And I am finished.
Well, "finished" is maybe the wrong word. There are still two short chapters to write — detailing Scapegrace's little adventure - but basically, essentially, that's it. I'm done. I've just sent the official first draft of The Dying of the Light over to Nick, my editor, and Michelle, my agent. They've both read a rough version a few weeks ago so I know there's not going to be much in the way of changes when I start editing next week. Which is a relief. And word count, you ask? Word count?
Well, at the moment, before the edit and missing two little chapters, the word count stands at 153,193. I can't find the exact count, but I think LSODM was about 161,000, so it'll be pretty close in size. I genuinely thought this would be a much smaller book, closer to Dark Days in terms of length. My editor, however, knew the word count would just explode once I started to do what I planned. The book is, he has told me, "hugely ambitious". So there's that.
And I'm glad it's taken me this long to write it, to be honest. I'm glad TDOTL is going to be a heavy, substantial book. It is the end, after all. It deserves to be weighty.
It has still to hit me, by the way. The fact that this IS the end. I think when the edit is finished it'll occur to me that there'll be no more Skulduggery books. Not exactly looking forward to that moment.
On a cheerier note, I've seen Tom Percival's rough sketch of the cover, and it will literally KILL YOU with feels.
Which, now that I think of it, probably isn't a cheerier note at all.
We have such cool ideas for the coming year, plenty of AMAZING events to announce, and I can't wait to let you all in on what we're planning. The next two days, in fact, I will be spending in a massive meeting about those very same events.
The Year of the Requiem is gonna ROCK.
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*sends the water and darkness down onto the volcano and it blows up, the lava dried up*
Hey Edward. How are you?
*laughs pleasantly*
Oh, aren't I just?
Keep in mind, Silente m'dear, that I know every inch of this hotel. I know every toggle, every tripwire, every panel and every trapdoor. You'll have a damn hard time fighting me on my own turf.
Fine thank you
Erghhh I have to go! Stupid time zones making everything difficult. Gotta get some sleep before I go to work again :/
Bye everyone!
*runs into Hotel, finds Silente, hugs her, gives her a pinecone, then runs away into the distance singing a very off-key version of Hallelujah*
Ah! Hullo, Edward! It's been a while.
*smiles cruely*
Oh but that makes it all the more /fun/
*eyes fully black*
*skin pale and glowing white*
*taps her collar bones letting her wings free*
*rolls her shoulders*
All. The more. /fun/.
Bye Matex
Bye Matex!
*eats the pinecone*
*He whips around and lets out a cry, darkness all around the volcano becomes solid and encases the explosion*
*Drops his hands to his sides and falls to his knees, a slight trickle of blood falling from his nose*
*The rubble and lava from the volcano fall haphazardly around them as he falls to the ground exhausted*
*shrugs lazily*
Fair enough. Though I daresay we ought to level the playing field . . .
*stands*
*approaches the clock on the wall, and twiddles the hands*
*the hotel begins to shake violently*
*and when it stops shaking, something is different*
*smiles wickedly*
We are in Miami. My guests are at the Waldorf Astoria, where no harm can come to them.
Now . . .
*cricks neck muscles*
. . . I can fight.
Ooh, volcanoes
Aww. You took the hostages out of it! Its not as fun without your little guest. They make such fun dollys. Never the matter though.
*fluffs her wings slightly*
*grins at Clara*
Let's go.
Alrighty then.
*lunges at Silente*
*pulls back fist, ready to deliver a mighty punch*
*suddenly bolts upstairs*
Hecate: *looks at him* Idiot...
*runs after her*
*let's her wings lift her slightly*
*stops before she reaches the top*
*flies as a blur not touching the rest if the stairs*
*looks around for Clara grinning*
*let's her skin glow brighter, so that's its almost blinding*
((@edward Chi/Hecate and Blake as are on the volcano talking. Me and Clara are in Miami in her hotel.))
*smashes the BREAK GLASS IN CASE OF HOTEL INVASION box*
*wrenches out the chainsaw, for the second time*
*charges down the hall at Silente, swinging the chainsaw like Grell*
*suddenly remembers I'm still in my nightgown and dramatic bathrobe*
*I probably look absurd*
*dodges the chainsaws swings*
*is knicked on the arm*
*ignores the cut*
*swings her wings towards Clara's chest hoping to burn her*
Ok, anything needed?
*turns my shoulder against the blow*
*her wings sizzle against my arm and I howl in pain, swinging the chainsaw down in a high arc above our heads*
*Enters Blogland, wearing a new suit and smelling vaguely of peppermint shampoo*
Greetings, everyone.
*Stands shakily and faces Hecate*
Am I really... gonna have to... knock you back into her subconscious..?
*stops fighting*
*sighs wistfully* Mr. Ioux . . .
*abruptly continues swinging the chainsaw and screaming*
Greetingd Mr loux
((Hey Ioux))
*dives away from the chainsaw*
*scorches the walls with her wings*
*gets up and backs into a room*
((Hullo Loux))
*abandons the chainsaw*
*opting instead to lunge forward and deliver a punishing roundhouse kick to Silente's jaw*
*knocking her backwards, onto the coffee table, which breaks into splinters under her impact*
ok then, goodbye
*jumps to her feet*
*grins at the splintered table*
*the floor is scorched/burnt where her wings touched it*
*taps the sigils on her forearms*
*throws her arms wide sending a giant wave of blue energy at Clara*
*in close range like this its near impossible to dodge*
((Bye Edward!))
Hello Mr. Soul, Ms. Crowley, Ms. Tempest, Mr. Fletcher, Ms. Asashina.
((How are you Ioux?))
*the wave of energy crashes into me, hurling me against the wall so violently that I leave a Clara-shaped impression*
*I slide down the wall, winded, struggling to my feet*
*I slam by right hand onto a symbol on the wall, cleverly concealed within the design of the wallpaper*
*breathing heavily* I . . . I put this here . . . for the guests . . . who trash . . . their rooms . . .
*every broken or displaced piece of furniture begins repairing themselves and flying to their original positions, most of them crashing violently into Silente, battering her with furniture from all sides*
*my
Goodbye then, Edward.
((I am quite well, thank you. My pursuers have Fridays off. Yourself?))
*is hit by numerous pieces of furniture*
*crouches down defensively*
*wrapping her wings over her so any furniture that touches her is burnt*
*stands when they've all stopped*
*dives and Clara and punches her in the jaw*
*the skin is red and slightly burnt where her fist connected*
((Can't complain. I'm rather enjoying myself. I love fighting, its so entertaining.))
**at
*is knocked comically backwards from the force of the punch*
*wipes a little blood off my lip with the back of my hand, in the manner of every action hero ever*
*rolls to my feet, and darts out into the hall, hoping to be pursued*
*claps her hands together so they glow red*
*follows Clara quickly*
*grinning and moving as a blur*
*through gritted teeth* It's time to clip those wings.
*slams hands and feet against either wall*
*forming an X at the end of the hall*
*sigils glow under my hands, and a dozen circular blades spring out of the wall with a SHIIIIIIINK, slicing violently into Silente's back*
((Well, different pastimes suit different sorts of people. I must say, I prefer chess.))
(sorry)
Hecate: No. She has complete control over me. We're friends. Let's just say I'm her evil twin.
*screams out as her back is sliced*
*her wings begin sizzling as blood falls onto them and evaporates*
*falls to the ground her wings limp*
*whimpers slightly*
*taps the sigils at her collar bones with shaking hands*
*the wings retract leaving her back bleeding and her shirt at the back ripped and slightly singed*
*stumbles to her feet*
*takes a deep breath*
*exhales*
*then laughs maniacally*
Ah-HA! Ah-ha ha ha ha HA!
*Decks Hecate in the face*
That's for all the people who could have been hurt
*His cell phone rings*
*He answers it, and inquires about the weather to the lovely gentleman at the other end*
Man: You are an idiot, an idiot of the 33rd degree, and scion of an ancestral procession of idiots stretching back to the Missing Link.
Ioux: I'm terribly sorry to say you have the wrong number, and I apologize for any inconvenience.
Man: *Starts to protest*
Ioux: *Hangs up*
*roars and charges Clara*
*her body glowing so brightly it looks like a giant white fireball*
*slams into Clara scorching her skin*
*pins her against the walls eyes manic*
*hands on her shoulders which are getting burnt more the longer they are incontact with my glowing skin*
*LOUD SCREAMING*
*struggles to push Silente off*
*stomps on the floor, hard*
*the patch of wall we are pressed against begins to revolve, revealing a storeroom beyond*
*the wall spins faster, faster, FASTER*
*I am trying to throw Silente off*
Hecate: *grabs his arm*
Because she controls me, I am a more powerful version of her, so be lucky of that. I could break your arm right now.
*let's go*
Chione: *doesn't look at him, walks back to the house*
*grins and grips Clara's shoulders tighter*
*throws her out of the revolving section diving after her a second later*
*stands over Clara*
*eyes burning with anger*
*back already healing*
*lying on my back*
*breathing heavily from pain and rage*
. . .
. . .
*I can't do anything*
*I'm through*
*I've lost*
*but in the back of my mind*
*there's a voice*
Shudder: *quiet distain*
Honestly, what kind of a manager would you be if you let yourself get bested in your own hotel?
*I hook my leg between Silente's and twist, sending her crashing to the ground*
*I struggle to my feet and stand over her, gripping her by the hair and smashing her face violently into the floorboards*
*Phone rings again*
*Answers it*
Man: I cannot tell you, Sir, how juvenile of you it is to suggest that I might have the wrong number.
Ioux: Do you have a degree in idiocy, Sir?
Man: Are you undermining my intelligence?
Ioux: How insecure in your wits must you be, sir, that you even need to ask.
Man: At least I have wits!
Ioux: Oh, dear, I've angered you, haven't I? Now you're the one making juvenile remarks. Well, sir, I can see that I have nothing to gain from speaking to you, and I'm sure you could say the same, so shall we not both get along with our lives?
Man: You are an overgrown arrogant snob!
Ioux: I see. Well, I'm terribly sorry to hear that. Good day.
Man: You lying knave!
Ioux: *hangs up* *This time, when the phone rings, he doesn't answer*
*Sighs and sinks into his shadow*
*Appears through a shadow in the hotel's wall*
*Smashes the ground between Anni and Silente apart with a large tendril of darkness*
Alright ladies that's enough. We don't want any permanent damage.
*looks up at Blake grinning despite her bloodied nose and face*
Says the guy wh just broke the floor.
*jumps to her feet*
*jumps over the gap*
*hits Clara with a flying kick*
*gasps in pain*
Th-this is not your concern, Blake . . .
*AGONY*
There's nothing . . . we can do . . . to this hotel . . . that I can't fix . . . in a day . . . or two . . .
((Clara I'm not burning your wrist..Blake broke us apart.))
((I've just kicked your face instead))
(And yet . . . AGONY.)
Oh for the love of...
*Grabs at Silente with arms of shadows, attempting to pin her arms and legs to the ground*
You've won, now lay off
*snarls* Won? WON!?
I think not, good sir!
*grabs her wrist again*
*it bubbles and burnt again*
*grabs her other wrist causing the same effects to start*
Say you surrender. I might let you live if you surrender,
** *escapes* then everything else I said.
*sits on the couch, staring through the window in silence*
*violent snarling and struggling*
Think I'll surrender in my own hotel?
HA! I think not, you contemptible excuse for a vampire! You fiend! You hack! I have a hundred tricks up my sleeve, yet to come! A thousand! A million!
*violent struggling*
((Ohhh. I like that picture. Its pretty! Is that animé Elsa?))
((yes it is. All my pictures from now will probs be Elsa spam))
*let's go with one hand*
*Rips both of Clara's sleeves off*
I see no tricks!
*tightens her grip on the wrist*
Fine then. Don't surrender. I just makes it more fun.
*whirls and throws her by the wrist*
*aiming near the gap*
((Yey Elsa Spam!))
*tumbles and rolls across the floor, to the gap*
*falls in*
*clings to the edge, violently hyperventilating*
Why . . . you . . .
*my grip doesn't hold out*
*I fall down . . . down . . . down into the basement*
*I immediately bolt for the lift, returning to the lobby*
*jumps down the stairs to the lobby*
*hides behind the desk*
*her back to it*
*makes her skin dim a bit*
*closes her eyes and falls asleep sitting up*
*drags self to the middle of the lobby*
*aching all over from the fight*
*bruised, battered, and burned*
*takes a deep breath*
*exhales*
There's nothing for it . . . I have to . . .
*looks over at the check-in desk*
. . . I . . . I don't want to.
But I need to.
*the little bell sits there, on the desk*
*innocent*
*I gently pat the wall*
It's okay . . . don't worry . . . it's okay . . .
*I approach the desk*
*hand outstretched for the bell*
((How do you fall asleep sitting up?! Is it only me who can't sleep sat up or in a car?))
(*raises hand*
I can quite easily fall asleep in a car, or sitting upright, with my head bowed. Perhaps it is indeed, just you.)
*leaps out from behind the desk*
*knocking Clara to the ground*
*pins her and grins*
Any references on how to die?
**preferances
*grins a bloody grin*
You're such a funny girl, Silente . . .
*slams knee into her stomach*
I was thinking of asking you the same thing.
*lunges for the little bell*
*seizes it*
*and bolts for the nearest window*
((I can sleep anywhere really...apart from standing up, or upside-down, that's just weird. I can fall asleep on all transport, sitting up, on a lilo in a pool (then I would drown but meh) and blow-up beds.))
*curls over her stomach*
*takes a deep breath in*
*straightens and runs after Clara*
*Jumps down into the basement and continues to fall right into a shadow*
*Pops up behind the couch*
*Hugs Chio from behind*
You alright?
((I can only fall asleep laid down! I mean it doesn't really matter what I'm laid /on/ but I have to be laid down))
*charges full-force at the window*
*arms up to brace myself*
*I reach the window*
*and*
*stop dead and carefully open it, stepping out gently and shutting it behind me*
*I turn back and grin at Silente from behind the glass*
*I raise a hand, and snap my fingers*
*a blue-green spark flares there*
Did you forget about my Energy?
*I hold up the bell*
This is my secret weapon, Silente. The one I hoped I'd never have to use.
*I snap my fingers next to the wooden hotel wall*
*and the hotel explodes in blue-green flames, roaring up to the sky and filling the air with multi-colored smoke*
*symbols swirl in the magical fire, which twists and curls unnaturally, like snakes*
*I laugh manically as I run from the flames, the hotel bell clutched to my chest*
*screams as the fire flares up all around her*
*her skin begins to burn*
*the heat is painful*
*hammers her hands against the window images of being burnt alive flashing before her eyes*
*stumbles through the flames searching for a way out*
((Question...IS there a way out?))
*mad cackling*
*I've quite lost it*
*I run farther and farther away from the burning hotel*
*the bell clutched safely in my hands*
Just have to wait . . . wait . . . till it's burned to the ground . . . all reduced to rubble, and then again to ash . . .
*gives the bell a little DING*
My hotel . . . my lovely hotel . . .
*cuddles the bell*
(Only if you survive the flames, which are quite potent, and quite everywhere.)
((Okay. Where /is/ the way out?))
*perks up, necromancer powers alerting me to a death soon to come*
*Swears loudly and drops like a rock into his shadow, flying out of Silente's and tackling her into another*
*They resurface outside the hotel, not far from where Anni stands*
(The skylight. If you can makes it up the stairs before you're crisped.)
Ah, Clara, Silente. XD
I do love you. :P
Mister Ioux! :) :) :)
I've missed him. :)
And - I don't watch anime either, and I also can't go to sleep sitting up. Well. I assume I can't. I generally need to be lying down with my eyes closed in the dark and the quiet doing nothing, and it generally takes me about half an hour to drop off. :P
Haha.
However, I was falling asleep whilst writing the other day in history, so maybe I've improved. :P
Speaking of sleep, this is probably just a drop-in comment before I head off . . . :(
Meh.
#ChaseForBookNine
*is vaguely aware of not being in fire anymore*
*however is still on fire*
*and has turned slightly delusional*
*I say slightly*
*its muttering in french about a cat she used to have called Mr. Fred and her dad who she killed the first night she changed*
*still burning away and just laying there as her fkesh melts and bubbles and burns*
**flesh
*tosses the bell from hand to hand*
*DING DING DING*
*perturbed by Silente's sudden appearance*
*but it's all explained by Blake's presence, anyway*
*quiet smile*
Don't you want to see what my little bell does?
*wide grin*
*wider grin*
*WIDEST GRIN*
*Covers Silente in a tight layer of darkness to douse the flames*
*Stalks over to Anni and holds up a fist cloaked in swirling shadows to punch her*
What the HELL were you thinking?! You could have killed her!
*bell tossing gets more violent*
*DING DING DING*
That was the idea, Blake.
*scowls at Silente*
That was the idea.
*mutters quickly in french eyes closed*
*begins moaning as adrenaline wears off*
*rolls over slightly*
*screams an agonised scream*
*her eyes fly open*
*looks at her now black skin and visible muscles*
*screams louder as a wave of pain rolls over her*
*Grits his teeth as a look of rage makes its way on to his face*
*Winds back and punches Anni in the gut*
*The shadows cloaking his fist are there to create an explosion on contact, increasing the force of the punch tenfold*
*flies backwards through the air*
*crashes into the ground and slides another few yards, scraping up the earth*
*pushes self to knees*
*laughs*
I suppose the sooner the better . . .
*buries the bell in the newly churned earth*
Maybe NOW she won't try to harm me or my guests again!
*stamps violently on the ground, over the bell*
*DING*
*and the Midnight Hotel sprouts into being around me*
*flourishing into a fully-fledged building, identical to the last*
*though the windows aren't shattered*
*and the paint is brighter, and fresher*
*a laugh from the second-story window as the Siege-Mode engaged*
*no one's getting in without being ejected instantly*
I didn't want to have to do this, Silente,
but you drove me to it! You drove me, I say!
*mumbles slightly*
*curls over and screams into her arm*
*is just muffled*
*another wave of pain slams down*
*goes limp, unconscious*
*skin either black or none existent*
*Shakes his head and picks Silente up*
Bear with me okay? I'm gonna take you to the lake so we can at least ease the pain
*They sink into there shadow*
*just kinda lays in his arms*
*bleeding*
*probably doesn't look very pretty anymore*
*not with all that blood and burnt skin and exposed muscle*
*quietly yawns, and surveys the hotel*
*gently pats the wall*
See?
I told you you'd be okay.
*hugs the wall*
I won't let anyone hurt you ever again, okay?
Hotel: . . .
Awh.
*tearing up*
You love me too, don't you?
Hotel: . . .
I knew it.
*pats the wall*
*gently presses the new bell on the check-in desk*
*DING*
*the little voice in the back of my head smiles*
Shudder: Well done.
*nods, satisfied*
Well done indeed.
Shudder: You had better not feel bad about this. I never did.
. . . of course I don't feel bad.
*surveys the brand-new, sparkling hotel*
. . .
*sits down behind the desk*
*looks around*
. . .
*stands up*
*paces the halls, ensuring that all the traps are in place*
*and the chainsaw is back in its box*
. . .
Well.
*looks down at tattered nightgown and bathrobe*
*they had been nice, before the fight*
. . . I'm going to bed.
*returns to my room*
*falls gently asleep*
*They resurface at the shore of the lake*
*Wades in knee deep and gently dips Silente into the cool water*
*Pulls her back out after a moment and they once again sink into the shadow world, only to pop up again in Blake and Chio's living room*
*mutters in her unconsciousness*
*angry mutters*
*and pained mutters*
*Lays her down on a couch and grabs a blanket to cover her*
*Mutters* Where's a healer when you need one..?
((Sleeping. Or eating, or drawing. Or doing homework. Or revision, or studying. Or just plain not on.))
*lays bleeding slightly on their couch*
*still muttering*
((I gtg now. Just presume I don't wake up. And that I keep bleeding. And generally don't heal. Unless you get a healer. In which case I can't exactly say I didn't heal because healers heal you. Obviously. Bye!))
((Cya Silente))
((Don't bleed on my couch so much!))
((Well sorry! Not my fault! Oh wait. It sorta is. Well, still. I didn't plan to be turned into a fireball! I just planned to fight, and preferably win, which basically never happens. Oh well. Put shadows under me if you don't want blood on your couch!))
*a door way to the underworld appears in the living room*
*steps through door way, bags under his eyes because he clearly has not yet got any sleep*
*frowns at Silente*
You're a vampire. You have the ability to regenerate skin haha! Once the most recent dose of serum has cleared you body ofcourse. You'll be just fine :)
*gently kisses her*
*returns to the underworld once more*
....
So that's what it feels like when I randomly pop out of a shadow.
Hello fellow mellow yellow......jello
Just so people know, im not the real lord of leitrim(in real life, that is)
Well I'm not a real necromancer in real life, so I suppose we'll let you get away with it.
I nearly had a heart attack when i realised that some words dont follow the "I before E except after C" rule. WHY WOULD THE DICTIONARY PEOPLE DO THAT TO US?!¿¡
The real question is why did anyone invent that "rule" and try to teach it in the first place, it is just wrong, sorry haha
Im new to this whole "comments" thing but I've been reading this blog for ages.
The reason that the rule exists is to help young children to spell a common word, "ceiling".
Ah, well we mostly just roleplay. It's rather fun and quite violent at times and you may want to specify which sanctuary you're grand mage of exactly before Zaf gets back and asks the same question
Very true. Very true. Im going to protest and send a VERY strong worded letter to department of education.....hehe. There not gonna know what hit them.
Hmmmm. The republic of leitrim. Im from the future. When leitrim floats into the sky and becomes its own island. And everyday is Pancake Tuesday. Ok maybe thats a bit extreme. Every Tuesday maybe.
There is no "extreme" when it comes to the amount of pancakes one has
Too right, Blake. Pancakes are awesome.
So, uh, Annika has portraits of all the Bloglandians? That's cool..... And slightly stalkerish....... :)
Did everybody just poof?
Bbs. Hopefully.
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I've got mixed feelings about The Dying of the Light. I really want to read it, I'm rereading Last Stand of Dead Men at the moment and it feels like I cannot possibly wait that long until August, but on the other hand it will be over. I think THAT will only feel real after the ladt word of TDOFTL. Also I went through the books thinking about the characters I like and coming to the conclusion that they will probably die or that something terrible happens tk tbem because, lets face it , that's what Derek does with the characters and we botb love and hate him for it.
I know! I'm scared for TDOTL but also really excited!!!! :):):):):):):):):)
I don't want any more Dead Men to die!!! Or the monster hunters!! Or Tanith!! Or Scapegrace and Thrasher!!!
In most books you have that reassurance that the main character/s won't die, but in Skulduggery Pleasant you never know! And what are we going to do when it's over?!?!??! They are my favorite books and I just keep reading them. I have read all of them at least 4 times (except DB)!!!
Hello fellow minions! How be's yous!?
Anybody here?
Uh, hello?
Marissa watched Jekyll and Hyde and omfg...she's screaming it isnt over
rawr
Jubi! Hi!
And hi, Zaf! Sorry, didn't see the comment. I poofed.
Tis fine
So I think I have to poof again... D:
Today is just not my day.
Bye!
Its almost 2am!
Nikki and I had an adventure
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ASDFGHJKLASDFGHJKLJGSGDUWK autocorrects for me now...
[not here]
[hugs]
I gove myself bery good sfgice
Hi its late im awake im hyper I feel like Ravel 24 hours or is it 23? WE THOUGHT DEREK LOOKED LIKE A LEORECHAUN
*explodes*
*hugs fabi*
*nods at zaf*
*smiles brightly*
I have no idea what you're on about.
You know when you're reading the questions at the back of your revision guide, and it asks you something, like to explain the process of something, and you know exactly the answer and how it works. However, you just have no idea how to word it, so you're just staring at the page, frozen, whilst your brain refuses to grant you the language necessary, and then you have to go back and reread the section in the hope that they'll be a perfect sentence there that you can try and remember.
I think this is part of my problem when writing essays.
I know how my thoughts fit together in my head, and it all kind of links together and makes sense and I know what I mean.
However, I just don't know how to put that into words.
That's PART of my problem. Half the time I don't know what I mean either. :P
It's odd when the words are working but I don't know what I'm saying, then . . .
I suppose that, to use another revision metaphor, word are like amino acids and explanations are just proteins. You have the DNA, all secure in your nucleus, and you know exactly what you need, but then your ribosome, maybe, maybe it can't find the amino acids, and it goes around searching but by then the mRNA's kind of wandered off and then you're just lost, and you have no idea what you're even doing anymore so you just have to send some more mRNA from a different part of DNA and hope the message gets through.
Yeah . . . that's quite a good metaphor.
#ChaseForBookNine
*like
How did I get 'just' from 'like' . . . ?
#ChaseForBookNine
And I suppose that sometimes, you need to fit lots of different amino acids together to form your protein, but you don't know how to do that so it's all neat and linked and it doesn't kind of go blobby and messy.
And I suppose I'm a bit of a perfectionist. :P
#ChaseForBookNine
And I suppose that -
well, my biology teacher told us that the ribosome was like the man at Argos.
And you gave him your code, and then he looked and it and went off and got your product for you.
And I suppose that there are some really difficult customers, and often they complain and stuff, and they make the ribosome rather nervous, because like, you would be. And so when they come up, he's really scared in case he doesn't do it perfectly and they yell at him and go and tell the manager. And so he's really scared and because he's scared, the job isn't flowing easily like it normally would. Like when you're on a rockclimbing wall and you're lead climbing and you're high up and you're scared in case you fall, and you know you won't die, but you'll fall and it will be FAST and then the rope will JERK and then you might bash against the wall and OW, and so your brain heightens into exclamation marks, and things speed up so you're less careful and are, therefore, more likely to fall. Plus, if you have less confidence, you're less likely to believe you can do things and less likely to take risks so you're less likely to reach the more difficult holds and therefore more likely to fall.
Self-fulfilling prophecy.
I'm not panicking, but I guess it's the same kind of thing. Because I want it done with a kind of intensity that doesn't allow for mistakes, I'm less likely to do it.
THAT SAID sitting around making these metaphors isn't helping me in the slightest, but I guess I just really wanted to analyse and make metaphors. :P
And you see, because I made that metaphor, I can now see things from the folds of paper that were previously invisible to me. I mean, if I hadn't rambled, I would never have made the link between rockclimbing and essay-writing, and now I have, I just have to shift mindframes.
Yes?
See?
Rambling helps.
I will TRY and remember to head onto email rather than here, though. :/
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And this is what I do, as well. I make a thingy, and then I make another thingy, and then maybe I have a third thingy coming off that, and they all contribute to my overall Thingy, and my Thingy would not be nearly as strong without any of them, but the thing is, all those thingies grouping together makes it rather messy and rambly and so therefore I try and either make them neat or try to make a Thingy off just one thingy, which doesn't work because it just means it's a thingy, then, not a Thingy.
Meh. -_-
I'M SORRY.
*tries to detach thoughts from that train*
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I suppose it's like a piece of hair.
And you're trying to create beautiful strands of hair, and I can do that, I'm so good at creating hair, but the thing is, I have so many things sectioning off my hair that it just splits into a load of split ends and no one wants split ends, even though they can be quite cool, tbh. I found this piece of hair the other day and - woah. The last, like, five centimetres was just filled with a long line of split ends next to each other, like, continuous, and it looked a bit like a centipede, I guess, all those things sectioning off it, although of course they all just went down, one column, in a straight line. And it was actually so cool. O_O How did it even happen? :O I don't even know what causes split ends, actually. Maybe I should find out.
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Damn, the internet is being as bad as my physics teacher. -_-
I'm like "What causes split ends?" and it's like "Excessive heat, inferior hair products, blahblahblah" and I'm just like "I WASN'T ASKING WHICH BUTTON YOU PRESS TO TURN ON THE TV, I'M ASKING HOW THE REMOTE-TV CONNTECTION WORKS. I'M AFTER A SCIENTIFIC EXPLANATION. FUCKSSAKE."
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Ah.
That's it.
Thank you.
Split ends occur when the external outer layer of the hair wears away due to external stressors, such as heat.
Thank you.
That's ALL I needed to know.
*grumbles about my physics teacher and her inability to actually teach*
My physics teacher can, however, use grammar correctly.
She used 'its' correctly once.
Which you don't really expect a physics-y maths-y person to know about.
Mine and my friends' history teachers don't know the difference between 'affect' and 'effect', and considering the subject they teach and the frequency that the word(s) occur . . . !
And they're history-y English-y people too.
Ugh. :P
My French teacher, who's Spanish, can use English grammar better than my German teacher, who's English, and I'm just like FUCKSSAKE WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS COUNTRY. :P
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Hello?
*rolls over on the couch*
*eyelids flutter*
*and open to a squint*
*rolls over again and muffles a groan*
*being burnt alive isn't fun*
*decides to just stay on the couch*
Hey Rhydian
Hey Rhydian! :)
Wbd and msd, sorry. I'm going soon.
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Hey Silente! :)
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Hey Star. Sorry I didn't comment as soon as I came on, I decided to leave you to your ranting.
@Silente: Yeah. XD
I don't actually need anyone to rant TO. :P
It doesn't seem so obvious that I'm talking to myself when I have a lovely empty comment thread to talk to, but I do actually just sit there in lessons and rant into empty space, haha. :P
Sorry.
*nods*
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Its fine. I find it amusing anyway. And interesting.
Really?
*hugs*
Oh, that's good. :)
Yeah.
I suppose I don't delete the comments because it seems like a waste of forming it in the first place. :P
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Hi Starry! Hey SiL! Sorry for poofing. How are you both?
It would be a waste to delete it! If you deleted it I'd never know split ends were caused by exterior stressors!
Fine thanks Rhydian. My characters a bit...crispy...right now but she'll get over it. Just needs bed rest. And blood. But she can't get blood at the moment so bed rest will do. You?
@Silente: You could google it yourself, but yeah. :P
*hugs*
I'm good, Rhydian, I think. :)
Obviously, I am lots of things, but I think it balances out around good. :)
You?
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I'm good thanks for asking. My character is goodish. being possessed and all *waves hand in air dismissively*
I/Hunter/we am/is/are wondering if you drinking Hunter's blood would be like a human drinking ethermelt.
Hmm.
Interesting.
He'd rather like to try out a few things, but unfortunately for him, I'm busy packing, so he's not going to be doing anything just at this moment. :P
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Possessed? When did that happen?
God knows what drinking Hunters blood would be like. I don't know much about Etherdemons though.
Two days ago my character (Rhydian) got possessed by a Remnant. I got bored and I was thinking of what to write. So I wrote a short story on how I get possessed and kill Lena. So yeah, that was interesting...But I'm still possessed. Forgot to move the Remnant, but then I thought it'd be a waste of good plotlines just to exorcise it
YOU KILLED LENA?!
In the short story...She was going to die anyway, she had a deal with the Horseman! Well I did her a favour, coz the Horseman would have taken her soul and tortured it forever. So at least this way she just dies
@Rhydian: :O :O :O
Okay. O_O
@Silente: It'd probably be fine. *shrugs*
Crap.
I'm forgetting who I am again and kind of getting mixed in a blurry mixture of two of us, but next time he sees you he'll probably ask you to try it. :P
Anyway.
Yeah.
I would be slightly wary but I don't think there would be many bad side effects, and Hunter just says it'll be fine. :P
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*any bad side effects
*many side effects
Whichever. :P
Poor Lena . . . :( :(
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Of course Hunter says it would be just fine. Well ifhe comes on later iI'll consider it.
@Rhydian so you have one day before your soul is bound to a remant?
So tomorrow is the last day that the Remnant can stay...Or it's stuck. I'll keep it for as long as possible, because it's kinda fun :P
Are you planning on having it stuck in your soul?
Eh. I'm going to my grandma's tonight and I don't know if I'll have wifi on the laptop.
Plus, if I'm just up in my room then I will actually have to be revising, because I am a nice, honest person. :P
I hope I'm allowed to take my laptop, but I SHOULD be because I need it for my essay . . .
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^^That last comment was about Hunter coming on/not coming on. :P
@Rhydian: . . . Okay???
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Er...I dunno Sil? Possibly? Well depends if the Remnant gets out or not, not really Rhyd's choice. But I don't think he'll be overly that bothered? Coz it's like being in a coma, you don't actually realise it
Oh the homework I'm procrastinating from. I have a history project to finish. A geography assessment to start and finish then my maths homework as well. Its due Monday/Tuesday.
I mean you as in the writer. Your characters a little oblivious right now,
I've got History and English homework :(
@Silente: D:
I think you'd better get going, then . . . !
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Hmm...I think I might leave the Remnant there tbh. I gives me a lot of options and possibilities to explore. Coz Rhydian is pretty decent, so I can only do so much with that. But with a Remnant, he can as much of a dick as I want him to be. but he can also be nice still, because at the end of the day it's still Rhyds
I /should/ however I'll probably cram it all tommorow at, like, 8pm. Till 9pm. Then I'll come on here, then around 10pm I'll curse myself for getting distracted and do some more. Hopefully I'll get it all done.
Ah okay. Well Rhydian isn't exactly getting hurt and the remnants happy. Just have to watch our backs lest the remnant decides to stick a knife in them.
Eh.
I have to revise for science and maths and German and French and history and IT, which is tremendous fun, I must say. I also have to finish my essay, which I'm STILL struggling on, do maths homework, um, do German homework, um, do art homework . . . :P
And on the non-school front, I have to do word art and more word art and more word art, plus work out how to write poetry and write a poem for my friend (I think we're both going to try and learn and see who gets there first :P), and do another thing that I don't even know what it is because I haven't decided yet, so that mostly requires thinking, AND if I'm free of all other commitments I then need to get back to writing my story.
YEAH.
HOWEVER, I imagine I'm not as busy as Adra, because Adra permanently seems to have mountains of schoolwork, plus I don't have any clubs to go to because I'm boring, so I'm good. :P
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Yup. The Remnant has got a story arc that comes with it so that is something to look forward to. In a way it's like Meg in Supernatural. A demon who starts off pretty evil, but loosens up and turns out to be kinda nice and misunderstood. I'm hoping for something like that with the new Rhyds
Although I was exaggerating there - I doubt I'll bother revising for maths, German or French, so . . . !
I still need to, though, I'm just NOT, so it still deserves to be on the list. XD
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Learn how to write poetry? Is that possible? Just speak from the heart!
A devils eye does rise tonight,
Rippling in the dark sky.
And down below in the distant streets,
A child, a voice, a cry.
See, random and from the heart. If that counts as a poem.
Meh.
I got so frustrated with how every bad guy that was a main character always ended up being good, so I decided to write a story where the bad character started off being bad and STAYED bad, but that backfired on me rather, because I love Hunter and I don't believe he's actually bad now sooo . . . :P
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@Silente: . . .
Yeah. :P
I think she wants a structured poem, like a sonnet or a ballad or something.
Plus I've never written poetry before.
So . . . yeah. :P
I SHALL PRACTISE.
But that's for after my exam week. *nods*
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So the remnant might turn friendly. Well as long as he doesn't kill me, or my friends, then I'm sure I can put up with any evil habits he has!
What's she wanting it to be about? Or is that your decision?
He doesn't actually turn out to be friendly. Just nicer than we think. He just usually has his own motives, that's all.
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