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.
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«Oldest ‹Older 4801 – 4968 of 4968*shakes head, and winces at the thought of human body parts* Yes, I am sure...Alastair...would agree with that, Star.
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*solemnly* Yes, I am very sure.
#ChaseForBookNine
I thought she meant adra..
No, Silente, she did mean Aladra. Alastair and Adra are shipped, as you would call it. Alastair is interested in her, a good person turning evil, one may say.
#ChaseForBook9
Ah okay. That makes more sense. Who started that Ship?
A few people who read something Alastair and Adra wrote.
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Sorry for vanishing again! I'm looking into going to University in Greece... :3
Oh okay then.
I ship it, Silente.
That sounds interesting, Luciana
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I thought you were going oz?
Where'd trip vanish to?
Nm there he is.
Greece looks so pretty, but it's really expensive because the good universities are American owned and America sucks with university. :/
I would agree, Trip.
#ChaseForBook9
I ship it unbelievably hard. :P
Okay, you see, AdraTC is . . . well, she's a really good person, who spends the majority of her life helping others. However, Alchemists like her have to have . . . balance . . . and so because she is good so much, she needs to spend a certain amount of time being evil, so she started to have blackouts where she'd go and kill people. Alastair came across her, thought murderous psycho Adra was absolutely delightful, and now they go on killing sprees together. When Adra begins to shift back into being nice, Alastair stops her mentally, keeping her unbalanced.
It's absolutely horrible, because NICCOLO and TADRA and TRIP and ADRA and ALL THOSE POOR MURDERED PEOPLE, but it's very shippable, so . . . :P
That sounds awesome, Mushroom! :)
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@Mushroom: Oh. :(
#ChaseForBookNine
I'm leaving for a while now. Probs bbs. Bye!
*pokes everyone*
*taps her collar bones and spreads her blue wings*
*flies off*
It's so dark, but they're so cute together.
Goodbye, Silente.
Trip, I wouldn't think that.
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And WHY not?
Just remember who Alastair is, remember what he does to people he meets.
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Can we not debate about shipping couples.
Everyone to their own.
Well yes, but so does evil Adra.
We all know CHEMERALD triumphs all.
(Idk why that capitalized(
Em, did you see the modlist?
Hey, I prefer Tadra over Aladra.
(And of course I adore Niccolò and Alastair is horrible, but nobody really seriously ships Alastair with anyone else.)
And Alastair is horrible, but you know, my favourite real life friend is a sadist and my favourite character is a mass-murderer. :P
Look, you people know me. If you argue against something, I'll argue for it. It's automatic. Sorry. :P
#ChaseForBookNine
Aye I did, there's a lot of them I haven't heard of.
And thank you Adra, there is no need to say that.
Chemerald. <3
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Well they're cool. You can look them up I you want, they're all pretty mainstream. I was going to do it on 1.6.4
Hey, I prefer Tadra too. I just wish we could have both.
*Nods to what Trip said*
Blogland ships confuse me. o.o
I much prefer, Tadra. I do not like when Alastair is out, simply because of what he does. I hate to see people hurt because of him, because of me.
#ChaseForBook9
Lu you SHOULD check put my ships of Blogland. Blog
oh my god
IDEA
... What
See I'm on Minecraft 1.7.9 now so I'm not sure how many mods there is for this version.
@Trip: I KNOWWWWWWWWWWWWW. :(
I shouldn't, though. All those dead people . . .
Tadra is beautiful, though. :)
Wait a second
I feel a metaphor coming on
*clears throat*
Avenged Sevenfold's vocalist once said that Avenged Sevenfold were classic metal, and that was why people liked them (yes, this is questionable, just repeating what I read), and that extreme metal fans were so bitter, because they were like, why are Avenged Sevenfold getting all the fame when they're not even that heavy, but their vocalist said that people didn't want it to be really extreme, they wanted classic metal.
And that's because, despite everything *tying metaphor into Tadra/Aladra now*, violence and gore and extreme heaviness only take you so far, and what people really like is beauty. Beautiful music, and beautiful ships, and Avenged Sevenfold are certainly beautiful, and Tadra are certainly beautiful, so they beat bands that just scream and swear and they beat Aladra who just go around killing people.
Ahem.
Yes.
#ChaseForBookNine
I believe you have created a ship name for Aretha and myself, or I am mistaken. I do know we are shipped though.
#ChaseForBook9
@Mushroom: Sorry. :P
THE ROLEPLAY IS THE BEST THOUGH
I MEAN, WHEN I'M IN BLOGLAND, YOU JUST WONDER WHY YOU WOULD EVER NEED TO READ BOOKS. :P
(Having said that, I listen to Slipknot, who are very violent and extreme and swear a lot, but ehhhh. :P)
@Niccolò: Nikola Tesla. :)
It's beautiful. :)
And I ship you. :)
Sorry.
#ChaseForBookNine
LOOK AT MY "SHIPS OF BLOGLAND" BLOG LU
I JUST DID AND I'M REALLY CONFUSED ADRA
Very few Em, very few.
YEAH Xd
"seven little baby cafés" OHMYGOSH.
*still loves that :P*
#ChaseForBookNine
I think I'll add the Flans modern weapons mod too...
Stasiu Wolanski and the Seven Babies
Such a messed up film concept.
And it's my film concept. D:
*comes back* *i think i'm addicted to blogland* *oh well*
Nic about your earlier comment of
'I do not like when Alastair is out, simply because of what he does. I hate to see people hurt because of him, because of me'
Its not your fault. Its his. Don't blame yourself for the actions of your demons, its not right.
Like evil Adra.
Silente, Alastair is me, I took his name and fused it with my own. No matter how much I wish, I am the one hurting you when he is out.
#ChaseForBook9
*nods at Trip*
Yes.
ADRAAAAAAAAAA IF YOU READ THIS THEN, IF IT IS POSSIBLE, NICE ADRA SHOUDL SPEAK TO NICCOLO ABOUT HOW HE IS NO MORE RESPONSIBLE FOR HIS ACTIONS THAN SHE IS.
#ChaseForBookNine
No. When he comes out you can't control him. So you fused his name with yours. But you did that for a good reason. Or at the very least what you though was a good reason. Just because he uses your face doesn't mean he is you.
@Niccolò: But Adra and evil Adra are the same person as well.
Just different sides.
It's like Jekyll and Hyde. Jekyll can't stop Hyde. It isn't his fault. Although they are the same person, they are different, and as one cannot control the other, they are not accountable for each other's actions.
Yeah.
If I kill someone now, then that will be me making the decision to do that, and I could have stopped myself, and if I chose not to, I'm to blame.
But if I am, um, walking with a wineglass, and I trip, and the shards of glass fly everywhere and one of them hits an innocent bystander in the throat and they die . . .
It was my actions that killed them, but I did not do it voluntarily, and I did not WANT to do it.
Manslaughter, not murder.
Alastair is forcing you to commit manslaughter.
But it's murder for Alastair, of course.
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(Not 'did not want'.
I did not DECIDE to do it.)
#ChaseForBookNine
That's an interesting philosophy Niccolo.
'Sokay, Dragona. :)
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Wb dragona
When I took his name, he turned and took control from me. He forced me to kill my entire family. You have seem them, I know. They blame me, not Alastair. I hurt Aretha, I hurt her, you may think- *stops and vanishes*
#ChaseForBook9
No-
Damn. Now he's upset.
wb Dragona.
*looks around*
*sighs*
And he's gone. Again. When will he understand its not him hurting people if he's not the one behind the controls.
*appears several minutes later* My apologizes.
#ChaseForBook9
@Silente: Potentially, never.
Never give up, though. :)
It's fine, Niccolò. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
*smiles at him*
Its fine. I understand.
Hello again. Where'd you go?
I poofed again.
Wb dragona...again
Nowhere important, Trip. *forces self to smile back at Silente*
#ChaseForBook9
Well, I'm glad you're back.
Have...any of you seen Aretha?
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((Forces? This is something else that bugs me. Be yourself. Dont 'force' yourself to do anything! Show your true colours!))
Hey Nic, what's your favourite buyable thing in the world?
A little. But not in a while.
Aretha? No not really...then again I have bad memory...
I don't usually buy things, Star. I have no need, I do not stay in one place.
*quietly* Good, he did not kill her, yet. *to the others* I am so sorry for what Alastair has done to you guys.
#ChaseForBook9
((It was me who asked. Not star))
Alastairs done next to nothing. And you don't have to apologise for him.
Ah, all he does is insult me a little. It's not a real problem.
((It says Star said the comment...I believe Blogger is glitching.))
Yes, well when your body is the one torturing people. *stops self again* I have nothing else to say, I was the one who took the name, what they do is what I do.
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*represses a sigh*
Whatever you say. I'm not going to change your mind.
*Wanders off for an hour, then refreshes the page and reads all the comments from 5pm*
BUT LUCE, AMERICA DOES UNI REALLY WELL, that's why I'm going.
Yes, it's more expensive and that sucks, but in Britain we get pushed into deciding our futures in year 9. Whereas, in America, you can graduate with an undeclared major.
I never minded the British way because I've always known roughly what I wanted to do, but so many of my friends have no idea and they're in university. Britain sees a lot of people have a quarter life crisis and end up in a job that doesn't relate to their degree because they had to decide what to do with the rest of life when it had only just begun :/
Hmm, I don't know - I just think that America actually has quite a good thing going in some respects
What don't you like about American unis?
At least you don't argue. Others try to argue and say I am wrong.
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Oh Nic, I /would/ argue, but I know a stubborn and unchangeable case when I see one. And I know where your coming from.
Good. I am glad someone can see sense. *shifts into a crow again, sitting on Silente's head*
#ChaseForBook9
*stands still so as not to accidently knock the Nic-crow off*
*mutters* sense. Yeah you could call it that. Or you could call it experience..
*rolls her eyes*
*wonders if the Nic-crow will let her stroke him*
*pecks Silente hard on the head, as if reading her thoughts*
#ChaseForBook9
Ow!
*rubs where he pecked*
That's mean! I thought it! I didn't actually try to stroke you!
*grins a little*
*flies off and shifts back to self* You forget, I knew what you wanted. I do not like being stroked. Aretha is the only one allowed.
#ChaseForBook9
I never /wanted/ to stroke you, just wondered if you would /allow/ me to stroke you. And since you've told me only ari can stroke her man then I now know better. You needn't peck me.
I never pecked a vampire, I now have. *smirks* I can have some humor, Silente. Also, Aretha and I...we aren't dating. I would never want to put her at that risk.
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Ah...sorry. My mistake.
*rubs arm awkwardly*
Be a minute!
*presses a sigil on her nose*
*steps backwards into a newly appeared portal*
*pops up in her storage vault*
*goes to the one that doesn't contain weapons and opens it*
*shifts into a spider and crawls onto Silente's back, so she won't notice*
#ChaseForBook9
INSTALMENT NUMBER THREE
Yes, this is mostly full of Ezter talking nonsense, but something actually happens in the instalment after this, I promise. :P
The great thing about doing this draining thing was that every now and then, they got energy top-ups to keep them going. It was a bit like a deprived alcoholic being driven a drink every now and then. Not that Hunter would know anything about being an alcoholic.
Sometimes he wondered what it would feel like to be drunk. Properly drunk. You could read about it, but reading wasn’t being. He knew it wasn’t worth much, the sensation of being drunk, and it wasn’t as if he really wanted to be, but he felt a bit like he was missing out on one of life’s major experiences, and it made him slightly resentful.
“Hunter!”
“What?”
“You’ve lost them.”
“What?”
Ez pointed to the robots, driving off to the side. Too late to take the junction now.
“Crap.”
“Yes, it’s very crap! This is why I should drive.”
“Well, I didn’t notice you noticing . . .”
“I was map reading!”
“You only have one road on one map to read, it’s not exactly hard!”
Her voice sharpened. “Hunter!”
He looked up and swerved away from the lorry he’d almost crashed into, then had to teleport them left a bit to avoid their swerve taking them into the car on the other side.
He had had to teleport them.
The blankness rushed up at him and he collapsed.
“Fantastic,” sighed Ez, grabbing the steering wheel and reviving filling herself with energy (the robots were far away enough, now. Thank God) with her other hand, before reviving him. Hunter’s eyes flickered open and he sat up. “Sorry.”
“Okay,” said Ez. “We’re swapping.”
They teleported into each other’s seats in the same instant, and Ez straightened the car up.
Hunter sheepishly picked up the map, glancing along their motorway. “Okay,” he said. “Come off at the next junction.”
Ez looked at him. “I don’t trust your map reading.”
“Eyes on the road, Ella,” he said, mimicking her, then – “Tough.”
She rolled her eyes. “We should stop for petrol, as well.”
“Okay,” said Hunter, pouring over the map.
They sped up, now they could go their own speed, and hovered above the speed limit instead.
“Turn off here?” Ez asked.
“Yes,” said Hunter.
“I do hope you know what you’re doing.”
They turned off, and progressed onto an A road.
“Okay,” said Hunter. “Next left.”
“What next left?”
“That one, there!”
“That’s practically a dirt track!” Ez protested, turning.
“Nonsense! It’s made out of concrete as much as the next road!”
“And what if the next road’s a dirt track!?”
“Well, then screw the next road!”
Ez eyes the fields on either side of them. “Hunter, I’m not sure . . .”
“Shush. I know where I’m going. Okay, next right.”
“How long will this field-hopping take us?”
“Well, less time if you speed up.”
She sighed. “I should have just let you drive.”
“Nonsense. Okay, turn right now.”
She turned.
“Proceed on the current road,” Hunter told her.
She looked at him. “Are you a Sat-Nav?”
He laughed delightedly. “You remember!”
“Of course. We had a Sat-Nav when I was growing up . . .”
“We didn’t. I got one when I was older, though. I used to like annoying it.”
Ez had heard about his Sat-Nav before, but she let him continue.
“I would set it on a route and then it would go “Next right” and I would be “HOW ABOUT NOOOOOOOOT” and then it would get all in a fluster, having to calculate a new route, and then it would say “Proceed on the current road” and I would be all “FUCK THIS I’M REBELLING” and turn left. And then it would say “Please make a U-Turn when possible” and I would just be like “YEAH, HOW ABOUT NOT”, and then I would almost crash into the dead end and would meekly make a U-Turn, and it would just sit there, looking all smug . . . It was so irritatingly correct all the time that I eventually had to get rid of it, but still, good times.” He smiled, then frowned. “Oh, by the way, you might need to turn around. You should have gone left back there.”
She sighed.
TBC
“Ez, can we get a Sat-Nav?”
“I’m not sure what we’d use it for.”
“Well, to annoy, of course,” he said, as if it were obvious.
“We can consider it,” she said, turning right, which had previously been left.
“I miss Sat-Navs,” said Hunter quietly, then sank into some grey emotion.
Ez tilted her head at him after five minutes. “You okay?”
He nodded. “Sometimes I wonder, you know?”
“About what?”
“Everything. Nothing.” He shrugged. “I don’t even know what I’m wondering about, but I still wonder.” He sighed.
“You’re probably just tired,” Ez said, squeezing his arm. “I know I am.”
“Stupid robots,” he muttered, then – “Can I have my jacket back?”
She laughed. “Mine now.”
“That line’s getting old. Next right.”
“Are we moving in a wonky diagonal line?”
He looked back at the map. “Something like that.”
Ez sighed, looking out of the windscreen. “I never thought I’d say this, but it’s nice to see fields.”
“Yeah . . .” said Hunter. “Fields with roads running through them, even here. Have you seen this map? Roads, villages. Everywhere. And that’s now . . .” He shook his head. “Sometimes I think I should just go and massacre a load, Ez.”
She looked at him. “You know you won’t.”
“I know I won’t,” he said, looking back at her, and they kept eye contact until Ez’s eyes flickered back to the road. She was driving.
“You know Darth Vader?” he asked her. Even if his eyes hadn’t been blue, they would have been blue, but a darker shade. More brooding.
“Yes?”
“I’m not Darth Vader.”
“No, you’re not.”
“And even Darth Vader was slightly human.”
She said his next sentence for him. “So that’s something.”
He nodded, and his expression cleared. “Okay, when you reach the T-junction, go left.”
She obediently followed. “Hunter?”
“Yes?”
“Even if you are evil, I don’t care, because you’re still you. You know that song?”
He smiled. “Yes.”
Then – “Thank you, Ez.”
“Ella,” she reminded him, with a smile of her own.
“Fuck Ella. Okay, turn right at the roundabout, take third exit.”
“I’m sure you’d love to fuck Ella.”
“I’m sure Ella would love to fuck me.”
“I think Ella’s scared of you.”
Hunter grinned. “Everyone’s scared of me.”
She rolled her eyes. “Sure, I’m scared of you.”
“Secretly, you are. You tremble with fear whenever you think I’m not looking . . .”
“You fear my eyes. They’re unnatural. Monstrous.”
“They’re all-seeing.”
“All-seeing eyes, yes. I see all.”
“So then I know you see me tremble.”
He frowned. “No . . .”
She grinned. “Aha.”
“Shut up. Don’t shut down, though, I need you to drive.”
“Yes, sir.”
He cleared his throat. “We are nearing the motorway. Remember, keep your eyes peeled and your attention cored, and don’t remember to scuttle, for you are not beetles!”
He glared at his imaginary audience threateningly, and then continued – “Fight till the last man.”
Ez interrupted. “Or woman.”
“Or woman,” he acknowledged. “Wait, woman? Has one of you had a sex change recently?”
He glared at his men again.
“I’m a woman,” Ez reminded him.
“You’re driving. You don’t count. And speaking of driving, get driving! We haven’t got all day!”
He nodded at his men. “May your swords stay sharp, but not too sharp, because the points’ll snap off.”
He watched them as they marched away. Ez kept a metaphorical eye on the road with her senses and watched as his unnaturally blue eyes moved upwards across his vision, and then slowly shifted as the men he was watching marched ever further away.
It fascinated her, the way they did that.
They again, Hunter’s eyes were always fascinating studies.
“They’ll be okay,” she told him. “They’re tough. They’ll come back.”
“I hope so,” he said, troubled. “They’re good men. I’ll miss them when they’re gone.”
“I’m sure.”
He grinned. “I’ll miss you more though, Ella.”
“I’m not going. I’m driving.”
“Oh, so you are. Yes, of course. I quite forgot.”
He looked at her absently.
“We’d better drain ourselves again,” said Ez. “If we’re going back on the motorway.”
TBC
He nodded. “Can I have my jacket back yet?”
“Shhhhh,” she hissed. “Impatience.”
“Impatience is a virtue.”
“That’s patience, Jack.”
His name didn’t flow in the same way Hunter’s did; it was too jerky. Ez didn’t like it.
“They have both be virtues. Yin and yang, you know.”
“No, they can’t both be virtues. Impatience isn’t good enough.”
Hunter frowned. “Well, that’s a bit -”
“No, I’m sorry. I’ve given it enough chances. And if at first you don’t succeed -”
“Cheat.”
She grinned. “Exactly. Let’s skip to the end of the chase.”
“But the end is the boring part.”
“Not if there’s a fight.”
“True,” admitted Hunter, then – “Wait, you don’t even think that.”
“Doesn’t matter. Impatience isn’t a virtue by your reasoning or my reasoning. It’s totally out.”
“Poor impatience.”
“It’s its own fault.”
“How do you know? It could have been bullied, grown up in an abusive family -”
“End of the chase, Hunter!”
“Now, you’re just being impatient.”
“No.”
“No?”
“No, I’m not.”
“I think you are.”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “What are you implying?”
Hunter looked innocent. “I wasn’t implying anything.”
Then he frowned. “Oh wait, I was.”
Then – “No, I wasn’t.”
Ez headsteeringwheeled.
“Wait!” announced Hunter. “I have it! I wasn’t implying anything, my dear Ella. It was much too obvious to ever need to be implied.”
“But it takes patience to imply, my dear Jack.”
“But you don’t need to.”
“But that’s irrelevant. Where patience can be given, patience is delivered!”
He slammed his fist on the dash. “Where patience is needed, patience is delivered!”
“Silence!” she snapped. “Patience is delivered when it can be given! This is the law!”
“Well, I’ll break the law!”
“Well, fuck you!”
“Well, you just broke character! And, guess what, Ella, that is impatient!”
He smacked the dashboard triumphantly, his eyes alive with an orange blaze.
His eyes shouldn’t be changing colour, but she hadn’t the heart to tell him to control him.
Ez leaned her head against the steering wheel, looking sidelong at Hunter. “Shall I tell you a secret, my dear Jack?”
“If you wish,” he told her, the smile creeping up involuntarily, and his eyes were green was well now, and gold. They looked like an odd shade of hazel, a very bright one. Not exactly pretty, but they were Hunter’s eyes, and she loved them.
She smiled, and pulled the car over onto the hard shoulder before leaning over, whispering in his ear . . .“I’m not virtuous.”
His eyes widened, going grey with shock. “Oh, Ella.”
“I’m sorry, Jack.”
She didn’t look it.
“Oh dear, Ella,” he said. “Oh dear. For this crime, the most grievous of all crimes . . .”
He sighed sadly.
“Stop dragging it out,” she snapped impatiently, and his eyes flared brighter, the grey melting away, but then they were black, and sorrowful, and he said, his face the face of a thousand funeral attendees –
“I’m going to have to divorce you.”
Ez’s eyes widened in horror. “No,” she whispered. “No, Jack, you can’t do this to me.”
“Like hell I can’t,” he said grimly. “I should have gone rid of you long ago, you stupid bitch.”
She roared at him. “YOU CAN’T FIRE ME, I QUIT!”
“WELL, YOU’LL BE LEFT A PENNILESS OLD MAID THEN!”
“WELL, FINE!”
“WELL, MORE THAN FINE!”
He tore off his wedding ring and chucked it at her, and she caught it, glaring sternly at him. “Hey.”
“Hey?” asked Hunter cautiously.
“This cost good money. Look after it.”
She tossed it back to him.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said, proudly putting it back on.
TBC
“Oh crap,” said Ez. “The robots.”
“Ah, we’ll catch them up,” Hunter said. “One last mission before I divorce you, eh?”
She glared. “You’re not divorcing me.”
“Like hell I’m not.”
She hissed at him, her face a mask of rage. “If you dare divorce me then I’LL DIVORCE YOU.”
“I am trembling in fear,” said Hunter mildly.
She slapped his face.
“Ow. Ez, you’re wearing a ring.”
She slapped him again.
“Well, two can play at this game, Miss I-don’t-know-what-the-hell-your-surname-is-but-it-sure-ain’t-Gray,-buster – who’s Buster, anyway, and what did they bust – hey, Ez, did I ever tell you, that if I bust a buster, I’m a buster buster, and if I bust a buster buster, I’m a buster buster buster, and if I bust a buster buster buster, I’m a buster buster buster buster, and if I bust -”
Ez took hold of the wheel again and pulled them back onto the road.
Serious now, they panned their eyes across the road, searching for that silver car, feeling for that energy. Well, Hunter was. Ez was driving and looking, and that was enough, considering she had returned to almost fainting.
Sigh.
"Ez?" asked Hunter.
"Yes, Hunter?"
"Nothing, I just like saying you name." He smiled. "Ez Ez Ez . . ."
She laughed and blinked, pulling her mind back to the road.
"Oh, LOOK!"
That was his enthusiastic voice. Oh dear. "Yes?"
"The sun's shining on that car and it's all sparkly!"
He bounced in his seat, feet kicking the foot well. "It's so PRETTY, Ez!"
She felt him expelling energy - probably light, heat and levitate - and then he collapsed.
She sighed, and left him. He'd be all right. Or all left, in his words.
END OF INSTALMENT
#ChaseForBookNine
*steps into the weaponless vault turning on the light*
*smiles at what is in reality the closest thing to her home*
-in the room the walls are plain cement. There is one battered arm chair and a fridge. Most of the room is taken up by a cage containing a stone bed with only a thin sheet on it-
*goes to her fridge*
*grabs a bar of chocolate and an apple*
*goes back out turning the light off behind her*
*steps back into the clearing and closes the portal&
*crawls off Silente, and then shifts to human, standing behind her* Hello, Silente.
#ChaseForBook9
(Once again, it's missing the italics, and I apologise for that. :P
They don't transfer from Word to the Blogger comment box.)
#ChaseForBookNine
Hey. Here.
*hands him the chocolate*
Have a few endorthins. They make everything better. Well not better but happier..
*takes a bit of the apple*
HAPPIER IS BETTER. :P
#ChaseForBookNine
(Anyway, I've written over a thousand words in four days.
Haha. XD)
#ChaseForBookNine
No thank you, Silente. *nods to Star about haappiness*
#ChaseForBook9
That was really good Star :D
((I like the new installment star!))
*raises a brow at Nic*
Seriously? You won't take my word help, you won't take my help help and you won't take chocolate? Dang boy what do you do to cheer up?
Silente, I- oh alright. *takes the chocolate and eats it* I do not need cheering up, unless you can prove Aretha isn't a bloody corpse in a cave, then I am not cheering up.
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Well...
*tries to think back to who it was with star in that cave when they saved her*
*thinks it might have been ari*
She /might/ be in a cave...but I'm fairly certain if it is her she's not dead or bloody..just sleeping.
Right. Sleeping. *thinks back to the cave, through Alastair's vision* Never mind, that was her. *winces, barely noticable to anyone*
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Oh no no no do you even know how many sides of A4 are needed for the two essays?
I can take you there if you want. I remember the way. Or at least I might..one minute.
*delves into her memory*
*remember the knife and taking the blood from it*
*flinches remembering the pain of changing*
*the memory turns black and white with red in the corners*
*pushes harder and starts remembering the path it took*
*nods and opens her eyes*
Yeah I know the way. I can take you, if you want.
I know where it is, Silente. Thank you though. You're much more useful when you aren't being insulted.
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Why yes I tend to be more helpful when I'm not being insulted. Insulting me just makes me angry and aggressive. And non helpful. Mind you I think most people are more helpful when not insulted.
Yes well, insult Alastair it usually makes no difference.
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@Flora: It was terrible, but thanks!!! :)
*hugs*
(sorry I poofed, went for dinner. :P)
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Welcome back, Star.
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Oh Alastairs no fun to insult. I prefer trying to get him to loosen up a little, maybe lose some of his evil.
((Hey star))
*waves to them both* :)
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((*waves back and pokes her*))
*laughs* Alastair Cruciatus, loose his evil? That...that would be like if I could free myself from my names. Silente, if he was in control, he would probably have died laughing. People don't loose their evil, I tortured and killed so many people, I may have good intentions now, but I will never loose my evil.
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*feels slightly hurt at the laughter but hides that*
Well maybe not lose it but control it more. Not give into it. Try being nicer for a change. He'd probably be nice if he wasn't so hell bent of causing pain.
Silente, do you actually know anything about Alastair? What his discipline is, anything like that?
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I know originally he had the power to create poisons from scratch. He could make them up from no where, adapt them and change them. Make it so that their antidotes no longer worked or so they had different effects or took longer to effect people.
I don't believe in evil.
Everyone is themselves, okay? And some of themself is good and some is bad, but you aren't evil. You aren't ever one thing. You are many things, complex, contradictory, and also, ever-changing. Evil isn't a backpack you pick up/drop off when you come across it/work out how to undo the straps (or get fused to, as you seem to think Alastair is). Actions you take are evil and good, but always both, although one can be much more dominant than the others, and if someone repeatedly commits predominately evil actions, people perceive them as evil.
However, this is not true.
Alastair is himself. It's not his fault he's a sadist, any more than it would be your fault if you were schizophrenic, and he is just a person, like the rest of us. He just does bad stuff, a lot of bad stuff, but if you get a good feeling from being nice to people, if it makes you feel good about yourself and stuff, then quite clearly you will go around being nice to people, but you don't do it for them. You do it to make yourself feel good about yourself. Therefore, your actions are selfish.
Although Alastair is selfish, he's not greatly more selfish than the rest of us. The only difference is that his selfish actions inflict more suffering upon the world than ours do.
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(Hello...?))
Hello, Silver! :)
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Silente, diseases. Poisons help with that though, he just well before he got into magic he was decent. Magic changed him. He's been trapped inside my head for over five hundred years, you would be a tad insane too. Believe me.
Star, that is an interesting theory.
Hello Silver! I don't believe we have ever met.
*walks forwards and looks her (?) up and down*
Hmm..strong heart. Good blood pressure. Veryyyyyy nice.
*smiles at her showing her pointed teeth*
Hello, Silver.
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*parachutes in through the ceiling (assuming we have a ceiling), flips twice and lands, cutting off the lines of his parachute*
And I'm back.
It's an interesting theory?
Woah, no.
Don't you 'interesting theory' me.
It's not just there to look pretty.
Listen to it. :P
(I think writing makes you a much better actor. :O)
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Wb, Dragona!
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Wb dragona
Welcome back, Dragona.
((What? Okay this sounds freaky, the more I write as Nic the more I am thinking like him. That's kind of creepy. I usually have no idea what he would do, like earlier I kind of just went on autopilate when Aladra was being spoken of, my main concern is when Ari reads how I did, I probably messed up horribly.))
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*Glances towards Tempest and frowns, stepping away slightly* Uh...? Alright... And we have met, quite a few times. I just don't like being me, so I change me. My identity will remain a secret, though.
Hey Niccolo, hey Ink
(That is.... Odd.))
How are you, Silver?
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@Zaf: Yeah - me and Hunter are quite similar in quite a few ways, which probably just seems like really bad writing but it's mostly because he influences me so as a person, I change to become more like him . . . :P
It's really good to see things through your characters' eyes, sometimes. For example, Hunter thinks my sister is quite awesome, so I think I respect her much more as a person now, unintentionally, because he's seen things in a totally different way to the way I was and now I think of it like him.
It's rather scary, actually. :P
And - I don't think you have messed up. :)))
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*steps closer to her moving around her in a slow, lazy circle*
*still smiling with her teeth on show*
Ahhh okay then. I understand hidden identities.
Hey Silver! (I know who you are, btw, but I won't tell)
((The thing is, Niccolò isn't even mine. I just really adore his character, and first off, I am finding it odd to be called a guy, and I also feel like this is coming too natural to me. ))
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To each their own. Silver does not wish to be named, I shall not pry. *smirks watching Silente*
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((@Zaf: No such thing as too natural. :)))
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*Swings through one side of the room on a vine, as if being hailed* ALADRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
*Swings to the other side of the room, hits the wall, falls to the ground unconscious*
(Hey there Silver! :) *hugs*)
*watches Adra fall, and goes over to check that she is still alive* Good, I needn't revive her.
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@Adra: *laughs* XD
Well
you're smart. :P
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((Hey adra! Careful, there's a wall there))
"Careful, there's a wall there."
*laughs* XD Oh, Silente. :P
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((So you guys think I'm actually capturing his character? I also learned that I can actuallyvtalk with excellent grammar, if I try.))
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*Hits Star* Shush
*hits Silente* Shush
*Hits Niccolo* Shush.
Adra used to be an adventurer like you, then she took a wall to the face.
((Well I haven't really met Aretha's Nic apart from that time after I met Erebus and everyone ended up fighting him while he strangled me with shadows and Nic healed me while I was unconscious. But yeah you seem to be capturing his esscence well!))
((Wait, who is this?))
So long as you are not dead, Adra, I will not worry. *lets her hand pass through self*
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*hits adra back* shush!
DRAGONA I WILL SMASH YOUR FACE INTO A SKYRIM CD I SWEAR :P
@Silente: You haven't? :O
Oh, poor you! :(
If I knew how to link you to the time when we were all screaming and covering him with glitter and he was just hiding under the wardrobe as a cat, thoroughly miserable, I would do. :P
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Trip, you do not know who is scribing for me?
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@Dragona: *laughs* XD
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((WHY WAS HE HIDING FROM GLITTER?!))
Adra, no lollygagging.
I much prefer that you would not try that again, Star.
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*bursts into room*
ADRA?
*looks bewilderedly at Nic*
*wonders why he would hide from glitter*
IF ANYONE CAN TELL ME WHEN THAT WAS, TO STOP ME HUNTING THROUGH MONTHS ON END OF COMMENTS, I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER.
@Silente: Beats me. O_O
@Niccolò: I'm sure you would. :P
I DON'T THINK I WAS EVEN THERE HAHA.
I THINK I WAS ASLEEP AND I READ IT IN THE MORNING. XD
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((Zaf or Ari? Or someone else? It's normally Ari, but you never know.))
Trip, who do you mean?
*shudders at the memory* There was a lot of glitter that day, under the wardrobe was the safest place.
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((Zaf or Ari? Or someone else? It's normally Ari, but you never know.))
Who is Zaf or Ari?
But. But....WHY WOULD YOU HIDE FROM GLITTER?!
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