Well then.
As you know, I've been writing. Writing, writing, writing. You don't get to do an awful lot of other things when you're writing. Well, sometimes you do, but not when you have deadlines like these. The short stories I'm writing, all of them, need to be delivered by Wednesday. The first draft of Book Nine needs to be delivered by the middle of next month.
To say I am a tad busy would be something of an understatement.
Of course, all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy, and why would Jack want to be a dull boy? I've been doing things. Reading things. Watching things.
Take this evening, for instance. This evening I watched the last Sherlock of the current season. The first episode of the season was oddly character-driven, at the expense of the central mystery, but I didn't mind that in the least. The second episode, the wedding episode, was hilariously sublime. And the final episode, having Sherlock face off against a truly unique villain... well. It was just wonderful stuff.
And I've been reading. Stephen King, mostly. Going over his early works. His classics. When I was a kid, I went straight from The Three Investigators and the Hardy Boys to Stephen King and these wonderfully violent and detailed Gold Eagle books like The Executioner and Able Team and Phoenix Force, books that gave you diagrams of the weapons they used at the back of the book. Basically, I graduated from kids books to horror and action. And after a few Stephen King books like Cujo (the first King book I can remember reading) I went on to James Herbert and Shaun Hutson — overtly violent and brilliantly horrific.
And now, after all this time, I'm going back to Stephen King, and loving it all.
Recommendations? Read The Stand. Then read It. Two MASSIVE books. You won't be sorry.
So these things have been my break from the writing. Christmas, for me, was mostly about the short stories. But there was one story...
It started off fine. Exactly as I planned. It would be a new kind of story, something I hadn't really tried before. It would probably end up as one of the longer stories of the collection, though, but not by much.
I thought.
I have just finished it. Half an hour ago, I finished it. At the moment, before edits, it is over 20,000 words long. That's twice as long as The End of the World. So you'll be reading through Armageddon-Outta-Here (haw!), and hopefully enjoying the stories, and then you'll get to this brand new novella, a good, solid chunky story, and I think this story alone will make the collection worth the money.
I think. I hope. Right now I'm far too tired to form a coherent opinion. All I know is, I've been working hard. And it's not over yet.
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Brb
So . . . what you're saying is . . .
Gary: I've never seen a drawing this good before. it's almost . . . life-like. Whoever drew this must be an artist. And unless you put a hit out on Oz, which seems unlikely, giving the way you were all over each other earlier, that means that one of six people made an attempt to kill him.
So . . . so what, I mean . . .
*beginning to sweat a little*
I mean, you're not going to kill him.
Gary: But last night, someone else did.
What?
*stands up*
Who?
Gary: A Texan hit man. He got away before Oz could kill him in self-defense.
*feels herself growing faint*
*sits down heavily*
*looks at the picture again*
Thank . . . thank you for telling me.
Gary: . . .
*gently pats her shoulder*
*hugs Star if she disappears*
*She hangs there, absently watching the sky*
*Remembers the time that they laid up here*
*Together*
*Reaches for a blanket, and wraps it around herself, slightly cold*
(wait what Osmosis)_
. . . Go.
Gary: What?
Please.
I'd like to be alone.
*hand tightens on her notebook*
Gary: *hesitates*
*then nods*
*and departs*
*silently sits on the couch*
*breathing heavily*
*and opens the notebook*
*there*
*on a back page*
*is a man*
*perfectly drawn in every way*
*the way that only an artist could*
*tall*
*and thin*
*with white hair*
*and eyes darker than sin*
*begins to shake*
*violently*
*and hurls the book against the wall*
*it bounces onto the floor*
*landing with the drawing facing Precocious*
*along with the words written above it*
*A BEAUTIFUL WEDDING FOR A BEAUTIFUL COUPLE*
*stays low, sneakily tip toing over to a conveniently placed armchair*
[Look, there's her tower. Remember all those summer nights? Truth or dare, looking at the stars. Shut up... You could take her up there, tell her there. Shut up. You know you want to see her, you know she'll understand. I SAID SHUT UP! NOW IS NOT THE TIME TO TALK TO YOURSELF! I'm not going up there, and I know that, so I should stop trying to change my mind.]
#ChaseForBook9
(*IS making it known that I've already bookmarked this page, ages ago*)
Back
*takes a deep breath*
*pulls out her mobile*
*and dials*
Phone: Buzz . . . buzz . . . buzz . . .
Oscar: . . . Hullo?
Oscar?
*sighs in relief*
Oscar, why didn't you tell me about the two hit men?
Oscar: *sighs*
I'm fine, Doctor, there was nothing you could've done. I didn't want you to worry.
You didn't-
*clenches her fist in her lap*
. . . stay safe.
Alright? Can you do that for me?
Just stay safe.
Oscar: Of course I'll stay safe. I work in one of the most secure buildings in Blogland.
I know, I just . . .
*looks at her left hand*
*and the diamond ring glittering there*
. . . I love you.
I don't want anything to . . . happen . . .
Oscar: Nothing's going to happen.
I'll be fine.
*soothing tone* Don't worry about me.
(*Might as well follow suit*)
#ChaseForBook9
(OSMOSISSSSSS *heavy metal scream*)
*She gets up, feeling cold, and doesn't wish to harm her child with frostbite or anything*
*Wraps herself up, and begins to make the long, slow journey back down*
((This is rather hard for me to write, because I've been thinking little speeches like this out a lot recently, but they're from the future, and his world is totally different for him now, so he would say different things, and yeah.))
Hunter: *smiles, liking this one* Ez is pretty much my life, because if she wasn't there I'd be dead. And also, I wouldn't really HAVE a life. I've stated God knows how many times that we aren't IN love, because we aren't, but we're not 'just' friends, because it goes much deeper than that. Ez is always there for me, always, and no matter how important what she's doing is she'll drop it and . . . *voice trails off*
Seriously, I'm not sure entirely how much I contribute to this friendship of ours, and I'm not sure why she doesn't just give up on helping sometimes, but she doesn't . . .
And I can always trust her, completely, because we know each other. We don't just known each other, we KNOW each other. Often we know what we're thinking, and sometimes people think we're twins or something when we start talking or acting in synchronisation, and yet somehow we always manage to astonish each other.
*looks at Snow* I love Ez more than anything, but I am not IN love with her. And you can try and get me to say it all you want, but if I did, it would be a lie. You can believe in a lie if you want, though. Live your life being blind. Not my problem. *shrugs*
#ChaseForBookNine
Enough!!!!
Jay: *pins Zafira* Enough? I am just starting, Kerias.
*screams* Let go!!!!
Jay: *cuts cheek and lets go*
Oww....
Jay: My. Rules.
I can't
Oscar: Doctor, I'm fine.
I don't intend to die before our wedding.
*hurriedly* Or after.
Oscar: Or after.
. . . *nods*
*recalls that he can't see her*
. . . Promise?
Oscar: I promise.
I'm completely fine.
. . . Okay.
Oscar: I love you.
I love you . . . so much. More than you could ever dream.
*whispers* I love you too.
Oscar: Goodbye.
Goodbye.
*hangs up*
*smiles weakly*
*then lies down*
*and tries to sleep again*
*TEN SECONDS AGO*
*AT THE EVIL LEAGUE OF EVIL*
Oscar: Goodbye.
Preocious on Phone: Goodbye.
Oscar: *hangs up phone*
*takes a deep breath*
*and tries to forget about the gun pressed against the back of his head*
Hassle Precocious: Good boy.
THE END
@Annika: O_O O_O O_O O_O O_O O_O
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You know, it is rather hard to express emotion on a keyboard. :/
#ChaseForBookNine
(OH HELL NO ANNI!
And- Exter 4 lyfe)
*hugs hunter and star* thats all I wanted. :) I was honestly just curious.
*Ezter
(*chuckles*
Ahhhh, it's good to be back.)
*SCREAMS*
**SSCCRREEAAMMSS**
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
NO.
NO.
No.
NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
no
no
NO!
*struggles not to make any noise* *punches head* NO!!!!!!
#ChaseForBooknine
*sneaks to the bar, pressing his back up against it* [This is where you spent your first night together. Surely- Just pack it mate, you're becoming a bore.]
#ChaseForBook9
*strangles anni*
*Her foot slips, and she doesn't make a sound as she hangs there in stiff silence*
*Clings to the ladder for dear life*
*Gently lowers herself back down to the roof*
*Goes onto a balcony*
*It is warmer*
(This is adorable, by the way..)
(Wu
Wuy.)
#ChaseForBook9
(I have plans.
Big, beautiful, delicious plans.
A beautiful wedding,
for a beautiful couple.
*cackles madly*
*as lightning flashes and a peal of thunder shakes the ground*)
Anni, you are truly evil
*LOOKS AROUND FOR SOME WAY TO BE VIOLENT QUIETLY*
*HITS RUBBER AGAINST PALM*
DAMMIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*screams*
#ChaseForBookNine
(I like being evil.
*giggles*)
(You have to admit,
it was a delicious plot twist right at the end.)
(and now, I really must be off, because I would like to wake up in seven hours)
#ChaseForBookNine
God... I need to do some stuff with snow. She seems to have disappeared since her reunion with lea... *thinks*
*rolls down the hill, into a small ditch, then sprints to take cover behind the 1D house*
[I'm a terrible person. Adra's gonna leave me. No she won't, it wasn't your fault! I knew it would happen. This is Crimson, of course she'd lotus me. You didn't know that! Sure I did. It's all over. You're being a bit dramatic here, don't you think?]
#ChaseForBook9
I NOT HAVE TO ADMIT ANYTHING
but I will admit it
BUT I STILL HATE YOU
:)
#ChaseForBookNine
(Goodnight, Star *hugs*)
*Opens a small door, and finds that her bed has been occupied by a woman whose leg is wrapped up*
*Stops*
*Moves quietly past her, and out into the hallways*
*Is a little tired, and just wishes to sleep, to get away from her memories*
(Oh, you're leaving?
Goodbye, Star.
*tenderly embraces her*
I'll miss you . . .
*throws a pie in her face*
*dances away, singing happy songs of death*)
Bye star
Jay: then the moment I find Trip you're done.
No!!!! Please...
Jay: Please? Grand Mage Zafira Kerias, begging?
Ravel: *pushes Jay to ground with air* Now you're undef my arresf for assault on a Grand Mage.
Jay: False charge!
Not anymore!
Jekyll: Not in the slightest.
(Alright, if anyone would like to role-play with Doctor Precocious, I'm game.)
I would. Sure.
(I don't believe anyone I have is in a right condition, physically, or mentally.
Although, you lot should meet Hydra sometime.
She's fun.)
*Adra goes to find herself some wine*
*Stops*
*Nearly bangs her head against the wall*
(Fair enough, Snow.)
*strolls down the street*
*sipping tea*
*the notebook heavy in her pocket*
*and feeling worried*
*but hopeful*
*begins to run over the scenario of what would happen should Adra leave him, the initial conversation, the guilt, the crying, the constant meditation to prevent explosion...*
#ChaseForBook9
(Well, I have characters but you see whats going on with mine)
*snow is sitting in a tree, reading*
*glances up*
*smiles wanly*
Hullo, Snow.
Honestly.
-
*Begins to worry a little more, remembering their conversation from a few months ago*
*Shudders*
*Begins to mentally prepare for a scenario similar to what happened to her and Cain*
Javier: *handcuffs Jay*
Jay: *slips away and attacks Olvia by touching her*
Olivia: *punches him*
Jay: How?!
GET AWAY FROM MY DAUGHTER!!!!! *voice echoes through Blogland*
*as be passes through the forest, he sees Adra's door. It's the most welcoming door he's ever seen, calling him*
[Siren.]
#ChaseForBook9
*she glances down* oh, hi doctor!
*snow grabs a branch and swings down*
Whats up?
*Thinks she hears a shout from far off*
*Shakes her head, knowing that it's just another alchemist*
*Descends the stairs to eat again*
Well, at least she's taking better care of this one...
A few moments couldn't hurt. *places his palm on a tree, looking at the lake, and the lab*
#ChaseForBook9
. . . Nothing much, I suppose.
There have been fewer monsters about, lately. Not that I'd have time for them if they were.
*blushes*
My time's been rather taken up lately.
*shows off the ring*
I got engaged, recently. Did you know?
*smiles* yeah. I heard. Congratulations!
So when is it? The wedding?
*Someone shouts for her, and she pulls herself from her kitchen*
*down the hallway*
*Priya pushes her aside, and works on a young woman who appears to be hemorrhaging*
*Glares at Priya* I'm not completely useless, you know.
*Priya turns and gives her a look*
*Gives her a look back*
*looks down shyly*
Well . . . we're not sure.
We were thinking of eloping, actually, but Gary and Photo were so excited about the idea of a wedding that we just got carried along with their lands.
*tucks her hands in her pockets*
*and feels the cold spine of the black notebook against her hand*
. . . I'm still thinking of eloping, though.
*sighs, he'd half hoped Adra would come to the door, and they'd kiss and make up.* [Whatever...] *stalks off into the forest, considerably sadder for the experience.*
#ChaseForBook9
(I ship Gary and Photo)
(But, he didn't knock on the door?
What the hell?)
(Goto.)
#ChaseForBook9
I wouldnt blame you
*notices the slight lump in her pocket but leaves it*
... are you okay? You seem... destracted
(Goto
Phary
omg)
(Through sheer luck. He's depressed, he can be weird when depressed.)
#ChaseForBook9
. . . I just worry about Oscar, you know?
He doesn't exactly work in the safest of professions.
*shrugs*
He's fine, I'm sure. And I know I'm fine, of course, completely fine. Never been finer.
*sips her tea*
((Are you really shipping that? *facepalm*))
(*gives Trip and Adra gentle taps on the heads with ladles*
Feeling alright?)
Really? Because you sound like you're trying to convince yourself, not me.
(Well, we all know about Photo's reluctant straight-ness, and Gary is straight, although is life would be infinitely easier if he weren't.)
Poppycock.
*sips her tea*
Shall we take a stroll together?
Tell me, how have you been?
*strolls down the street*
*Someone grabs Adra's arm and pulls her towards the door*
*A young girl is standing there*
*The girl looks sharply at her* Your energy is filling this place up. If someone goes haywire, you can't be caught up in it.
*The girl opens the door, and shoves Adra through it*
*Adra nearly falls*
*Straightens her jacket*
Apparently, I'm going for a walk... *Tightens her coat*
(( XD))
(*his)
*follows, tucking her book into her pocket*
oh, I've been fine... I broke up with lea, we got back together... I punched a guy in the face... the usual
(Yup, why?)
*comes out on the side of a road, and looks left and right, before crossing to the garages opposite. He opens one up, revealing his faithful old... God, what the hell was it? When was the last time he'd driven? Either way, this car had been with him for many adventures, so surely it could take a cheating, depressed, guilty man home. He walks over, and unlocks it, and climbs in. The fuel meter or whatever it was called, is empty.*
FUC*!
#ChaseForBook9
The usual indeed. Blogland can be funny, that way.
(Huh?)
*She stops on a dirt path, then falls to her knees with a sob*
*Yearns for another to be with her*
*It gnaws at her*
*Is trying to think of something not awkward to say*
What type of tea is that?
*that was so awkward*
((I dedicate this page to happiness. Because we all need some, but don't always have it ))
Oh, this?
*glances at the label*
This is Dark Splendor of Angelic Salvation infused with Chocolate Desire.
*frowns*
I'm not sure why I'm drinking such a sexy-sounding tea.
*shrugs*
*rests his head against the wheel*
You utter moron...
*tears prick the corners of his eyes*
#ChaseForBook9
Jay: Hahaha *dashes away
*goes after insanely*
Jekyll: stop her
(Msd
(That tea really gets the people going, Annika)
*With choked sobs, gets up, and stumbles for the bar, unable to keep away any longer*
*Hugs Zaf if she goes*
(Oh, how I love Doctor Precocious and her long-winded teas.)
((Best tea name ever. ))
*nods*
I, personally, love mint and lavender.
* stumbles from the car, determined to get to work, and focus on something else. Runs down the road, then leaps into the air, energy wrapping around him. As he flies, Trip feels the quasi real drag caused by emotional turmoil*
#ChaseForBook9
Good morning, afternoon, evening, or other time of day, Blogland.
((Ari: I'm back now! *hugs everyone* Well, technically, I'm dead, but Niccolò's back.
Niccolò: Of course, if I were to happen across any of you now, I'd either kill you or ignore you. My apologies for that. I've not been myself in far too long.
Ari: Hey, Anni, did I ever tell you that Oscar and Gary are right at the top of War's (one of Niccolò's names) list of names to steal, if he decides to pick that up again? The two of them and Trip are right up there. Everybody else was celebrating not being on it a while ago.))
#ChaseForBook9
*She knocks on the door*
*Waits*
*Nothing*
*Knocks again*
*Waits*
...
*nothing*
Hello, Sir, Aretha, and Niccolo! *hugs*
Aretha, I do hope you've read back.
((Ari: Hey, Sir! How are you?
Niccolò: Hello, Sir.))
#ChaseForBook9
(Firstly, hullo, Sir.
Secondly, I did not know this thing, Aretha. I'm sure Oscar and Gary will be unnerved to hear that, though Oscar has worse things to worry about right now.)
((Ari: Of course I read back! I had a lot of shrieks to stifle... I'm thinking Oscar should invest in a good bodyguard.))
#ChaseForBook9
((Hey sir))
Figures..
*Sits down on the top step, refusing to move until he comes back*
Greetings, Ms. Dark, Barnosky, Tesla, Stormberg, possibly Kerias, and Mr. Croatoan and Castalan.
(Snow and I are merely strolling along and talking right now, if you'd like to join us.)
((Ari: *directs Anni to my previous comment* A good bodyguard, or some good self defense classes, or both. A gun to the back of the head is actually pretty easy to deal with if you know how.))
#ChaseForBook9
(War really shouldn't steal Trip's name. That's not how channelling works.)
*lands out side the Scottish sanctuary, about twenty minutes later, displays his pass and stumbles into a lift, sinking to the floor*
#ChaseForBook9
(*chuckles*
There was a bit more going on than just a gun at the back of the head . . .)
*Well. Close to the stairs*
*Walks across the ground to the firepit, and sits*
*Glances at her phone*
*Maybe should try texting him, to make sure he isn't dead yet?*
*The fire is culling embers*
*Wraps her arms around her stomach*
(Hai Nic and Ari :) msd i hope by 9pm you're here still
(Hello Sir.)
*the door opens, and Quill and Xephos are talking to each other as the door opens, and it takes them a moment to notice Trip balled up in the corner, but he's so absorbed in his bubble, he doesn't even register them.*
#ChaseForBook9
(I'll be forced to depart in approximately two hours.)
*snow sighs and starts walking o her hands*
Do you want to build a snowman?
Come on, let's go and play!
I never see you anymore
Come out the door
It's like you've gone away
We used to be best buddies
And now we're not
I wish you would tell me why
Do you want to build a snowman?
It doesn't have to be a snowman-
Go away!
Ok, bye...
Do you want to build a snowman?
Or ride our bike all down the halls?
I think some company is overdue
I've started talking to the paintings on the walls
It gets a little lonely,
All these empty rooms
Just watching the hours tick by
-*insert the tragic death of their parents*-
Please- I know you're in there...
People are asking where you've been
They say have courage, and I'm trying to
I'm right out here for you
Just let me in
We only have each other
It's just you and me
What are we gonna do?
Do you want to build a snowman?
#ChaseForBook9
*quietly strolls out to her usual haunt*
*the creepy abandoned swing set*
*and sits*
*and swings*
*she recalls the events that happened here last time she came*
*and shudders*
(Niiic let John out next time I'm here xD)
((Trip... did.... did you really call one of your characters.... Xephos...?))
(*laughs at the song from Frozen*
I was not expecting that.)
*Hasn't seen Frozen*
Quill: *waving a hand in front of Trip's face* Trip! Hello?
Xephos: *is using a giant bat wing to fan Trip, and the second to keep the door open*
#ChaseForBook9
((Can I assume, anni, that doctor precocious has left snow? Or...?))
*swings back and forth*
*feels the notebook in her pocket*
*and feels her heart rate quicken*
No.
No, there's nothing to be afraid of.
*sips her cup of tea*
*trails her feet through the snow*
*Curls up in her chair*
*Considers again*
...
*Drinks some applesauce out of a pouch*
((He named himself that. I don't construct my characters, much less their names. Except Trip. I picked his.))
#ChaseForBook9
(Yes, unless you choose to follow her, Precocious has left you.)
(( ...))
*Sighs*
*Pulls out her phone, writes* I hope you aren't dead. Come see me when you can. There's a lot I have to catch you up on. xx
((Kay))
*looks at her surroundings*
*remembers the way Khasiis's voice felt, crawling like maggots in her brain*
*remembers Doctor Tarot, his smile, his loving eyes*
*remembers Oscar*
*Oscar holding her as she died*
*closes her eyes*
*wills herself not to tear up*
((Ari: I loved that movie. So, so much. Really, so much.
About the gun- I figured as much, but still. I mean, he knows his job is dangerous. He should be able to afford himself some top-notch security/defense. And nothing is impregnable, either, but still. He knows so many highly skilled people, it's hard to believe that if he got them all coordinated with each other, they couldn't help at least a little bit.))
#ChaseForBook9
*casually walks through Blogland, taking in the sights*
(Aretha, Aretha, Aretha.
*claps an arm around her shoulders*
All will be explained in time. Trust me. I have a deliciously painful storyline planned.
However, I kept it brief for dramatic effect.)
*Her stomach growls and she hisses at the bump*
TINY HUMAN
why
*is walking around on her hands, because she is bored*
*sits on the swing*
*and swings a little higher*
*she feels exposed without her lab coat*
*but she's grown less-inclined to wear it, lately*
*she wonders why*
Xephos: Come on, let's take him to his office.
Quill: Looks like dinnner's cancelled.
Xephos: Unfourtunately.
Quill:*puts her arms under Trip's armpits, and lifts him up with ease*
Xephos: You sac are me. People shouldn't pick up people like bowling balls.
Quill: Please, this is Trip, it's like lifting a tennis ball.
#ChaseForBook9
*walks near the fire pit, and sees Ms. Dark hiss at her stomach*
*nods, everything normal there*
*glances at the diamond ring on her finger*
*her hand tightens on the swing*
A beautiful wedding, for a beautiful couple.
*a shiver passes through her as she recalls the note*
*and the familiar face that accompanied it*
*whispers* We should've eloped.
*Sighs, exhaling slowly*
*Her own phone rings- Priya again*
*Obviously isn't going to be left alone*
*Pulls a cheeseburger (?) our of her bag*
*Takes a bite out of it*
*Is revolted*
*But so good*
((Ari: Well, I look forward to reading it.
You know, I got the most magnificent prompt today for the written part of my spanish mid term- I nearly cried in the middle of the test just trying to think of what I would write- and I kept thinking about how there is no possible way I could do it any justice in spanish at my level. English, I'd be closer, but I couldn't beat the real thing anyway. And I'm tempted to try and write it out, just because I so love playing with the mechanics of writing. I think it's fair to say I've gotten fairly good at manipulating styles to create various emotions, over the years, but I've been actually experimenting more over this past year, and I just think it would be such a good prompt to work with. It was just really phenomenal.))
#ChaseForBook9
*Glances up, briefly seeing Sir*
*Figures he has some important stuff to do*
*Leans back in her chair again, eating her burger, and sets a book against her legs, one hand on her belly*
*Begins to read Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy to the tiny human in her abdomen*
Well, I hope you remember it, if you wish to continue it in the future.
(I can think of no finer reading for a young child! Heavens knows I would've turned out better had my mother read Hitchiker's to me in the womb.
I commend you, Adrasdos.)
((*tackles adra* 42!!))
*Quill carries Trip into his office, acing Trip in his chair, still balled up. She tries to unball him, but he won't budge*
Xephos: Water.
Quill: Shat?
Xephos: Throw water on him.
Quill: All right, get some water.
Xephos: I was rather hoping you would so it...
Quill: Why?
Xephos: So I could marvel at these rather fabulous bat wings! *spreads them wide* Aren't they excellent?
Quill: just get the god damn water.
Xephos: Fine. *stalks out*
#ChaseForbBook9
*Quill: What?
#ChaseForBook9
*stares up into the sky*
*a single tear rolls down her cheek*
*whispers* You can't serve pineapple upside-down cake right-side up.
Of course, my friends.
Of course.
Trip, I just want you to know
That
I have been twitching for the time you've been here.
BECAUSE
HOT DAMN IF HE WOULD JUST /TALK/ TO HER
-
Excellent parenting, Ms. Dark.
*next, begins to head towards the abandoned playground*
Quill: Hair... Tears? Mumbling... Emotional vacuum...
Love life?
Xephos: Throws a glass of water over Trip*
That's correct, Quill, well done.
#ChaseForBook9
*Jumps, looks around at Sir, strangely*
how..
No, I don't want to know.
*Goes back to reading softly*
(If he would just talk to her, he wouldn't be him.)
#ChaseForBook9
*swings back and forth*
*pulls out the notebook*
*is about to open it*
*changes her mind*
*puts it back*
*continues swinging*
*and worrying about Oscar*
*A trail of shadows snakes its way into the crypt behind Chase's house. It goes to the only stone coffin sitting in there. The shadows open and push off the lid. Emerald is there, looking like she is just peacefully sleeping.
A person stands beside the coffin, hands in trouser pockets. They sigh, as if trying to sound disappointed but it sounds more rehearsed.*
Person: Oh what happened to you my dear? Wolf gone, dead. You have had it rough since we last saw one another.
*The person leans down and gently kisses Emerald's forehead, shadows slightly snaking around her arm. The shadows dissipate and leave the crypt the same way they came in.*
*still here*
*blinks as he approaches, hearing the rusted swing moving*
That makes zero sense.
Damn.
This hurts.
*Eyes Emerald's person wearily*
*swinging back and forth*
*rotating the ring on her finger*
. . . It doesn't make sense.
It simply doesn't make sense.
He's dead, isn't he?
*frowns*
*still turning the ring on her finger*
Now, I-
If you'll excuse me, I have work...
To do. Go on your date, not date thing.
I have a lot to catch up on.
Quill: Trip...
Out of my office.
Quill: *looks over at Xephos, who gives her a grave look, and they file out.*
#ChaseForBook9
*sees the good Doctor, and blinks*
Baeeeeeeee
-
*Stops reading for a bit, feeling fatigued*
*Her feet hurt*
*Already*
*Damn*
*Sticks her feet by the fire, and does everything she can to keep herself from falling back in*
*Is doing a fairly okay job*
*boots up his email client, surprised at the lack of M class messages. Except one; CHECK YOUR PHONE. From... Himself. Two minutes ago.
He tended to give good advice.*
#ChaseForBook9
*staring straight ahead*
*murmuring to herself*
*and doesn't notice Sir*
Erm...
My good Doctor?
*Chase hears a clatter from downstairs. He jumps up out of bed and stands still. There is another sound. He makes his way downstairs.
As he goes into the living room, he flicks the light on only to be met by a gun pointing at him from someone sitting on the armchair. Chase gasps and tries to grasp the words.*
Chase: That's.... what.... That can't...
Deacon: Hello Matthew.
*glances up*
*sees Sir*
*and smiles, glad of a distraction*
Hullo, Sir.
FUCK
(Someone else can take ded please if they want. I am just too tired to think at the moment. Love yas x)
(Well, THAT was an enthusiastic expression of sudden discontent.
Are you well, Adra?)
...
At the risk of stating the obvious, this is hardly a happy place, my good Doctor.
(*sighs heavily*
I suppose I can take the dedication.)
You're right. I suppose it's not.
*looks around at her surrounding*
What of it?
*goes pale, faced with decision*
Oh god...
#ChaseForBook9
Well this night is full of surprises.
*points to Em's thing*
*Damn*
-
*When her feet get too hot, she sets them down*
*Bites her lip*
*Really wants him to be okay*
Generally, happy people don't come to miserable places.
*Deacon waves the gun and indicates for Chase to sit down. Chase sits on the couch*
Chase: How the fuck are you alive??
Deacon: Ours is not to question why when it comes to shadow magic and it's followers. I see your poor wife had a bit of misfortune.
Chase: *grits his teeth* You are not allowed talk about her!
*Deacon cocks the gun*
Deacon: Oh I think I can. I was hoping to get re-acquainted with her. We had such a lovely time together last time.
Chase: You nearly drove her insane!
Deacon: Some minor details that needed to be worked through but nonetheless it doesn't matter now. Unless I make it matter.
*sighs softly*
I'm not unhappy.
I'm worried, yes, but not unhappy.
*looks around*
I've been unhappy for so long, and returned here time after time, that I suppose it just didn't occur to me to go anywhere else.
. . . *sighs*
But I AM happy, Sir.
*smiles*
*the conviction growing strong in her heart*
I'm happier than I've been in a long time.
Oh, the guy I huged...
*curls up on the floor, and stares at the text, for far, far too long.*
Screw it. *gets up, goes to the teleported taxi bay, and arrives in Blogland, having to pay by cheque.*
#ChaseForBook9
*nods*
Wonderful to hear, my good Doctor.
(Do you know the feeling of belonging?
Do you know the feeling of safety?
Love?
Contentment?
Heaven?
Do you know the feeling of purpose, and life?
Do you know what it is to be loved?
Do you know what it's like to stretch your wings and fly, with nothing but miles of clear sky ahead?
Neither do I.
I dedicate this page to the lonely ones. The good-time gamblers, the restless dreamers, the midnight writers.
I dedicate this page to gentlemen who hide, in fear of what others think of them. I dedicate this page to ladies who stare out the window at night, wondering if love still exists.
I dedicate this page to the beautiful tragedy that is loveless. I dedicate to those who face monsters every day far worse than the tooth-and-claw variety.
I dedicate this page to what doesn't kill us, and I thank it for making us stronger.)
*Closes her eyes after a moment, and wraps herself up in a blanket, scooting a little closer to the fire for warmth*
*Lets her phone fall*
*smiles at Sir*
*drags her feet on the ground to stop the swing*
And you, Sir?
Have you been well?
*Snapshots*
*Raises glass*
Hear hear
*catches Adra's phone*
#ChaseForBook9
Hear hear.
*Pauses, then opens one eye*
...Trip?
*airily waves a hand*
Come, my good Doctor, why speak of me?
What are you worried about?
*seems pained to hear his name*
Yes.
#ChaseForBook9
Ah . . .
*the notebook weighs heavy against her thigh*
. . . Nothing. It is no matter.
. . .
*traces a triangle in the dirt with her boot*
Oscar's been having some . . . some trouble at work. That is all.
*the message flashes into her mind*
*A BEAUTIFUL WEDDING FOR A BEAUTIFUL COUPLE*
. . . That is all.
I worry about his safety, sometimes. Especially now.
Chase: So what, you think you can come and waltz back in here and out again like nothing.
You have no business here anymore Deacon so I don't even know why you came back.
Deacon: *smiles* I guess I can make some chaos and have a little fun or I can get a little help from your wife and then have a little fun.
Chase: *Stands with his fists balled* Don't you dare touch her!!
*Deacon fires the gun twice and Chase falls back, heavy breathing as the blood comes rushing out of his stomach. Deacon stands and throws the gun beside Chase on the couch*
Deacon: Lets hope someone heard that or else you'll be dead in half an hour. Toodles Horowitz!
*Deacon disappears in a veil of shadows*
*Sits up, but finds it to be difficult*
*Still sitting, pulls him towards her* Where have you been? I've missed you, dear
EMERALD
*frowns, and tilts his head*
Well.
(Villains who say toodles are simply the best . . .)
*gives Sir a skeptical look*
Well what?
Adra…
I was under the influence of the lotus. And, I have been unfaithful.
#ChaseForBook9
(No, not skeptical. Wrong adjective.
*quizzical)
I nearly said the worst possible thing I could in this situation.
Quite a narrow dodge, there.
(80)
#ChaseForBook9
*chuckles drily*
*Looks at him*
I wasn't expecting that... I'm guessing you feel guilty, then?
I went into an emotional kakoon. I've never actually done that before.
#ChaseForBook9
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