janis and Sandra were both at the Sanctuary giving official statements and Judith's few other friends probably wouldn't know she was dead.
Instead, there was a brunette woman in a black overcoat standing there. She wore glasses and carried a briefcase. It took him a moment to recognize her, and when he did, he turned away and set the potted violet he was holding by another grave, as if that was what he meant to do all along.
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*Adra's body slumps to the side, running on less than the bare minimum, only enough energy left to keep her heart beating* *Adra falls against the floor and Priya closes Aretha's wounds, before going though Adra's bag to find the potion that stimulates the mitosis of more blood cells*
Hello Jazlyn
Priya, *speaks between heavy breaths, but is recovering fairly quickly* what's wrong with Adra?
Copy: *bursts into a laughing fit at Hyde* I did tell you not to get close to her. You'd better fix that incompetency of yours if you want to be if any use to the gods. What did she do to you?
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(Sometimes I do wonder if I'm Spirit's only fangirl... Hmmm...))
(And people call me weird... *Shakes her head slowly* That's why I love you guys. You make me feel like I belong somewhere...))
((Of course you belong! *hugs* You're wonderful, Death.))
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(Right back at ya, Ari! *Hugs back tightly* Love you!))
((Love you too, sister. Awesome picture, bu the way.
Also, msd. I need to get up early tomorrow...))
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(Mined just Marcaline. I'm learning to play the guitar, too... That's... Eventful...
Kk!!))
(I fell asleep Ari how about we do this tomorrow I'm falling asleep
Night
It's very quiet here.
#ChaseForBook9
(I'm so sorry for falling asleep!!!)
Also- not really here... Indeed to try to sleep again
Hello.
#ChaseForBookNine
I think I've worked out what I want to do for my Bloglandian Christmas present. :)
So wbd, attempting to create that.
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Hello...?
HEY PEOPLE *Tackle everyone* WHATS HAPPENING IN MINION VILLE?
Good Day Miss Aussie Ninja stalker!!! (Does Aussie Ninja stalker mean you stalk ninjas from austalia? or does it mean you are an australian ninja/stalker
Sorry I'm a little bit hyper... it happens sometimes. Gee this place is like a ghost town. HELLO IS ANYONE HERE? AM I ALONE IN THIS SMALL WORLD?
I'm all alone. Now I can reveal my darkest secret MWAHAHAHAHA! Or I could just sit here quitely for ages then post a realllllllllllly long post out of no where about a random subject... hmmm decisions decisions...
Hello?
Wbd
Rhy!!!
Rose!!!
How are you?
Okay i've decided to go with the quite for ages then long post thing. What to ramble about... I'll ramble about...
Okay so i've decided to ramble about penguins. I've researched about penguins and heres what I found out. Penguins are flightless aquatic birds that live only in the southern hemisphere. They are adapted for life in water with black and white plumage. What was originally wings have evoled into flippers. They eat sealife caught while swimming under water. They spend around half their life in water. Although you mainly think of penguinsa in the south pole they also live in the temperate zone and near the equater. The largest species of penguins are emperor penguins and the smallest are Little Blue Penguins also known as Fairy penguins. For the majority the bigger the penguin the colder the climate it lives in. Okay so thats my ramble about penguins.
I'm good! I'm good! I was playing Legend of Zelda before... It was weird... And my iPod charger is being a pain in the butt because the wires are broken and not charging properly...
How are you?
Oh hello people that have come on how are you sorry bout that no one was on and I was bored so I Went on a ramble to pass the time. Want a skuttle cookie *Holds up plate of skuttle cookies* Their fresh
Oh right. Anything else or that it Rose?
Hello Silente! Nice to meet you! *shakes hand*
Hello Mr Saint have a cookie. Sorry about the penguin thing I was passing time.
Oh, call me Rhydian! And it's fine.....penguins are awesome. :) *takes cookie* Thank you
Hey people! *waves*
Sorry I'm distant, doing a thingymajingee.
It failed, and then it failed more, and then it wasn't failing but wasn't being too great, and now it's looking epic so it's all good. :)
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Okay then Rhydian. Now i've have a question for you both although you may not have thought about this. What is your disapline? Are you Adept, Elemental, Monster, Zombie, Vampire or Mortal?
I'm an Elemental. Looking for possible other disciplines though. What is yours?
Hey Star!! How are you?
Was an adept but got turned by a vamp unfortunatly. Now I live with my flamingdodo Flame in my house and, you know, live my life. As you do.
@Ink hey ink how are you? *looks at waving hand* *Tackle hugs*
BOO! Won't be here for long, but BOO! Aaand now you're all deathly scared ;)
Uncle Derek, I see what you mean with the Skype session. I think you can make a Twitcam appearance, like Ally Carter did, twice. So you can talk about you and answer questions when people tweet them. That way you can have a chit-chat session with everyone, where everyone can see you, but you won't have to see anyone in particular. International fans can see you too, even if they can be on at the specific time, they can watch the video later on the website. Isn't that a fabulous solution? All you need is a webcam, a twitter account and Internet connection.
Hey Flora! :)
I'm good, thanks, Silente and Rhydian. :) Hi to both of you! :)
Hi Death! :)
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*Spins with unnerving grace* Hello Queen Flore Ophelia of the Flowers; Leader of the New Land of Stickers; Prophet of the New Order; General of the Something People how are you. Also Flame say BOO back.
Hiya Flora! How are you?
And the akward silence of nothingness begins...
It's General of the Shadow People, Silente :)
I'm good thank you
Have we met?
@Rhydian: Hellooo, I'm good thanks, you?
No we haven't met before that I know of. Allow me to introduce my self. I am Silente Tempest a vampire and this here *Indicates orange dodo* Is a Flamingdodo called Flame. Carefull he may randomly Combust.
@Flora: Not too bad....Shattered mostly. Didn't sleep much. I blame myself for watching YouTube videos...
Well, it's nice to meet you Silente and Flame :)
Oh dear, silly Rhydian :P
need to disappear now, will be back later :)
Goodbye quenn Flora Ophelia of the...
[FLAME:SQUARK!]
Flame says bye
Fours, Flora! :(
@Rhydian: Hope you get more sleep soon. :)
Priscilla had a VERY good idea up there. :)
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(Rhydian's picture makes me want to cry)
Gtg now. Stuff to do. See y'all later!
Bye Guys i'm going to put up a christmas tree now (Yes Its Late But Oh Well) Might be on again later might not. CYA BYE PEOPLE!!! ENJOY YOUR LIVES AND YOU TALKS ON BLOG LAND AND DON'T FORGET TO HAVE A VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS. JUST ONE FINAL THING TO SAY.
We wish you a Merry Christmas
We wish you a Merry Christmas
We wish you a Merry Christmas
And a Happy New Year
Good tidings we bring
To you and your kin
We wish you a Merry Christmas
And a Happy New Year
Now bring us some figgy pudding
Now bring us some figgy pudding
Now bring us some figgy pudding
And a cup of good cheer
We won’t go until we get some
We won’t go until we get some
We won’t go until we get some
So bring it right here
So bring us some figgy pudding
So bring us some figgy pudding
So bring us some figgy pudding
And bring it right here
Good tidings we bring
To you and your kin
We wish you a Merry Christmas
And a Happy New Year
Repeat Chorus Three Time
Goodbye you two! *waves*
Back....kinda :P
*reappears*
I need to go and buy last-minute Christmas presents sooner or later . . .
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I know what I'm getting people, though.
Sorta.
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FOUR DAYSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
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Hello! *waves*
I still have to finish my mom's present, get my step brother and dad's, then my bother- I mean bRother's.
I THINK I have everyone's...knowing my luck I'll probably have forgotten someone :P
@Flora and Adra: Yay on presents. :) :)
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How is everyone? :)
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I'm okay- it's raining and cold out and I have horseback in about 50 minutes.
Rlly
@Adra: *laughs* If you'd waited for me to respond (which might, admittedly, have taken a while), I'd've taken first for you. :)
Good luck with horseriding. :P
DAMNNNNNNNNNNNN THIS DRAWING I'M DOING ISN'T GOING TO BE BIG ENOUGHHHHHHHHHHH.
(It's already on two A3 sheets sellotaped together, though. :P)
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I'll dedicate to all winter holidays, because winter is really, in my opinion, the best time of the year. Always
*Raises glass*
Good morning, lunatics and heathens alike.
Msd
Heathen.
How kind
I am really terrible at staying here today... :P
Hi people!
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Good morning, Aretha.
((Should we continue from last night?))
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(Sure! I'd be willig to)
Copy: *bursts into a laughing fit at Hyde* I did tell you not to get close to her. You'd better did that incompetency of yours if you're to be of any use to the gods. What did she do to you?
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*glares at* I had her. The stupid woman got in my way! She came up and quite litterally broke a few of my bones. I healed myself but she got close. Why don't you listen and do what Vengeous said? I'll get her but for now I'll leave her be, let her think she's safe.
*smirks, seeming almost proud* She never thinks she's safe. Do yourself a favor and keep your distance next time. *vanishes*
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*glares at where he vanished* Why don't you follow orders, Szoren?!
*in his mind* Who says I don't? You? Well, we know how intelligent you are. My orders were to kill the Grand Mages. My orders from you are to refrain from doing so until after the upcoming ball. In the meantime, I'll have some fun.
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*in his mind* I don't care what you do to them. Why don't you play around with them? I always loved to hear the screams ot children, they have 3.
*in Hyde's mind* Then you go torture them. Or, *appears and speaks aloud* Join me.
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I'll gladly join you.
*grabs his arm and teleports outside the treehouse*
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I LEAVE TO GO TO THE SHOP AND THEN I COME BACK AND THISSSSSSSSS. D:
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
*watches in horror*
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*looks up* Ravel is there with Zafira, Olivia and Christopher are as well.
(To make my life easier I shall reply from all my characters off one charatcer. Too many for on iPod xD)
((@Zaf: I understand. :) That's why Hunter and Ez share an account. Although in reality they'd be likely to do that anyway.))
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(Miss Zafira would agree, Star. She says that I am enough trouble asking to go torment her friends in Blogland. I feel I should be honoured. Or angered. I am not sure.)
((Hello, Star.))
Sneak around the back and grab a child. I'll create a distraction. *shoots large walk of fire into the air* *projects voice into the treehouse* Oh, Grand Mages! Trees are famously flammable- you'd better come outside and say hello like polite politicians if you like your house.
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*wall, not walk. My apologies.
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