Oh, and for all those who have been asking me to release a chapter from The Dying of the Light early, like I did with a few of the other books, Armageddon Outta Here is the only place you'll find it, right after all the previously published short stories, the rare short stories, The End of the World, and brand new stories featuring the Dead Men, Gordon Edgley, Valkyrie and vampires, and a story-that-turned-into-a-novella, Get Thee Behind Me, Bubba Moon.
Oh, and this is for the people who like their videos to fit their webpages a little bit better...
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«Oldest ‹Older 1201 – 1400 of 4054 Newer› Newest»Oh well Alastair, thats....
*struggles for words*
Great to hear? Have fun, with that vampire
*snarls and snaps at the wall of air swiping at it*
*locks eyes with Alastair*
*growls*
Do you wish for me to use the serum, Alastair?
No, Loki. I shan't forfeit power to anyone. And my other name wouldn't feel it, anyway. *drops the wall of air, awaiting for the vampire to come at him again*
*releases Loki*
Umm, you stabbed me, thats bit extreme.
*looks to Zandia*
How about you? Are you find of hugs?
And no, again. I'm quite capable of not allowing the vampire to kill me.
*bounds straight at him this time swiping for his leg and biting down hand on his arm*
Pity, I was hoping to watch some of these mewling quims have an emotional breakdown. I hear they are very attached to that name, some more then others.
**hard
Hello.
*continues to not resist her*
Anyone who still cares about that name will be disappointed whether I release him now or later. Physical pain will have nothing to do with it.
Zanida: Alastair, what actually happened to Niccolò? I am rather curious, when we interogated Zafira she all but lost her mind at the mention of you, and she was hysterical when we asked what you did. We were not given an answer.
Well, I have to go and sleep now, because it's nearly midnight and I have to do stuff tomorrow. Goodbye everyone.
*pulls back still grasping Alastairs arm between her jaws*
*swipes across his chest*
*claws at his face, digging her claws from his forehead to his chin*
Zafira wouldn't know. *cuts himself off, coughing up blood from the slashes in his neck*
*leaps at him again swiping across his stomach*
*realises he'll have to heal the vampire rather soon, since she's tasted his blood* *would sigh, if he could breathe well enough*
*snarls at Alastair*
*claws across his chest towards his right arm*
*bites down on his shoulder*
*begins to pry her off of him with shadows, pulling her back* Alright, I imagine that's- *coughs again* enough for the time being. I'll have to heal her any moment now.
*goes over and stabs Silente with enough serum, and multiples of me appear so she cannot pin point who got her*
Zanida: So what did you do? You managed to make Zafira go into hysterica at your name, what did you do to Niccolò?
*starts coughing up blood because of the diseases in Alastairs blood*
*shudders from the serum*
*snarls and hisses angrily*
Zanida: Would his blood kill one of us?
I know not, we are not Midgardian, so I would assume perhaps because we are really not human, it may not. Ask Alastair.
(I have taken up knitting again, it seems... I am... Strangely good at it too...
Hi everyone!!))
Hey Death! :)
((Alastair- should you answer her, remember Zanida and I both are really Frost Giants, though we look Asgardian.))
(Hi Death)
((Deathy!!! Star!!-Zaffy))
(Hey peoples!
School holidays officially started right then!!!!!)))
(ZAFFY!!!! *Cuddles*))
(Lucky you! I've still get 3 or so weeks left!)
*attemts to catch his breath in between coughs* *is barely succeeding* *approaches the vampire, touching her shoulder, and healing her*
*shudders and shivers but stops coughing blood*
*hisses and pulls away, human skin starting to reform over the vampire skin*
*She gets up, tired of sitting down in the safe house all day. She begins to pace, one hand on her stomach, the other fiddling with the joker card in her pocket*
((Been off.-Zaffy))
*takes a few steps back and lays in the grass, letting red pool into it*
((Missed you!))
*hisses one last time before going still in a crouched position*
*blinks a few times*
I still have three weeks or so left too. :P
Zanida: *goes over to Alastair, conerned* Do you need help?
*She sighs heavily and leans against the wall. She can't do nothing, TV never really interested her, and she was frightened to turn it on, just in case Loki had devised a way to make her come out of hiding by hacking into the television stations*
I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair...
*squeals coming back to herself and flailing to conceal herself*
*runs off to her treehouse locking the door behind her*
(Well, in Aussie land, it's 12:08am and I just finished knitting for the night... And I'm way too tired to sleep!))
((It appears Zanida and I must go, we shall return in little over an hour at most.))
(Bye Loki)
*comes back out fully dressed*
*brushes herself off*
Was that 'fun' enough for you Alastair?
*She sighed again. Looked at the television. Frowned*
*She leapt across the room, turning on the TV. Even if Loki managed it, it would be more entertaining than siting alone all day doing nothing but playing solitaire. And maybe she could find a music channel... She started to browse through the stations, stopping at a few but flicking them quickly when she realised that they had nothin to offer. She settled a station playing 80's music. She started to sing along to them, revelling in the memories of her glory days*
(Bye Loki!
Possibly falling asleep....))
(Okay then death.)
*speaks in her mind, still catching his breath* It'll do.
*grins*
Okay then.
Your blood isn't very nice. Although its nice to know that I can track you now.
*doesn't bother to explain that he can quite easily change it, or do a number of other things to stop her from tracking him* *doesn't bother to respond to her at all*
*shrugs*
*sits under a tree and starts throwing and catching her dagger*
*gets two more out and juggles, occasionally adding more blades*
((And I'm back. That accomplished nothing.))
((Wb Hecate. I'm still waiting for my hug ;P)
((And you're still not getting one))
*simply continues to lay there, bleeding out into the ground*
((You know you want to hug me really))
(Sorry I poofed)
*walks over to Alastair*
*raises an eyebrow*
*casually doesn't give a damn about Alastair bleeding on the ground*
*he won't let himself die*
*sinks into the grass*
You gonna hug me yet Hecate?
Are you alright down there?
And no, Miss Tempest. I am not going to hug you.
Please, call me Silente.
Would you hug me if it was the only way to save my life?
This unit does not understand.
*doesn't answer* *has become part of the grass*
No. I would leave that to Chione.
What if there was no time to let Chi out?
*stares at the Alastair grass* Creepy...
*sinks into her own shadow*
Not one for conversation is she.
*looks over at Gethzilla*
Hey.
*tilts head*
Is Cruciatus-Alastair becoming a form of vegetation a regular occurrence? This unit does not believe it cannot be physically beneficial.
Yeah he is. Just...let him do as he wants.
*is in her own little world of shadows*
*walks back and forth not sure what to do now that she is here*
James: *sinks into his own shadow, joining Hecate*
*glares at her unwanted company*
What do you want?
James: To find the abomination. And finish her. For real this time.
*closes his eyes following her blood tie*
Hmm..
Unfortunately, my other half doesn't like that idea. So I can't let you kill her.
*makes it impossible for him to use shadows and escape by taking the use of shadow-walking and teleporting away from him*
So you'll have to stay here with me.
James: *frowns and opens his eyes*
Let me go, lesser witch. I have work to do.
Lesser? I am the goddess of magic. I control you all. I could easily take all of your magic away from you and bring the vampire here to kill you. Do you like that idea?
Vermillion-Hecate does not control this unit.
James: *laughs cruely*
The vampire would not kill me if it got the chance. She is a lesser too, and a weak one at that. Possibly the largest mistake ever forged.
((That is true, Geth. Only magical beings.))
Well, that is your mistake and you have to live with it.
Now, you will be staying here for a while so make yourself comfortable.
Do you want to play cards?
*creates a table and chairs from the shadows*
James: I need not live with it, not if I can end it.
*glances at the table and chairs*
How long do you plan to keep up this useless waste of time?
((Hunter: So you couldn't control me?
Good to know.))
A few years maybe?
I will not let you kill the vampire.
((Hunter. How are you, as of late?))
James: You do not get a choice in the matter. I see not why you would care of the creatures fate.
Because unfortunately, my other half and the creature are friends. She will not like it if I let the vampire die. She would never let me out then.
((Hunter: In need of a hardware store.
I'm not sure Star has one.
If anyone has one they could lend me . . .))
((I could bring you to one, if I had the energy, presently, but I don't.))
James: So don't let it die. Let me out. That's not you letting it die, that's you getting bored of company.
This unit has spare components which will be a higher quality than organic constructions.
((Hunter: Oh, dear.
Okay.
@roleplaying people: Does anyone need me in the roleplay?))
But you want to kill the vampire. If I let you out, I will have to kill you anyway to protect the creature.
James: There is no guarantee that I would kill the creature should you let me out.
((@Star, you can join if you want. Alastair is grass right now. Silente is somewhere, James and I are in the shadow realm and I don't know about Geth))
You won't give up James. You have made that clear.
*sits at the table and crosses one leg over the other*
Are you going to join me?
This unit is currently stood in the location known as Blogland.
*takes a sample of the Alastair-grass and starts analysing it*
James: I prefer to remain standing.
And although I may never give up that doesn't mean I will attack her. I don't spend every minute of my life attacking her.
*it'll be no different from regular grass*
((Hunter: Star isn't here at the moment, sorry.
*he always gets a sense of pleasure from saying that*
Alastair is grass?
That doesn't sound smart. Grass has a lot of predators, such as lawnmowers and cows and football boots. He's really better off being a kitty.))
It seems like you spend the rest of it to come up with a plan to stop us and take her again.
*looks bored*
*creates a deck of cards*
*shuffles them*
((*and Geth platforms, apparently))
James: Well yes that takes up much time as well. And I was certain I had it with that council. But needless to say it appeared I was wrong.
You bore me. Stop talking.
Come over and play a game of cards with me.
James: I will not take instructions from one of the lesser sex.
*turns away from her and walks around in the shadowy relm*
Lawnmowers and football boots are not classified as predators. They are not considered alive. They do not naturally prey on vegetation. They are inanimate objects unless are influenced by external energy sources.
*wherever James walks in the realm he appears back to where Hecate is*
Are you going to give up trying yet?
Hunter: And can you prove that, Gethie?
James: No. Eventually you'll get bored and let me go
*keeps walking away*
You know I can leave and keep you here, right?
~Oh wonderful blade of grass, nonpareil of excellence, your supreme power is unsurpassed by that of any other blade of grass, yea, any other fruit, vegetable, or other being such. Tis truly a miracle that you grow from the earth on which we walk, rather than a cloud in the heavens.~
PLOT TWIST. We were worshipping Alastair/Croatoan the whole time. Maybe Charlie was one of those weirdo names that got out for some reason? Idk.
...
One of those moments where I feel like writing Blogland fanfiction or something. XD
James: To do so would be rather rude. And you should remember those friends of mine.
@Lantern: OH MY GOSH THAT'S PERFECT XD
Hunter: *carefully shoves Star out of the way* Talk to Fabi on email. I haven't even MET her yet.
Hi Fabi.
@Gethie: Well, good for you.
You know you can leave and keep him here LEFT, Chi.
OHMYGOSH
That needs to be written
XD *starts attempting to make this into headcannon*
#ChaseForBook9
*sits across from Hecate*
Why does your other half care so for the creature, if you mind not me asking.
@Ari: I KNOWWWWWWWWWWWWWW D:
Hunter: Are you sure?
You don't know much.
You don't even have a hardware store.
. . .
She's gone.
Please try not to talk to her.
James, you have no friends.
You're a sad, lonely little man.
You are the lesser being here. And you will lose.
*creates a bed of shadows and lays on it*
This unit considers the worship of vegetation more effective than the worship of a deity.
*looks at Hunter*
Yes.
Hunter: *sits down with Hecate and James* Because that's empathy.
It's something organic life forms have.
My other half loves the creature. They were enemies when they first met, did you know this?
I have friends. I also have henchmen. And enemies. And a lesser being such as you would be wrong to say otherwise. I will not lose, give me time the beast will be dead by my hand.
((Hunter, you cannot sit with us. You have no power over necromancy.))
We have no concept of empathy. We would not benefit from obtaining it.
((Hunter: Yes, I do, IF you remember.))
James: I did not know this, although it does not come as a surprise. She has only enemies that she has twisted to seem like friends.
Time is something you don't have, James. You should know that time works differently in the shadow realm.
No. My other half loves the creature like a sister. Like her own child. She cares deeply for the vampire and they are friends.
...
*Shakes her head*
I doubt you'll hear from me, or Valencia again.
*Goes*
((@hunter: No, I have a terrible memory))
James: your other half is a fool to believe they are friends. Such a creature as her does not have friends.
She does have friends. And they will die for her.
Adraaaaaaa! D: [hugs]
(Whats up Adra?)
James: her friends are a lie. She simply manipulates them to fool them into believing they are friends.
This unit has not been manipulated.
*pretends to yawn*
That's a lie.
James: Think what you will. I tire of killing the fool's that call themselves her friends.
(The Kindle advert annoys me. It claims to have "8 weeks battery life".
That seems good.
But then you read the small print.
If you use it for half an hour every day, without using Wi-Fi and on brightness level 10.
... so that isn't eight weeks battery life.)
(IKR dragona! My family rant about it all the time! It's so stupid!)
*closes her eyes*
*gets up and looks around*
*wonders if there's a way to get out without teleportation or necromancy*
I grow bored of this place.
*closes his eyes*
Whoever gets me out of her and to the creature first shall have earned their freedom
*smirks and waits*
*opens one eye and looks at him cautiously*
("Whoever gets me out of her"
*blinks*
*presumes James was eaten by someone*)
**here
Members of posse: *shadow walk into the relm in a circle around James*
Mem: Let him go idiots, he's mine!
Mem o: *laughs* as if!
James. Just get us out!
(Uhhhh did everyone poof?)
Nope I'm here.
(Hey Fabio. How are you)
(When are the Blogland Award results going to be?)
(Is it just Chi who poofed then..?)
(We still don't know..)
@Dragona: Not really sure . . .
Hunter: Nope, Star poofed too. She's good at that.
Need to find that hardware store . . .
(We've still got some tie-breaker stuff to sort out...)
(IF YOU HAVEN'T YET VOTED FOR THE BA, YOU CAN STILL DO SO FOR THE POSTED TIES, AND IT REALLY WON'T TAKE LONG!)
Perhaps, killing Silente's friends would tire one.
Members of posse: *argue amongst each other about who's freeing James*
James: *grabs a random person by the cruft of his shirt* you. Let's go. Now.
Hunter: And would kill the others.
Hunter: It would really probably kill all of them, but killing is tiring.
Random posse member: *shadow walks, taking James with him, to the clearing*
James: *shoves the boy away* *turns to find Silente*
Silente: *is sat in the grass juggling daggers and knives*
*gets up with a start*
*eyes all the people in her realm*
*takes all their magic away from them and leaves them here to be trapped forever*
*appears out of Silente's shadow*
He's coming.
((Sorry))
((Oh hey again. It's fine. ;P))
Silente: ah! *drops the knives only just managing not to cut herself* my god you can't just jump out at people like that! I nearly lost a finger!
James: *closes his eyes and follows the blood tie he has to find her position*
We need to move somewhere else. Now. Say a place. He's tracking you.
Who's tracking me? Calm down!
*picks up her knives and daggers, slipping them back into their sheaths* Slow down. What's wrong?
James: *sets off running to where they are*
Who the hell do you think? James.
James? Oh not again! Can't he leave it for one afternoon?! *stands up*
James: *is nearly there, about 40 metres away now*
*grabs her hand and they descend into her shadow*
*They appear surrounded by hills in Scotland*
How is he tracking you?
Ah!
*blinks a couple times*
Freaky.
James: *reaches where they were a second to late*
NO!
(Can he teleport or use necromancy yet?)
Through blood. He's tracking me through blood.
((No, I took away his ablity to use those methods of magic.))
Is there any way we could block it?
((Sorry again))
(Sorry I poofed.)
((Sorry brothers hurt himself, Mbd))
Not that I know of. It's a vampire thing. The only way to counter it is to literally change your blood.
*sees James*
*draws rifle and starts shooting at him to keep him occupied in Blogland*
Food brb
Well this is pointless to even come on.
(Back. Still Mbd but will try not to be)
James: *glares at Geth*
*sends a wall of air at him to throw him back*
How would we change yours...? is there a way?
Of course, they only bother to react to the other. How Zafira was right, they are selfish here.
I don't know! Not that I've been able to find within the last, oh I don't know what is it now, 120 years!
(No Loki I simply presumed you had left what with your previous comment.)
I really could care less what you think, vampire. I always wondered why Alastair became bored with you lot, I understand why. You are boring you lack caring about anyone but yourselves. Your friend is being controlled by me, have one of you bothered to think? No, you carry on your small excuse of a life, attacking Alastair for fun. I do not understand why Thor would ever fall in love with a Midgardian.
((As did I. Hello Loki.))
*sits on the grass, her hair blowing in the wind*
(Then why bother with the reply. My character herself has no idea that Zaf is under your control. She misses her but she wouldn't say that. She just presumes Zaf has important work. I attacked Alastair because I didn't want him being bored so I entertained him. My character hates turning more than she hates saltwater! Maybe you shouldn't judge people unless you understand whats going on in their heads first!)
*paces grumbling to herself*
I was speaking in character, about your characters. Perhaps you should use your head. I forget I have to censor my thoughts, Midgardians have fragile hearts.
((Hey look I'm telling him shut up! He just won't, I'm sorry he's being very insulting.-Zaffy))
THANK YOU SILENTE
Like -
Alastair was pretty entertained by Silente attacking him, as far as I saw.
(Im going to punch him.)
(Actually no mI'm going to rant. Mini rant.)
((Silente, be my guest. A lot of people want to.-Zaffy))
Zanida: *grabs Loki's wrist* Be quiet! I'm not-
*throws her off*
Zanida: Let me guess, you're trying to either kill or control Silente? She's dead, it won't work.
((@Zaf: Yeah - I have similar problems with Hunter. XD Characters are difficult. :/))
((It's funny because Zanida and him argue a lot. -Zaffy))
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