Ladies and gentlemen...
When I start writing Book 9, I had a title in mind. And it was a good title. It was a glorious title. It echoed a phrase we'd already seen in the books themselves, and it was cool, and haunting, and awesome...
But for some reason, it wasn't a "Final Book" title.
I don't know why. Some titles suit the last book of a series. Some suit the first. This title — my lovely, glorious title — suited the first.
I'm not going to tell you what it was, because I do plan to use it at some stage — and I never let a good idea go to waste.
But suddenly I had a problem. I needed a new title.
I needed a new title that sounded like a final book. I needed a new title that fit alongside Kingdom of the Wicked and Last Stand of Dead Men. I needed something almost... poetic.
And so I came up with this.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Posts
4,968 comments:
«Oldest ‹Older 4201 – 4400 of 4968 Newer› Newest»((Why are you taking medicine?))
Because I was sick
But the medicine is making you sicker....
Yup I stopped taking it. So now I'm stuck with side effects of it
They'll wear of eventually, just give it time.
*nods at what Silente is saying*
#ChaseForBookNine
Possibly here now. :) Msd.
#ChaseForBookNine
Hey star! Mbd. How are you?
OKAY!
*drumroll*
(ha, when I say 'drumroll' to my friend, she actually starts doing one. :P)
ANYWAY!
*drumroll*
INSTALMENT NUMBER TWO!
If you haven't read number one, go back and find it, or just ask me very nicely and I'll repost it!
"Okay," said Hunter. "I think maybe if we run up to it with enough energy and then jump . . ."
"And what if someone sees us?" Ez asked in a rather argumentative statement-making way.
Hunter sucked in his breath, thinking about it. "We say we're secretly superheroes?"
She gave him a Look.
"Okay," he sighed. "I'll give you a leg up. Then a shoulder up. Then you'll have to jump, so try not to land on me." He laced his fingers together in a foothold.
"Remind me why we're doing this again?" she asked, standing on his laced fingers, tentatively pushing her hand against the wall for balance.
"God, are you deaf? It's a Suspicious Building."
Personally, she thought he was just bored. They’d been driving around for hours, sensing, and then, when they’re tired of that, walking around for an hour more. It was tedious work.
She took a step onto his left shoulder, then cautiously stood up on that and put her right foot on his right shoulder. Her hands didn't quite reach the top of the wall.
"Jump," he encouraged her.
What made the building suspicious was that it was kind of sat there with nothing to state its purpose. The windows were boarded up and the doors were locked. It was edged by a car park, their accessible-to-all-areas-of-town car park, a road and another building. Hunter and Ez were in the car park, in a corner shadowed by the other building, hoping not to be seen.
"Ez, my shoulders tire of your cowardice," he informed her.
"It's not cowardice. I'm trying to work ou-"
"Just jump."
She shrugged and jumped. Her reaching hands banged off the edge of the building and she fell, hitting Hunter and causing them both to collapse in a heap.
"I told you not to fall on me," hissed Hunter, wincing.
"Well, sorry." She rolled off him and then stood up.
"This time, we'll -"
"No," interrupted Ez. "I'm not being -"
"Bit unfa-"
"Your missi-"
"True."
She stood on his hands again, then up to his shoulder in the same movement and jumped, using her momentum. One of her hands gripped the drainpipe, and she swung the other one up, then pushed her feet against the wall, walking them up before pulling herself over onto the roof.
"Yay," said Hunter. "Go Ez."
She looked around. "Um, Hunter?" She stood on the edge, looking down at him.
"Yeah?"
"There's no skylight."
He'd locked his eyes in one colour for the duration of their stay, but it didn't take a genius to note how his face fell. "You're kidding."
"Nope."
"Have you looked properly?"
"It's a roof, it's not exactly hard to see everywhere."
"Oh, fuck."
Another voice called from over the car park. "What the hell are you doing?'
Hunter and Ez exchanged a glance that pretty much meant "Crap," before looking over to the person yelling. Ez gave a mental sigh of relief. Not a police officer. Just a woman with a pushchair.
They stood there and waited for her to marched over, Ez dropping to lie on her stomach. She didn't want people to see her from the road.
"Sorry," Hunter called. "We were just looking for our ball."
"That's private property," snapped the woman, parking her pushchair in front of Hunter. Her child was asleep, his head lolling to one side. Ez was half-surprised the shouting hadn’t woken him, but maybe he was used to it. He would be, with a mother like her.
TBC
"So?" Ez shrugged. "We're not damaging it."
She glared at them. "You might break the roof."
"I'm not that heavy," pointed out Ez.
"I'm sorry, is this your building?" asked Hunter.
"No, but-"
"Then it's not really any of your business, is it?" He swung round to Ez. "Are you sure you can't see it?"
"For the tenth time, what is there to see?"
"Okay," Hunter sighed, looking as if he was trying think what to do next. "Okay."
"I think you'd better get down before I report you to the police," the undeterred woman told Ez.
So much for being inconspicuous.
"Coming down," sighed Ez. "Jack, you have to catch me, okay?"
She sat up and wriggled so she was sitting right on the edge of the gutter, legs as close to the ground as they would go.
Hunter looked a bit ARGH. "I'm not su-"
She pushed herself off the edge and fell.
Hunter jumped forward and grabbed her in a hug, straightening her, her momentum almost knocking him over.
Staying in character, she kissed him on the cheek. "Smoothly done."
Pushchair woman gave up and walked off, but she was glancing round, keeping an eye on them.
Hunter and Ez walked back to their car, attempting to look both innocent and invisible.
“If you walk in front of me, and I walk behind you . . .” suggested Hunter.
“Then what?”
“Then I’ll be invisible.”
“You’re taller than me.”
“Oh. Partially invisible.”
“What’s the point in that? You’re still able to be seen.”
“True,” said Hunter, and then he ducked down in between two cars.
Ez copied him. Slowly, she lifted her head up, peering through the window of one car and out through window on the other side. Pushchair women had frowned, and was looking around. “She’s noticed we’ve disappeared,” she hissed.
“Crap,” Hunter whispered back. “The target is intelligent. I repeat, the target is intelligent.”
“Aren’t we the targets?”
“No, that would make her the hunter, and I’m clearly the hunter.”
“Oh my gosh,” Ez laughed. “We’re so bored.”
“I’m not sure how long I can keep living here,” Hunter admitted.
Pushchair woman started walking.
“The target is on the move,” Hunter whispered. “We need to hide.” He looked under the car.
“No,” Ez whispered. “It’ll be all dirty under there.”
“So?”
“It’ll muck my hair up.”
Hunter looked horrified. “We can’t muck your hair up.”
“No,” she whispered back.
“Oh, dear,” Hunter said. “What the hell do we do, then?”
“I have no idea.”
The tapping of her footsteps and the hissssss of the pushchair wheels were approaching.
Hunter tossed his jacket to her. “Lie on that.
Ez wrapped it around herself and rolled under the car. Hunter rolled under the car opposite.
The woman’s voice called, suspicious. “Hello?”
Ez tilted her head to the side and saw Hunter looking at her. “We’ve vanished into thin air,” he mouthed.
She grinned. Then – “Maybe we were ghosts.”
He grinned back. “Maybe we were.” Then his eyes widened. “Wouldn’t it be cool if we were poltergeists?”
Her eyes widened. “Oh my God, yes.”
She put a hand on the underside of the car, thinking, concentrating, and felt its energy, harnessing it.
The car rocked from side to side.
Ez smothered a giggle, and looked back at Hunter. He was mouthing. “- see her expression.”
Ez nodded. “It would be the best,” she was mouthing, but he was reaching up to his own car, which suddenly shot backwards, skidding across the car park. Hunter jumped up as Ez rolled out, tugging Hunter’s jacket on.
“RUN!” he yelled, and jumped onto the bonnet of a Ford, running up it and over it and then leaping . . .
He sailed through the air and then hit his head on the back of a Mini as he crashed to the ground, curling up, pain flaring. Ow . . .
“Amateur,” said Ez, and she was standing on the Mini, lending him a hand. He grabbed it and they unsteadily ran over it, approaching the edge of the car park . . .
No, the car park could not end.
“TAKE COVER!” Hunter yelled, and they suddenly dropped to the ground.
TBC
“Bangbangbangbangbangbangbangbangbangbangbang” muttered Hunter, providing sound effects, then – “OH FUCK.”
Ez’s head jerked up. “Jack?”
“I think I’ve been shot,” he cried. “Oh God, Ella, oh God, it hurts so bad . . .”
He was whimpering, practically crying.
Ez crawled over to him between two cars. “Jack,” she wailed, then shot into business mode. “We need to stop the bleeding.” She took off his jacket –
“Hey,” Hunter growled. “Don’t you fucking dare get bloodstains on that jacket.”
“It may be your only hope of survival -”
“I don’t care.” He took a deep breath, and then said, his voice shaking but still strong – “They may take my pride. They may take my family. They may take my life. But they will not take my jacket.”
“Fair enough,” Ez decided, and slipped the jacket back on, pulling some kitchen roll out of it, which she pressed into Hunter’s chest, imagining blood pumping through her fingers. Her voice caught. “There’s so much red –”
“Ella,” Hunter said, his vision blurring with tears. “I don’t want to die.”
“You won’t die,” she hissed defiantly. “You won’t. You won’t.”
But although the repetition was meant to strengthen it, her certainty was decreasing with each sentence.
“Don’t let me die, Ella,” Hunter whispered, and then suddenly he relaxed.
“Jack?” Ez asked. She reached for his neck, testing his pulse, her voice rising to hysteria when she apparently didn’t find one. “Jack!”
She collapsed over his still body, sobbing.
“Are you okay?” asked an unfamiliar voice, and Ez looked up to see a man standing by one of the cars they were crouched between. His hand was on the door of the car. He was probably planning to drive out of the car park and go hope.
“Sure,” Ez said. “We’re fine.”
Hunter stood up, using the kitchen roll to wipe his eyes. “Nice of you to ask.”
The man looked at them, half concerned, half not wanting to bother with them, and Hunter and Ez meekly trotted back to their car. Hunter climbed in the driver’s seat, Ez in the passenger, and then they looked at each other and laughed.
“Don’t let me die, Ella,” Hunter mimicked, then – “Can I have my jacket back?”
“Nope,” Ez said. “It’s mine now.”
He snapped his fingers and sparks flared. “Don’t make me angry,” he warned.
“Oh God,” Ez muttered. “Here we go again.”
But she was glad of the distraction.
They jumped out of the car again and glared at each other territorially, energy running through their veins. Hunter reached up his hand and fired, the energy leaping at her over their car. Ez dived to the side, then quickly teleported up to absorb the energy beam. They couldn’t afford to spread destruction. Before she could react to Hunter, though, an loud fire alarm split the air, freezing the few people across the car park, its insistent wailing dampening their game. Hunter answered his phone and the alarm cut out. “Hello?”
“Hello,” said a female voice uncertainly. “Um . . .” Neither Hunter nor Ez could see it, but she was winding the cord of the landline phone around her hand, twisting it between her fingers, tangling it up into a hand-and-phone knot.
Hunter slipped back into the driver’s seat. “Speaking, please?”
“My name’s Leanne.”
“Oh,” said Hunter, the tone of his voice changing. “Leanne,” he mouthed to Ez, who was back in the passenger seat.
She nodded, leaning her elbow on the dashboard and turning her body to the side, watching him.
TBC
“You know me?” Leanne asked.
“Yeah,” said Hunter. “You’re that girl who . . .”
“Yeah,” said Leanne. “My sister . . .” She clenched the cord tighter.
“We can not talk about it, if you like,” Hunter said. “Then again, if you want to . . .”
“I’m fine not talking about it,” Leanne said quickly, then sighed. “Um, I was just phoning you to say thanks.”
“That’s okay,” said Hunter, and he smiled, not that Leanne could see it. “Any time.”
“I don’t even know you,” Leanne said.
“Well,” Hunter told her, “You do now.” Then - “If you ever need anyone to speak to . . .”
“You’re really nice,” said Leanne. She unwound the cord a bit, relaxing her hand.
“Not really,” Hunter laughed. “I’m pretty much average nice. Most people want to help. They’re just scared. So don’t be scared to encourage them.” He traced the edge of the steering wheel with his finger.
“You’re not scared?” asked Leanne, dodging the rest of his miniature speech.
Hunter smiled again, but it was a different kind of smile. A distant one, and not an altogether happy one. “I’ve lost people before.”
“Oh,” said Leanne, and sat there stupidly and watched the awkward silence creep in.
“Are you doing anything tomorrow?” asked Hunter.
Ez mouthed “Well, thanks for the warning,” at him.
He shrugged at her and traced her name into the steering wheel with his finger. Ezmeralda.
“No,” said Leanne. “Um . . .”
“Because we could go somewhere, if you liked,” said Hunter. “You could bring a friend or two, I could bring my wife. Take your mind off things.”
Hunter looked back at Ez, and she mouthed – “What the hell are you planning?”
“I don’t even know,” he mouthed back.
“Well, that’s positive,” she mouthed, and Hunter almost missed what Leanne was saying to him. She was replying in the affirmative, though.
“Where are you thinking of going?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” he said. “I’ve only just moved into the area, so . . .”
“Oh, that’s nice,” she said politely. “Where did you live before?”
Hunter rolled his eyes at how automatic and society-dreamed-up her sentences were.
Then he realised he needed an answer, here.
Um.
“Devon,” he said. “I haven’t always lived there, though.”
Ez was mouthing. “Why the hell did we live in Devon?”
He gave her a ‘one minute’ kind of gesture and carried on speaking to Leanne. “I could meet you at your house, if you wanted; I know how to get there.”
“What time are you thinking of going at?”
He let her finish the unnecessary words at the end of her sentence, equally her politeness. He would have interrupted most people. “Whatever time is the most convenient.”
A slight pause. “I’ll ask my friend. Um . . .”
“Shall I hang up?”
“Yes, that would be helpful.”
He ended the call. “Devon has nice ice cream.”
Ez rolled her eyes. “Okay, so what’s happening?”
“We’re meeting Leanne and her friend at her house. Tomorrow.”
“When?”
“I don’t know.”
“Where are we going?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well, this is going wonderfully.”
“See, I know that.”
“Next time, I’m arranging it.”
“It’s not my fault. Leanne is one of those people who is irritatingly uncertain about everything.”
“Oh,” said Ez, pulling a face.
“I know,” said Hunter. He sighed. “So bored.”
“I know,” said Ez, and sighed with him.
TBC
“Okay,” Hunter said. “Drive out of the car park.”
She looked at him. “Jack, you’re driving.”
“Oh, yes,” he muttered, then switched the engine on. It purred into life, spreading nasty exhaust fumes into the atmosphere. “Can I give myself directions, then?”
“Sure,” she said, strapping herself in.
“Okay,” Hunter told himself. “Slowly back out of the parking space.”
He did so.
“Now turn to the left, and drive out of the car park.”
His body did what his voice ordered. “Yay. Okay, now drive down to the end of the street, and turn right. Right, remember that, Hunter? Oh, well done!”
Ez rolled her eyes.
“Okay, now turn left. Yes? Yes. Yes yes yes! And, when you get to -”
His voice suddenly snapped into the vocal equivalent of the eye colour blue. “Ez.”
“I know.”
She was sitting up straight, suddenly. Sensing. “Robots.”
“Finally,” Hunter exclaimed, and reached for an energystick, then frowned. Ez still had his jacket.
She tossed him one, and together they drained their energy out, hiding themselves. They would be protected by the energy of the car, though . . . they would be okay.
“I guess we follow them,” Hunter said, rubbing his eyes with the hand that wasn’t holding the steering wheel.
“Guess so,” Ez said.
They drove in silence, both of them too tired for conversation. Ez watched the cars in front of them as Hunter drove.
“That silver one,” she said after a while.
“There are lots of silver ones.”
“Not the one in front of us, not the one in front of that, the one in front of that.”
“Okay.”
He stopped sensing, and followed with his eyes instead.
They were heading out of the city.
“Where the hell are they going?” Hunter wondered rhetorically, closing his eyes.
“Hunter,” Ez said sharply. “You’re driving.”
“I don’t need eyes to drive,” Hunter said stubbornly, keeping them closed. “I think hands and feet are much more important.”
Ez watched the road worriedly, hoping he didn’t suddenly veer off it.
Hunter opened his eyes again. “Damn, I think they’re heading for the motorway.”
“We’d better not run out of petrol,” muttered Ez.
“It’s okay,” said Hunter. “We can run on etherenergy.”
She waited for him to realise what he’d said.
“ . . . Or not.”
“Yes.”
The robots did drive onto the motorway.
“You see, I knew that road map would come in useful,” Hunter told Ez.
She rolled her eyes. “You didn’t even know we had it.”
“Yeah, but once I knew we did, I knew it would be useful. I kept this thought to myself, in order not to annoy you, but I knew in my heart that I knew it.”
She laughed, reaching for the map. “Concentrate on driving.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Okay,” said Ez, looking at the city they were in. “I think I know where we are.” Their driving about had made her more familiar with the layout of the city.
“Well, good, because I don’t,” said Hunter. “Try and keep track of us, okay?”
“Okay.”
The robots hovered just below the speed limit, which was stupid, because everyone knew you broke the speed limit a bit on motorways. Hunter and Ez slipped in the lower lane and carried on following, a few cars back.
“We’re heading north,” Ez said, blinking tiredly. She slapped Hunter in the face. Just in case he was falling asleep.
“Ow,” said Hunter. “Maybe they’re going to Scotland.”
“Scotland’s quite a way north.”
“It’s only a few miles,” he objected. “England is so small.”
A car overtook them. Hunter watched it mournfully. He didn’t like going this slowly.
There was a loud noise as they drifted onto the rumble strip.
“Hunter!”
“Sorry!”
He straightened up and sighed.
There was a sign on the side of the road, becoming rapidly larger as they moved towards it. It said: “Tiredness can kill. Take a break.”
I wish, sign. I wish.
END OF SECOND INSTALMENT
#ChaseForBookNine
DID I NOT MENTION THAT THEY TALK ABSOLUTE RUBBISH
DID I NOT
I'm fine, Silente. :) Watching Frozen today.
You?
#ChaseForBookNine
YAY STAR!!
I've been waiting til you were on to say that the first part was brilliant! :D
*starts reading part two*
JUST REMEMBERED THE ITALICS DIDN'T WORK
NEVER MIND . . . :/
#ChaseForBookNine
@Flora: Thank you! :)
But my writing SUCKS. :)
Really, it serious does. :)
But thank you anyway. :) :)
#ChaseForBookNine
*seriously
#ChaseForBookNine
My friend says 'absolute' rather than 'absolutely', and her friend tells her it's grammatically incorrect, and my friend gets upset because she says it isn't, it's just her dialect.
I'm mostly like " . . .
No comment", because I don't like to offend people like that. XD
#ChaseForBookNine
Well see I get silent migraines, I get the nausea the sensitvity to light and noise and the dizziness, but no matter what I never get the pain. It'll last about 2-3 days and it sucks. Started yesterday, today it'll happen and unless its the medicine it'll be tomorrow but I took myself off the cough syrup I had because it says it can cause dizziness, but the antibiotic says it causes lovely problems which of course I got Saturday so I didn't take it yesterday but mom thinks I should take it once a day
@Zaf: :( . . .
That sounds really sucky. :/
I suppose the good thing is that you DON'T get the pain, but it's still really sucky. :(
#ChaseForBookNine
Plus it's taking really long to write, my story, because Hunter and Ez just seem to like to fill up my time talking nonsense, but you know . . . better long and non-sense filled than not written at all. XD
#ChaseForBookNine
Non-sense . . . ?
*nonsense
#ChaseForBookNine
*finishes reading the second installment *
*and stars comment after*
Yey frozen! I hope you enjoy it. And the second installment is good. Wonder where the robots are going...
:D
That was really good, Star! :D
Can't wait for part 3!
@Silente: Me too, actually . . . O_O
I spent about 3000 words making them talk nonsense (yeah, you can have fun ploughing through that next instalment), and then I realised I had no idea where they were even going any more. XD
I think I have it, though.
I think I have it.
*nods*
I hope I enjoy it too. :)
EVERYONE likes it though, so - *shrugs*
Usually, when your friends like something, it's fairly good. :)
I mean, we all got obsessed with The Hunger Games, didn't we?
And that was good. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
It wasn't really, Flora, but thanks! :)
#ChaseForBookNine
Exactly? I think you'll enjoy Frozen. I don't think I've encountered anyone that's seen it and DOESNT like it yet. Even some of my killjoy-disney-sucks-friends liked it. One of them nearly cried.
You /think/ you know where they're going? You don't actually know? And I'm still going to enjoy the third installment. I like hunters arguments with people. He has an interesting point of view. And Ez seems cool although I don't really know her that well.
I've had them since I could talk. We didn't know at first what it was, I'd say watery eyes because at age 5 I legit had no idea. My mom finally accepted I wasn't faking and in 5th or 6th grade my mom took me to the current doctor i have and he said try taking a spoonful of honey at night, so i did and soon the time period of them shrunk to 2-3 days. Then he sent me for MRI's of the head to see what caused it I had an EEG and crap and they determined finally after taking away foods with MSG and slowly addig them back, its the silent migraine. They happen twice a year sometimes three times and its random usually during the change of seasons , I had my last one October of 2013 so its very very little time nowadays.
@Silente: Well, everyone liked Les Mis - except my mum. XD
Hunter has a wonderful point of view! :) I love it. :) He's so awesome to write.
Ez is really my Valkyrie character. :) Yeah. Although Skulduggery's the main one, Valkyrie's the one who's . . . yeah. Yeah. Main characters in different ways.
@Zaf: Oh . . . :/ Not cool. I hope they lessen as you get older . . .
Gtg now, fours! :(
#ChaseForBookNine
Bye bye star!
Zaf that sounds like its really annoying.
It is. Hmm in a few minutes when my head stops spinning I'll get my tablet. I'm in a mood to finally try to impersonate Nic, and Ari does know I planned to do this, and Nic himself was given full permission to write me a lengthy email on how bad i did :P
WHERE DID EVERYONE GO? *is arguing with le tablet*
SORRY THE CATS AND THE KITTENS DISTRACTED ME THEY WERE TO CUTE ITS NOT MY FAULT!
*glares at the cats*
*sees how cute they are*
*stops glaring at them*
Its okay gerbils do that to me
That's how they get you. That's how they're gonna take over the world.
Hey zaf what does someone need to be considered a threat to the American Sanctuary?
Uhm...I don't know it just depends what they do...if you attack the operatives it'll be for sure
Sorry food appeared.
So attacking their operatives. What about having a large stock of numerous types of weapons? Or selling mass amounts of weapons to people evil or not? Or training people to become assassins?
It would qualify....more then likely
Ahh. Hmmm... note to self, fix trip. Okay then. Thanks for the info! Of course its all hypothetical. Well hopefully it is, although you never know. Just one last question, what if someone was doing all of the above? Training assassins, stocking mass amounts of weapons AND was selling mass amounts of weapons?
Oh yes, that would certainly flag you up to spotters.
And I'm not leaving this bar.
Wimp.
Under Scottish law, spotter division mages would have enough to come and talk to you, and warn you to cease any minor level illegal activities, such as selling weapons without a permit. And they would also look around for major breaches. Like nukes, or other superweapons.
No, I'm just sensible.
That's one sanctuary. I'm interested in the American rules.
Eventually I'll get you. You can't hide forever trip. I'll break through your defenses. So you have that to look forwards to.
Well we'd elminate the problem, whether it be areesting or killing, if the person doesnt come quietly death is usual. I mean if they come quietly I usually have the happy job of interviewing them with a detective.
Ah okay then...
*stores that in her memory for later*
Wonder if that's the same for the English sanctuary..
Oh don't worry, I've all ready made contingency plans.
Well, I set up almost all the spotter divisions of the world, and I was rather bumbed aside on the legislation in America. In my opinion, they hold too much power. They can authorise a full strike on your facility, when still in the rumour phase
Oh yes, English sanctuary, practically the exact same legislation as the Scottish.
And why do you think we hold much more power? We're a large country.
Does Blogland have a sanctuary? And also Trip this is all hypothetical. Not real. So it wouldnt be 'my facility' it would be a hypothetical facility.
Mongolia is a large country, who listens to them? And anyway, I was referring to your spotter division. One corrupt guy gets too high, and he could perform an incredibly effective coup.
And the hypothetical was implied.
No. I mean its nuetral territory, if an Irish mage did something and I caught them its totally legal for me to arrest them, if Ravel found someone from another country doing illegal things he could arrest them. I mean we would hold the person and contact their Elders and from there it'd be either a transfer to their home country, or whatever the country who has them decides. Scarab was arrested on Irish soil but sent to serve his time in America. He's American so I guess thats why Bisahalani had said to transfer him.
Okay then. What if they don't have a 'home country?' What if there's absolutely no record of them?
You'd be detained in whatever country caught you. Though you'd evetually be linked somewhere. I mean I've had a mage from the Soviet Union, they were released and their home was on a border of the new states so they didnt exactly have a home country...but that was just odd.
Tends to be country of capture, or the one they commited their crimes in.
I'm merely talking about spotters, who have the same rights as all other sanctuary operatives, but the reason each country has it's own is so locals with their own expertise and culture can operate more effectively. Because of this, Spotters tend to operate on their own turf, or places with shared cultures. For instance, the english speaking nations tend to operate freely on each other's soil due to their heavily shared culture.
Well I mean no record of them. As in no birth certificate. No national insurance number. No bank account. No mail history. No past deals or contracts. So its like they don't exist at all. No link anywhere.
Sometimes of course, the person is so dangerous their home nation doesn't have the facilities to hold them, and will request for them to be kept in a more secure facility.
Country of crime or of capture.
I rarely meet any spotters. I usualy don't need to because they do what they need.
Vengeous is a prime example, he was held in Russia
Yes, because they hold so much power. It just bugs me a little.
Or, if you were Hunter, you would just do whatever the hell you liked and if people didn't like it you'd kill them until they shut up.
Just watched Frozen! :)
#ChaseForBookNine
Froezeen!
Yes, Trip. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
I HAVE OVER 8000 WORDS.
WHAT IS LIFE.
(I wish I could write like this for my main story. -_-)
#ChaseForBookNine
Did you like it Star?! Do you did you did you?
*walks into the semi-privacy of trips bar*
*sits facing trip*
How long till you tell your bosses?
((Not really here, but- Niccolò is like that, no records or anything, and until just a few years ago, not one living person knew he existed. I technically placed him under arrest in America a while back , although I don't know if I actually told you guys that... I just went with, you were arrested here, so we'll deal with you here. If that's helpful.))
#ChaseForBook9
K guys I am gonna do this. Its me not Nic on, though please do try to go along like it is. Gives Ari a good laugh ow bad I'll fail
Never, honour is very important to me. I gave you my word I would tell no one, and I will not.
However, it's only so long before SOMEONE discovers these completely unregistered and unmarked weapons. It won't be me, that's WAY below my pay grade, but I suggest, if you're going to keep this factory secret, you'll have to set up a dummy company.
@Star: WHOOP! FROZEN :D
sorry, very distant
Oh! Okay I did need that info Ari, bad girl! You report to me when you arrest people *hits with rubber duck*
@Silente: *smiles* I did. :)
#ChaseForBooknien
((Well, he was actually filed under "Crow" for a very long time in the Scottish Spotter division's archives, although no one knew who "Crow" was or what he could do.))
@Flora: EVERYONE LIKES FROZEN. :O
@Zaf: You appear to be in a good mood. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
Herrow Flora!
A dummy company?
*shakes head*
Then there's a trace to follow. I will not leave a trace if I can help it. The customers don't even know where their stuff comes from.
Hey Flora.
Good star, I knew you would! Its. Just. So. Great!
The weapons ARE a trace. A FAR more suspicious trace than a company that legally manufactures weapons.
The weapons are not an easy trace though. A company is easily traced. A bunch of customers with no idea where their weapons came from is not.
@Silente: *laughs* :)
Yeah. It was really heartwarming, pun not intentional. :P
#ChaseForBookNine
(I do hope this worked. The tablet froze after saving. This is a test.)
Helloo everyone! :)
I'm super distant because I'm writing :)
@Star: literally everyone I know likes it - it's amazing!
Woah. O_O That's a good impression ALREADY and you only just began! :)
#ChaseForBookNine
I'm glad you liked it star.
Zaf its working.
@Flora: The only people I know who don't like it haven't seen it. :O
And about half the people I know like it.
*dies*
#ChaseForBookNine
To a spotter, people who get weapons and they don't know how is a massive red flag. A company that legally manufactures weapons is not.
You see, a dummy company is entirely fake. Owner is fake, facilities are fake, it's all fake. It crumbles upon inspection, however, the likelihood of it being investigated is much lower than materialising weapons. Not to mention, when it crumbles, it's very hard to trace if you do it right.
@Silente: Yeah. :)
I think it's something I'll think back to. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
I'll consider it Trip. But then again my current method is working well. The only reason you found out was..well, a foot in the wrong place I suppose.
*looks at a delicate gold watch on her wrist*
I'm afraid I have somewhere to be. Business to do. Maybe later.
*rises and leaves the bar*
((ok sorry Silente, I'm ghosting.))
Hello Star, Silente, Flora and Trip.
#ChaseForBook9
((That was a VERY long poof Chi. How long can you stay on for now?))
Hey Chione.
Goodbye Chione.
*whirls dagger in hand*
*grabs niccolò mistaking him for Alastair*
*holds the dagger against his throat*
Hello. Decided to show your face?
Hello, Niccolò. :)
Okay. If anyone needs me or my characters, we're here. :)
Unless we're not.
On that note, msd. :P
#ChaseForBookNine
*shouts from the window* Hey Niccolo!
Nic/Zaf?
Silente, if I were Alastair I would not have greeted you. *hears Trip* Hello, Trip.
((Apologizes for vanishing, the power went out briefly, someone has unfortunatly crashed into a telephone pole.)
Oh er sorry nic..
*lowers the dagger and let's him go*
Sorry, though you were...you know...Alastair the evil.
*puts her dagger away*
I hope you enjoy your time with trip, I'm afraid I must leave. I have something to sort.
Come on in! ((The bar is bound by the way.))
Very well, Silente. *walks towards the bar* I rather not enter, it is bound and I do not wish to find out what happens if my magic is bound. My apologizes, Trip.
I see. Well...
I think I'm safe. *deactivates the binding symobol.*
Come in.
*comes inside the bar once it is safe* Why were you not safe, Trip?
*walks into the forest deciding to take the roof entrance to avoid disrupting classes down below*
*walks a fair distance away before tapping her collar bones and taking to the sky*
*flies to the rock outcrop and hits a sigil on her wrist to open the roof*
*drops down through the hole*
*lands and walks to the storage*
*takes out the order, 5 crossbows, 2 hand guns, 4 semi automatic machine guns, a hydrogen bomb and 10 body armour suits*
Well, Silente wants to wipe my memory of something I saw. And I'd rather you didn't read it out of my mind, I promised I wouldn't tell. *eyes glaze over, and he looks around*
*takes the produce to the business dock*
*pauses before the door*
*taps and holds the sigil on right elbow*
*a warm glow spreads over her*
*she walks through the door and sees a tall, thin woman in a dark suit*
*puts the produce behind her*
You have the money?
That explains why she left. Also, I will not pry, I understand not wanting another person to know. *glances at the steps leading to where Adra often slept* How is your daughter? I saw she attended Oscar's wedding.
She's healthy. Developing very quickly though. Maybe it's just me, but she's already grabbing and biting.
It's a bit fast. How are you?
Lady: your younger than I thought. The money. *nudges a bag forwards* its all there. *looks away*
*grabs the bag and searches through it*
*all the money is there*
*nods* yes. Yes it is.
Lady: your younger than I thought. When did I give you the money? *looks confused*
Its okay. Here. *passes her a large bag with her order contained safely within. Now go please. *smiles at her*
Lady: *turns and walks* *looks at the weapons in the bag confused as to where they came from. *shrugs and leaves* *never to return*
I am fine, thank you.
(AN H BOMB? WHAT'S SHE GONNA DO WITH THAT?)
And Ari?
((I don't pry into my customers personal plans trip))
*smiles and turns the memory sigil off*
*leaves through the roof door*
*flies ton the clearing*
*taps her collar bones dissolving her wings*
*smiles and walks back towards trips bar*
((Just saying, H bombs are prime spotter flags, and they will look into it's creation.))
((I know that. But that's if she uses it and is caught. Which she will be, but you'll get that in the rp in a bit))
Aretha is...fine. I really don't know, Alastair severed the link I share with her.
Yeah, how's that going anyway? The whole Alistair thing.
*enters the bar*
*wonders why she doesn't feel her powers being bound*
*shrugs and decides not to wipe Trips mind, that be less fun*
*nods at nic*
*looks at trip feeling slightly weak from all the magic she'd used today*
*especially the memory sigil*
Trip. Could I please have a drink? You know which one.
Hello, Silente.
Hey Nic. Sorry about earlier. Again. Should've knows Alastair wouldn't have used my name.
**known
Of course. *vaults over the bar and downstairs, returning a moment later with a bloody tequila*
I thought you might like something different.
No, he'd have called you vampire. I would have reacted the same way.
#ChaseForBook9
*smiles at trip*
Much appreciated.
*takes a sip and closes her eyes smiling slightly*
*holds back from just chugging it*
*carries on taking small sips*
*each one sending a jolt of energy through her*
*sits straight and finishes the drink*
*puts the glass on the bar*
Yes he would have called me vampire, if he addressed me at all. He usually only talks to me so he can either taunt me, try make me lose control or compliment the beast. That was a weird day. I got a compliment from him. Very weird.
If you need help with what we talked about, I'm very knowledgeable in those areas, so any advice or contacts you need, don't look any further.
*waves a hand at trip*
I'll think about it. When I'm not tired. Do you have a sanctuary radio? I have a bad feeling about the deal I just did...
You should get used to it, he'll try to break you. Why do you think he hurt Aretha? He knows you hate being a vampire, so he will use that against you.
Silente, if you want to know about a Sanctuary I could find out. You have not done something illegal, have you?
I know. But I'm trying. I'm not broken yet, just hit a little bump. And I can deal with being a vampire. I'm learning each day more and more about controlling and embracing it.
Illegal? Well....
*exchanges a look with Trip*
Not exactly. But someone else may have...
Well no, I have my work phone though.
*still here, btw :)* *watching*
#ChaseForBookNine
((Oh hey! Thought you'd poofed!))
(No. Just writing. :P
You can tell I'm writing this, ohmygosh. I keep going off on tangents or clarifying things three times over before stopping myself. :P)
#ChaseForBookNine
((Star, if you would like to roleplay I will gladly. I can multitask.))
Silente, don't do something you will regret.
((Well at least people will sort of understand better if its explained three times..))
Oh Nic, its a little late for that. Plus I won't definatly regret it...just possibly. And if I didn't do things I MIGHT regret then I wouldn't do anything because everything you do has a chance of being regretted later..
*all sanctuary staff get a text message informing them of a failed h-bomb threat. The culprit was caught and is being arrested. No source as to where the weapons came from. Target was a sanctuary and the surrounding mortal villages. All staff to be on the look out and careful in case she wasn't working alone*
@Zaf/Nic: It's okay. :)
Unless you would like to. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
*has Aretha's phone, and quickly reads the text* Silente, you do realize that you just told Ravel and Zafira you did this?
What? What does the text say?
((I do not mind at all, Star.))
#ChaseForBook9
It told them that there was a failed H-bombing. The threat was a Sanctuary and surrounding mortal village. *sighs* Did you not think they would put two and two- *stops self* You were selling illegal weapons, to criminals.
((I keep forgetting you're not actually Niccolò. :)
Then again, I forget Niccolò is actually being written by Ari. *laughs*
I love how . . . himself Niccolò is, despite the fact he's not writing himself in a literal sense. :)))
#ChaseForBookNine
*pales even more than her usual completion*
She what? She tried to blow up a sanctuary?! Oh god. Oh god oh god oh god...
*starts panicking*
*looks wild and startled*
*jumps to her feet and moves as a blur charging out the door*
*stumbles to her knees in the clearing*
*she really shouldn't have used that much magic today*
*wobbles and climbs to her feet*
*walks weakly away as fast as she can*
*vanishes and appears beside Silente, stopping her walking* Silente, running will only cause them to think of you. Calm down, and tell me exactly what you did
#ChaseForBook9
*collapses to the ground tired and weak*
Nothing I just...I just made a deal. I didn't know she was going to do this! Most of them just want them for defense or to study them! No ones tried to use one before!
*starts feeling sick and very dizzy*
I didn't do anything. Nothing. It wasnt my fault. Oh god.
*squeezes the sigil on her palm*
*sends a message to Philips mind*
*simply saying 'run and hide the proof'*
*feels it drain more energy and ends up laying on her side unable to get up or talk*
((Should've gone to Specsavers.))
((Oh, wait. I mean 'Should've listened to Trip', of course.))
#ChaseForBookNine
((Should've gone to Spottersavers.))
((Star. Just. *shakes head grinning*))
((You two are real helpful. :D))
((@Trip: OHMYGOSH YES! XD *hugs*
@Silente: XD))
#ChaseForBookNine
Silente, *kneels beside and heals* Do try to nt blame yourself. You didn't do anything, if the person cannot remember you, then you should be alright.
#ChaseForBook9
*sits and weakly pushes Nic away*
I need to see trip. He can help.
*starts walking towards trips bar*
*stumbles once or twice but manages to get there*
*sits heavily on the chair and looks up at trip*
What now? What's going to happen and what should I do?
Although, you did give someone an H bomb.
Seriously, who does that?
It was business. Supply and demand. Please, just tell me what's going to happen now.
Well, we need to know who's been arrested, and what their plan was. I can get hold of that immediately, but I don't think we need to worry about that. Presumably the detectivs and spotters got them and are all ready on that.
I think you should stop making W.O.M.Ds.
*vanishes and appears behind Silente* You could simply wipe the person's mind.
W.O.M.D's?
Weapons of Mass Destruction.
#ChaseForBookNine
I already did that Nic. I do that with every deal I make. But Trip says that might not be enough.
((Oh thanks))
Gee thanks Trip, super helpful. I mean am I gone to get caught?
Well, if you try hard enough, you can retrieve wiped memories. You're going to have to change tac.
((Well, if you get locked up for life, it's okay, you just have to wait a few years for Hunter too come into power and he'll get you out. :P))
#ChaseForBookNine
Well, if it's clear this bomb popped out of nowhere, a lot of resources will get pumped into that. We can't have H bombs lying around. And if we find her memories have been wiped, there will be a follow up reading, which will most likely retrieve the memories, and then you will be hunted down.
So, yes.
Okay so let's presume they're going to be able to access the wiped memory. Then they'll have an image of me, with my wings out.
*sighs and head butts the bar leaving her face mushed against its surface*
I'll be hunted down like a dog. I'm screwed.
Unless.
I pull some strings.
I doubt they will look for a wiped memory. If you would find out which Sanctuary has her, I could see if they do find out.
#ChaseForBook9
I can tell you for a fact, they will. When she can't remember where she got the bomb from, they WILL search for the wiped memory.
Thanks guys but I'm not getting you two screwed over as well.
*sighs her shoulder dropping*
*sits up straighter*
I guess I should go pack my bags.
I DEDICATE THIS PAGE TO SCREWING UP. JUST BECAUSE. DEAL WITH IT.
Well, people listen to me. If I tell them that I've sorted it, they will believe that I've sorted it. However, I will have to sort it.
@Silente: That's a good thing to ded to. :)
I believe I could write a speech about that . . . Mushroom wrote a better one, though, about not being okay, which is a similar concept, so . . .
#ChaseForBookNine
((Star if you wanna write a speech about it feel free to do so :) ))
What do you mean 'sort it'
@Silente: I'm fine. I know what I would say, which kind of takes all the fun out of it. :P
#ChaseForBookNine
@Silente: I'm fine. I know what I would say, which kind of takes all the fun out of it. :P
#ChaseForBookNine
I stop you making weapons capable of destroying islands and promise to only sell to non-dangerous customers. And by promise, I mean that you WILL. And I will be keeping an eye on it.
I'll tell them I tracked down the bomb and blew up the factory in a spectacular explosion.
Trip how do I know if a customer is 'non-dangerous?' Anyone and everyone is dangerous. And saying that won't stop them wanting to find the person selling the weapons. I can give you their excuse now
'just because you blew up the factory doesn't mean this person won't set it up somewhere else. We need to stop them'
Silente, whatever you do, you would not 'screw me over', I have managed to do that a long time ago.
One sentence from me stops anyone worrying about a case: Don't worry, I've got my eye on it.
By non-dangerous, I mean large companies, people who's backgrounds you've researched.
Trip I gave someone a hydrogen bomb. Saying you've got your eye on it isnt going to calm people down. Zafs gonna kill me...and Chi. Especially if this means I can't make her wedding. I really put my foot in it this time. Which sanctuary was it?
*checks phone* Canadian.
I don't think you realise how influential and respected I am.
I think Chi would be more concerned about your safety than your attendance at her wedding, don't worry. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
Canadian? Which one does Zaf run?
I could talk to Zafira, she usually listens to me. I doubt she will murder you. *shifts into a crow and flies onto a tree branch*
I meant she'd metaphorically kill me. When's she coming back anyway?
American. So, do you want me to diffuse this situation or not? It'll just take one phone call.
Diffuse it, Trip.
#ChaseForBookNine
Trip how does the word of one Scottish mage calm a Canadian sanctuary as well as all the other sanctuary's?
*speaks in Silente's mind* She is over in Ireland, a meeting with Ravel and the Irish Council, I would assume she will return sometime later tonight.
@Silente: He isn't just a puny Scottish mage, though.
#ChaseForBookNine
*flies over to Star, and lands on her shoulder*
#ChaseForBook9
*smiles* Because that scottish head spotter is the best spotter on the planet and a well known adventurer. If I say I've closed a case, people will ditch it. People trust me. So, hunted like dog, or live as before?
*nods at the crow*
Later tonight. Well that's...at least there's some time, and if she's in a meeting she might not have heard about it yet..
Star: *jumps slightly, wary*
#ChaseForBookNine
Post a Comment