Apparently I'll be appearing at the Imagine Festival in London this Monday, the 17th. I had a blast last year, where I showed clips from movies, but I'm not entirely sure what I'll do this time. I might read from one of the new short stories. I'd read from the ninth book, but there is nothing from the early sections finished, and anything read from later on would be a spoiler, so...
Oh, and speaking of Book 9, I have just reached the 75,000 word mark. Judging by this, the finished book will be at least 100,000 words, which is Mortal Coil length, and could be longer. LSODM will stay the longest, I reckon, simply because of the massive amount of characters involved. But because most of those characters are now DEAD, Book 9 allows me a smaller, more intimate story — while remaining as heart-rendingly traumatic as anything I've written before.
And speaking of heart-rendingly traumatic, I've actually written the last few chapters. Not to completion, of course, but I've written enough to know what happens, and how it ends, and who lives and who dies, and all I can say is...
I am MEAN.
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*scribbling on a clip board*
. . . and . . . and though I have known him for very little time, our severe mental disorders have brought us together in a way that . . .
*crumples up the paper*
That's dumb. Gary would never say that.
((Yeah. I'm not sure how to make it work, because I don't think she's ever met Gary or Photo in roleplay. I'll think of something, though.))
((Bye Star [hugs]))
(Goodnight, Star!)
(Well, Gary is "at work" right now, so I suppose we'll do it with Photo. That may be easier for Effie: I think she would like him.)
*sighs* Probably should never have adked I'll only be disappointed. With being told no
Like usual ugh may just go before i get yelled at
(*sighs heavily*
Zafira, I was halfway through typing that you would be welcome to,
when your comment about never being wanted popped up,
and I decided that posting that comment then
would just make it look I was saying that
only because
you said
you were never wanted.)
Effie: [Walks down the street, putting up Have You Seen This Jackalope signs on all the telephone poles]
*She gets to a main road and quickly stops in a small restaurant, picking up a sandwich and bringing it to a nearby park, sitting on the bench, quietly eating her food*
*Checks her phone every few minutes*
*Puts it back again, watching the people pass her by*
Photo: *scribbling furiously*
He should've written his own damn speech,
but that fool was only concerned that it should be an even number of words . . .
*walks into telephone pole*
OW!
*falls on her arse*
*looks up*
HAVE YOU SEEN THIS JACKALOPE?
*his
I realize how I really am not welcome. Never have been. Never will be. Forget I eveb exsist I'll disappear and darent interupt the roleplayig. As you know nobody likes Necromancers. Its why i am one, because nobody likes me.
(Well, that's how you feel. And I won't try to influence you towards or away from that belief.)
i tell you to speak up
tell you to shout out
talk a bit louder
be a bit prouder
tell you you're beautiful
wonderful
but you don't listen to me..
[Runs out of posters]
[Sighs]
Well then.
((Hi Maralie-e-e-e! [hugs]))
Photo: *clambers to his feet*
*brushes his fabulous self off*
Ow . . .
*bends over to gather up his scattered papers*
*hugs Mars*
-
*She glances up, spotting Photo down the street a ways, and Effie, who seems to be hanging up posters*
*Grins at the peculiar scene*
Photo: *tries to re-arrange the pages into their correct order*
Alright . . . this goes here and this goes here . . . and the story about the Brazilian goes here . . .
*grins*
Oh, the boss will MURDER me for telling Gary that one . . .
Never mind I have to eat
Maybe I'll join afterif I'm allowed
[Wonders if she left her other stack of posters someplace or if she used it up and forgot about it]
[Goes back the way she came to look]
Okay Zaf.
Goodbye Zaf.
-
*Adra gets up, hesitates, unsure if she should go over there or not, but figures an exuberant personality like Photo's would make Effie quickly uncomfortable*
*Slowly makes her way there, finding walking to be more difficult in the evening, after being around all day*
Photo: *walking while writing on a clip board*
*bad combo*
*mumble mumble* and then that time when *mumble mumble* twenty-two thousand *mumble mumble* Vegas *mumble mumble* when suddenly-
Photo: *slams into Effie*
*knocking both of them over*
Oh! I'm so sorry!
*picks up his papers*
*looks at Effie*
*sees her more clearly*
Photo: *sweeps a stray strand of hair out of his eyes*
Excuse me, mademoiselle. I was blinded by your dazzling eyes.
*Rolls her eyes, ducking into a small alleyway nearby, listening, smiling*
[Is knocked over]
[Rolls head over heels several feet away]
[Is enjoying rolling]
[Decides to stop anyway]
[Stands up]
Oh, are my eyes dazzling again? Oops. Sorry!
[Her eyes turn dull brown/gray]
Photo: *gasps in awe*
*applauds awkwardly with a clip board in one hand*
Magnificent! That's quite a trick you can do!
Though if I were you, I wouldn't change a thing. You, my dear, look ravishing.
[Snorts]
It's completely and utterly fake.
You haven't seen a jackalope, have you?
Or possibly a stack of Have You Seen This Jackalope posters?
*Pokes her head out of the alleyway*
*Calls out* Photo, is it your vocation to compliment people?
Photo: Yes, I walked into a telephone pole with one such poster on it. Did you make that poster? Because I must say it was beautifully formatted, and impeccably spell-checked.
Photo: *glances over his shoulder*
Adra!
You brighten up even the darkest of alleys.
Apparently so, then...
Photo: I don't just compliment ANYONE, Adra. Only heart-stoppingly beautiful women like the two of you.
...
*Carefully steps out*
I swear. I'm engaged, you know. *Winks at him*
Photo: Ah, unattainable, and thus, ever more desirable!
*smiles a bleached smile*
But I wouldn't dare to step of Trip's toes, of course.
[Sees Adra]
Hi! [Waves] How are you?
[to Photo]
Yeah, well I may or may not be missing a stack that I haven't put up yet. I forget.
*on
[Laughs]
Photo: *turns to Effie*
Of course, of course. We've all had a lot on our minds lately, I understand. I am currently writing a speech for a wedding, though the wedding is, tragically, not ours.
*wink wink*
(Annika's Mom: *enters room*
What are you doing?
Me: Flirting with two girls on the internet.
Annika's Mom: . . .
*slowly shuts the door*)
Hello, Effie. Watch out for Photo, he's a bit of a flirt, although I believe you've gotten that.
I don't know either.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gLDYtH1RH-U#t=213
This video makes my feet tingle with uncomfortableness...
Like...
I don't like seeing people really high up.
Sure, sure. Well, good luck with your speech! And if you see any jackalopes, let me know!
[she isn't actually missing a jackalope]
[she's missing a goat that she illusioned to look like a jackalope]
[and it isn't even her goat]
[and she's going to be in so much trouble if Fabi or anyone who would tell Fabi finds out]
I'M IN BLOCK F FOR THE SALUTE TOUR I'M SO CLOSE TO THE STAGE I'M GONNA PUKE
Photo: A bit of a flirt? Nonsense. I believe in speaking the truth, and the truth is that I can barely hold this clipboard for how beautiful the two of you are. I'm going to get a crick in my neck from looking back and forth between you two.
Yeah. I noticed. Thanks though!
((Can't watch the video now, sorry. :-/ )
((Also msd.))
Photo: I'm sure the speech will go excellently, my dear. I have a way with words, after all.
*smiles brilliantly*
((YAY MARA))
Effie: [Snorts again and starts off to look for her flyers]
That's awesome, Mara!!!1 *hugs*
-
*Rolls her eyes*
Photo: Oh! Ah!
*rifles through his papers*
I was meaning to show this to you.
*pulls out a sheet of paper*
*gives it to Adra*
*there's a sketch of a dress on it*
Eh? Eh?
[Turns back, and glances at Adra, not wanting to leave her with the weirdo]
*She looks at the paper, her smile widening* Oh, Photo! It's absolutely stunningly beautiful! Oh my goodness...
(omg)
Photo: *smiles broadly*
I knew you'd like it! We'll have it made especially for you, at Bespoke Tailoring. In addition to being fabulous, it will also be bullet-proof, water-proof, fire-proof, and minor-curse proof.
[Decides that Adra can take care of herself]
[She needs to find the jackalope/goat before someone notices it's missing]
Well, that's certainly helpful. However excessive for a wedding, wouldn't you think?
But thank you, in any case. I look forward to wearing it.
*Adra glances up and hugs Effie*
Photo: *takes the picture back, to give to Bespoke Tailoring*
Bear in mind, Adrasdos, that you will be attending a SUPERVILLAIN wedding. We need to be prepared for every eventuality.
[hugs Adra]
Congratulations on your engagement. If you see the jackalope, please, please tell me?
[Waves and starts off down the street]
Photo: Ah, yes, the engagement. How lovely, how-
*stops*
*turns slowly to Adra*
You
and
Trip
are
ENGAGED!?
Oh my! I had no idea!
When is the wedding?
Shall I be the one to plan it!
I INSIST!
*Waves to Effie* I'll call if I see anything, of course!
*To Photo* That is a very good point. Hopefully, though, no one would try to shoot at a pregnant woman.
Photo: If they did, Adra, I would of course leap in front of the bullet.
*She takes a step back* Oh, Photo- we have no idea. I have to have the kid first before we even think about it.
*She shrugs* I don't know what I, or he would want, so I can't promise you anything.
*Rolls her eyes again*
Photo: . . . I understand. I understand of course. Sorry to be over-eager. I just really like weddings.
*nods apologetically at his clipboard*
No, no- do not be sorry. *Smiles* I do, too. I just don't want to start planning yet.
May I join...?
(Why not?)
[A rustling from somewhere to the left]
Photo: Yes, of course! I understand! After all, "the thrill is in the chase, never in the capture."
Trip is one lucky individual.
Photo: *glances to the left*
Did you hear that?
*leaps in front of Adra*
I shall protect you!
*holds the clipboard in front of him like a shield*
*Glances at the bush, then shrugs*
Oh- well.. Sure, I guess. *Blushes slightly*
Oh for God's sake..
(Just wanted to ask in case you didn't want anymore people....uh does it matter who I go find?
(Gary's kind of stressed out right now, so it might be better if you sought Photo. I suppose you could go chat with Gary, if you really wanted to, though.)
[A shadow moves behind the dumpster]
*Clears her throat*
Is this Mr. Jackalope?
Photo: Back, foul beast! You shall not devour this young mother today!
Photo, I swear, you're about to get mugged so hard..
Photo: Would you cry?
*bats eyelashes*
I'd step over your body and beat the mugger up myself, actually.
Then I'd fix you up, of course
[From behind the dumpster] Na-a-a-a
Photo: My my my, SOMEONE'S a strong, independent female character who don't need no man.
Maybe what she needs is a guy who compliments her. A guy who's the chocolate to her vanilla. A guy who's . . . overly feminine, perhaps?
*smiles dazzling smile*
It's the jackalope.
Photo: *mutters* Jackalopes always show up just when rings are getting interesting.
*things
(K! Ooh I think my school closed tomorrow well the Tech school did)
*shadow-walks to wherever Photo is (or teleports with bracelet)* Hello there! *is still in the damned Elder robes*
I do not see that she is lacking that, Mr. Photo.
#ChaseForBook9
Photo: *gasps*
*clutches his chest*
What am I do to with myself in a world where gorgeous women appear out of thin air all around me!?
[More rustling]
[If they look behind the dumpster, nothing will be there]
((Gtg, sorry)!
For the record, you're the only person who can't go a sentence without complimenting someone.
I prefer my emotionally unstable, dashing, moronic trainwreck, thanks.
Photo: *gasps again at Trip's sudden appearance*
And hear we have the most fetching woman of them all!
I kid, I kid. A pleasure to see you, Mr. Castalan, although we last parted on bad terms.
*slowly backs away from Adra*
Bye Effie!!
*Glances at Trip* Speak of the devil...
Hello Zaf!
Bye.
I am NOT, a gorgeous woman.
Just a gorgeous man.
#ChaseForBook9
With purple hair.
Photo: You do look fabulous, Mr. Castalan, though in all fairness, Adrasdos looks much more fetching than you do.
Yes.
With purple hair. Who's sober now!
#ChaseForBook9
Woah did you just call me gorgeous, Photo? *looks stunned*
Right.
Fetching.
*Glances down*
I look like I've swallowed a football. American, by the way.
And that's good to hear, darling. *Reaches over, hooking her arm with his*
Photo: *turns his full attention to Zafira*
I think you look stunning. And those bulky robes only add to your majesty. You, my dear, are a paragon of authority and wisdom, though your eyes betray a youthful sparkle that men everywhere would do cannonballs into.
*She laughs* My god, you're trying really hard, aren't you?
Photo: *to Adra* You are a radiant mother!
*to Trip* You are one lucky guy to have her!
*to Zafira* You are beautiful and mysterious!
*beginning to sweat from the strain of keeping this up*
I must admit photo, it's true.
#ChaseForBook9
What's going on Adra?
#ChaseForBook9
Photo: EVERYTHING I SAY IS TRUE!
*collapses onto a park bench*
*exhausted*
*he's still holding his clipboard*
I need a low-fat pumpkin-spice latte.
Photo, please- we understand that we all are strangely beautiful ple- you needn't strain yourself.
What's going on?
Why, conversations, of course!
*people
Don't fret. We may be beautiful and women do not worry.
Photo: *weakly holds up clipboard*
I am planning my boss's wedding.
I have ummm, *checks the inside of his coat* camomile?
#ChaseForBook9
Photo: Chamomile?
*thinks of Precocious's long-winded teas*
*chuckles*
Ooh who is getting married? Oscar?
Photo: *looks at her, aghast*
You didn't know? You weren't invited already?
Oh stars, yes! Quite, yes, Oscar and Doctor are tying the knot and it's up to Gary and I to ensure the whole evening doesn't fall apart.
Ah I have not yet recieved an invite. But congrats for them!
Although, since my bridesmaid's dress is bulletproof, it probably will..
Photo: Yes, we've had complications in the past, but if we're lucky, and all goes well, the wedding should be a complete success. A supervillain like Oscar hasn't gotten married in this country in decades, so we'll have a lot of evil geniuses, mad scientists, etceteras, attending. Hope you don't have many enemies in the supervillain community!
*scribbles her name down on the clipboard*
We'll send you an invite ASAP.
WHAT?
#ChaseForBook9
Photo: *frowns at Adra*
Just a standard precaution, Adra. We're doing it for the rest of the bridesmaid's as well, and Oscar's, Gary's, and my suits are all the same. Except Oscar's is stain-proof, and mine has glitter.
Thank you. Though I am a Grand Mage and may have enemies....possibly. So long as nobody tries to kill me we'll be good!
Photo: Besides, the dress LOOKS fabulous,
*holds up the sketch from earlier*
and that's the most important thing, eh?
Photo: Don't worry, Zafira, we'll have very tight security there.
What what, dear?
That's true- it's rather fetching.
Why is the dress bulletproof?
Should I wear my bulletproof coat?
#ChaseForBook9
Photo: That depends. Does it look fabulous?
Because it's a danger zone with a lot of evil people there who might try to assassinate us, of course.
That might be wise.
Mr Landy, you are playing with my emotions! Stop killing off character!
Alright. I trust you. Thank god its just me as an Elder. You'll be fine maybe I'll be hard to fid.
It's bone wight, and bursts into flames on a moments notice.
#ChaseForBook9
*Mumbles* Kind of the opposite effect..
Photo: *holds up his hands*
Everyone everyone, just you listen here. I assure you, everything is going to be fine. The planning is going swimmingly, the guest list is packed with . . . interesting people, and the colors are co-ordinated, the suits are tailored, the dresses picked out, it's perfect.
Nothing can possibly go wrong!
As in you made everyone suits already?
#ChaseForBook9
Right.
Well, no offense, but if you truly believe that, then that means that something clearly is now.
*Half- shrugs*
Although, I might have to part from you all for a few minutes. I have to go get myself some dinner before it gets to dark to, you know, be out alone and stuffs. I'll be back in a jiffy.
*Half salutes to them, crossing the street and going down, following her nose*
Photo: Gary, the boss, and I all have our suits custom-made, yes. You are, no offense, just a regular guest. You want a tailor-made suit, you have to get it yourself.
*nods snobbishly*
Not even Sir is getting a custom suit, and he got invited by the bride personally. The suits are only for the groom, the planner, and the best man.
Photo: *waves farewell to Adra*
Goodbye, Adra, light of Mr. Castalan's life!
Bye Adra.
#ChaseForBook9
Never say that. I lived long enough to know anything is possible
Good, I was worried you'd stolen my measurements.
#ChaseForBook9
Photo: Mr. Castalan, I'm sure I could just guess.
*scrutinized Trip*
*scrutinizes
Which, I would like to point out I would take that as an act of war bye the Evil League of Evil.
#ChaseForBook9
*She sneaks down the street, follows her nose into a little shop, savory smells drifting onto the street from it*
*Immediately goes in, and sits down with a menu in the back corner, relaxing her feet, which were really beginning to hurt*
*Scans the menu for something good, and lands on a blackened chicken with vegetables and mashed potatoes*
*Her belly growls*
Shh. I'm looking.
Photo: Mr. Castalan, everything the Evil League of Evil does is ALREADY an open act of war. We're an EVIL LEAGUE. Of EVILNESS.
*rolls eyes*
Geez, man, get with the program.
And you truly think if you attack and we take it as such an act, you will suceed?
Photo: *grins slyly at Zafira*
Please don't make me answer that.
I suggest we simply be happy,
about a cheerful,
innocent,
wedding.
*taps clipboard*
But stealing my measurements, that is truly monstrous.
#ChaseForBook9
*She sips some water and orders what she wants to, taking the time to take a second look at her bruised wrists. The cuts that were made yesterday seem to be healing well, but not all the way*
*Sighs, wishing that the medicine she used could be allowed for pregnancies*
*Her neck no doubtedly has fingerprints across it, though she would rather not see that, and pulls her collar higher, and rolls her sleeves down a bit, weighing her odds*
Photo: *sighs*
I've already said we didn't steal your measurements. Even if we'd wanted to, we wouldn't have had time. Gary and I have been far too busy withe planning, the boss is too busy managing the League. I don't know what the hell Doctor is busy doing these days.
STEALING MY MEASUREMENTS!
#ChaseForBook9
Photo: *looks up at Mr. Castalan*
*blinks slowly*
. . . You and Adrasdos really were born for each other.
WE WERE!
#ChaseForBook9
Photo: Of course you were. In fact, I daresay-
Cell Phone: *plays an old eighties song*
Photo: One moment.
*flips open the phone*
Yes? Yes. Yes. What? Yes. No. Seventeen. Right. Left. No. Up! Yes. Yes. Yes. Thank you. Bye.
*flips phone shut*
*gathers up clipboard and papers*
If you'll excuse me, I've got to pick up something from the stationary shop just down the road.
Yes we shall. For now.
*Her food comes just as she has finished adjusting her clothing*
*She picks at it, then begins to work her way through her meal, it being warm and comforting*
*The restaurant is mostly dark, and empty*
*Shrugs anyway*
*Eats away*
CAN I COME WITH YOU? I'LL BE VERY LONELY ON MY OWN!
I CAN'T STOP SHOUTING!
#ChaseForBook9
It's posts like this that cause my to hyperventilate excessively.
Photo: Forgive me, Mr. Castalan, but this is a journey I must undertake alone!
*waves wistfully at Trip*
*begins to make his way down the street*
*still scribbling on his clip board*
*trying*
*trying*
*trying to write a speech for Gary*
*sighs heavily*
I just can't do this.
*turns a corner*
*approaches the shop*
I just can't.
*enters the shop*
Hullo, I'm here for the invites?
Mister: Oh, yes! The wedding! Congradulations!
Photo: No, actually, it's not me. These are for a friend.
*tucks the parcel under his arm*
I don't expect I shall ever get married.
*nods sadly*
Mister: Don't worry, sir. I'm sure you'll find a lovely man to settle down with.
Photo: No-
I'm not actually-
*sighs*
Thank you.
*leaves the shop*
*continues dejectedly down the street*
Me too, Kila :)
(Trip, can you stick around? I'll be done this little solo aside in a comment or two, and then I'll need you back.)
*She decides that maybe her feet are hurting because her shoes are too tight*
*She tries to reach down to loosen them*
*She can't bend that far*
*Groans* Noooo
(Very good, Anni.)
#ChaseForBook9
Photo: . . . Eh.
Maybe he's right.
I mean, flattery or no flattery, I'll never find a girl who'd want . . . well, this.
*gestures to his fabulous self*
. . . Ah, well. No need to think about that now.
Focus! Must focus!
Focus on the wedding.
Perfect wedding,
perfect bride,
perfect groom.
*is walking down the sidewalk*
*muttering to himself*
*walks past the entrance to a dark alley*
Dark Alley: *whispers*
Herrow Sir.
#ChaseForBook9
Hello, Sir!
-
*She quickly finishes her meal, and gets up, pays, and tries to find her way back to where the others were earlier, fumbling around in the dark*
Helloooo
*Keeps walking*
Photo?
*Like Marco Polo*
Photo: *stops*
*glances behind him*
Hullo?
Alley: *whispers*
Photo: Excuse me?
*backs up*
*stares into the darkness*
What did you just say?
Alley: *whispers*
Photo: *gets a little hot around the color*
Oh, oh really?
Well, you can just shut up, then.
Alley: *whispers*
Photo: *shouts*
Don't make me come in there and find you!
Alley: *whispers things only Photo can here*
Photo: *pales*
. . . Fine!
*drops the invites*
*but keeps the clipboard*
I'm coming in there.
Photo: *disappears into the darkness*
Photo: *surrounded by darkness*
Hullo?
Where are you?
*shakes fist*
Come out and face me like a man, why don't you!
Darkness: *whispers things*
Photo: Shut up!
Darkness: *whispers things*
Photo: SHUT UP!
*the clipboard clatters on the ground*
(Now then . . .
I would very much like him to be discovered.)
*whistles*
#ChaseForBook9
(Oh, yes, hullo, Sir!)
*Hears a whistling*
*Follows it carefully, half expecting it to be a sketchy person*
*It may not be*
Greetings, Ms. Dark, Barnosky, and Mr. Castalan.
*She rounds the corner and runs head-first into the whistling person, bouncing back a little*
*hears someone hearing someone whistling*
*realizes that he cannot, in fact, hear someone hearing something*
*wonders if this means that he cannot hear himself*
...
*decides the leave the philosophy to the professionals*
Crimson: *gets knocked over* Hey!
#ChaseForBook9
(Ah, Sir, you never cease to amuse me.)
Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't see-
*Notices whom it is*
...
No one is a professional philosopher.
#ChaseForBook9
Thank you kindly, Ms. Barnosky.
Crimson: Adrasdos?
#ChaseForBook9
(You're very welcome, Sir.)
Perhaps you should leave such bold statements to the professional philosophers, Mr. Castalan.
*Her throat feels tight, and she has trouble speaking without a waver*
Crimson.
Maybe I will.
#ChaseForBook9
(How have you been, Sir? Standard, I assume?)
Crimson: Yes?
#ChaseForBook9
*She looks away hastily* Nothing, I should get going. I'm sorry I bumped into you.
Crimson: Very well.
#ChaseForBook9
*She walks quickly away from the other woman, down the road, unsure of where she was going- anywhere but where she was*
*She turns a few corners, and finds the small park from earlier, sitting down on a bench*
*Her feet are hurting terribly, and stretches them out, wondering how the hell she's going to manage to get them off*
Indeed, Ms. Barnosky, you assume correctly.
(I thought so.)
(. . .)
...
Quite.
(Omg gerbils ok anyway you want to be found Anni?
(Yes, I do!)
(I dedicate this page to the following quote:
"When someone is crying, of course, the noble thing to do is to comfort them. But if someone is trying to hide their tears, it may also be noble to pretend you do not notice them."
- Lemony Snicket )
*wanders the street hearing yelling and goes to the source of it* Jezz what is the problem?!
(Wait . . . where are you, Zafira?)
*Raises glass*
-
*She awkwardly gets her foot onto the bench and works a knife at the shoelace, it being too tightly tied for her to undo*
A lovely dedication to a lovely quotation, Ms. Barnosky. I saw the quotation on your blog as well, and enjoyed it there first.
(Woah sorry ok *talking not yelling
Wherever you are
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