The next few weeks and months are going to be choc-full of announcements and reveals. In a matter of DAYS, for example, you'll be finding out more about this "270914" thing, and after that you'll be getting all kinds of juicy goodness. But TODAY, my Minions, is the day I announce something that has been in my head for YEARS.
I am proud, excited and absolutely delighted to announce that a special, exclusive gathering will take place in London on publication day, August 28th. I give you...
The Requiem Ball.
This is an invitation only get-together — a party, if you will — with 120 places up for grabs in very special competitions for Ireland and UK readers. You'll get the details of these competitions and other ways to nab yourself an invitation over the next few weeks, so keep an eye on this blog.
But you know I'd never leave the rest of you out of the action COMPLETELY, so we're going to have 250 party packs, jammed full of goodies, ready to send to you so that you can throw your own simultaneous Requiem Ball Parties at home. There'll be loads of stuff to download, whichever far-off country you're in, be it Ame-rica (am I pronouncing that right?) or Burkina Faso (yes, we notice EVERYTHING).
The Requiem Ball is basically my thank you to all of my Minions, for creating such a fun, creative, and frankly down-right crazy community around these books. I want to bring everyone together for one almighty celebration for the final book, and it's going to be EPIC.
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«Oldest ‹Older 3401 – 3600 of 4268 Newer› Newest»Well, Blogland having no sanctuary of its own, is considered something of a neutral ground. And thanks to its low population, it's very rare that there are legislative clashes. As such, all sanctuary agents have jurisdiction here!
Yay! Power for all!
That is, until my plans come to fruition…
*turns into mist, laughing*
Told ya!
Come to Asgard.
Fine...
My eyes are pink, and I'm not sure why. And they're glowing. It may have something to do with the voice in my head telling me to go forth and make the minds of my enemies my own, but that's just conjecture really.
-_-
No Trip. Neutral ground as in no one is in charge or has any say.
*Hieronymus and Sam leap out of a nearby bush.*
Did somebody mention Sanctuary agents?
I wouldn't mind going to Asgard, what's it like there Loki?
*nods*
Ok. Pink glowing eyes look good on you! Especially with the purple hair!
*jumps in surprise*
Sam! Other dude!
*smiles at Sam then glares at Hieronymus*
What did you do to Sam? Why doesn't she remember?
Well we had to have some kind of law enforcement body, so that's how it worked! No one had absolute power, it was all a bit wushu washy. And while technically the term neutral was incorrect, the system worked! Now I see that maybe, owing to the lack of people in sanctuary positions, a new type of Blogland centred law enforcement agency may be required, but I still think that law enforcement power should go to the people payed to do it.
Agrred, I mean I'm Grand Mage of America!-Zaf
Yes Sam, we seem to be running short…
And thanks, I was thinking of maybe having it looked into, but now You say they're cool, I'm not worried at all about my personal health!
Tripp I have a question, what are your plans?
(Hello Sam, we have never met, so
I'm Garrett, nice to meet you)
*you
I think if there is any law enforcement I should be in charge. Yep.
That would be telling, dearest Garrett.
*takes Rose to Asgard, down to the dungeons where Zanida is sitting in a corner of her cell, miserable*
Zanida: Come to gloat?!
No. I wish for Rose to see the truth.
*shrugs*
Eh, it's probably fine!
But if you think they're bad then you might want to get it checked out.
I agree, I think the reign of Dugglyn the Mad would be a prosperous one for the people of Blogland. *nods*
*She moved a little away from Loki and frowned down at Zan*
What does Thor think of this...?
*grins*
It would be beautiful...!
*The scruffy man and goth-y girl exchange a knowing look.*
Ah, this probably has to do with The Incident, doesn't it?
"Probably."
Well, whatever. We don't talk about The Incident, even if it is leading to the biggest case of our career.
*Hieronymus nods firmly.*
*Sam nods back.*
"So what's this about establishing a Sanctuary in Wales, eh? I mean, yes, as two thirds of the Sanctuary, technically Sam and I are a roving unit of the Welsh Sanctuary, but we've got Fido holding down the fort, back home."
*Hieronymus strokes his chin.*
"Hrm, could look into getting some new hires, but the handouts from the English sanctuary only last so long, and The Base is in precious need of renovating."
*Suddenly, he snaps his fingers.*
"But how rude of me! Sam and I have yet to introduce ourse-"
*Sam rolls her eyes.*
I'm Sam, he's Hieronymus, I don't know any of you people no matter what you insist, and we're the Welsh Sanctuary. Honestly, he'd talk all day, if he could.
No but..
Sam we do! Do you remember Silente? Being a ghost? Starting the mime apocalypse?
(Friend: Danni... You were right...
*Room goes quiet*
Voice: She was right...?
*Crickets chirp*)
Zanida: He is furious with me, he told me he will not get me out of this. *sighs* I want to see him...
*Sam stares at Dugglyn.*
*Hieronymus leans in, cupping a hand over his mouth as he whispers to her.*
"From what I can tell, drugs are legal here in Blogland."
Ahhhhhh. That'll do it.
But why, Zan...? Why would betray everything to try and take Earth? And don't say anything about wanting to finish Loki's work, because that's bullshit.
*She hunkered down outside the cell*
Why?
*Strokes his invisible beard for a second*
Is what you're doing legal? Aren't you effectively declaring independence?
So there is a welsh sanctuary, well that's cool
if you do need an extra pair of hands count me in please,
ok Tripp don't tell me its all cool and dugg if there was a law enforcement / police force then I think Soph should be in charge
(How many 2s go into 7?
Me: 6)
*glares at Hieronymus*
I am not on drugs!
Zanida: I merely did what I thought right, earth was too...weak. You were a weak realm. I meant to rule them. *looks upset* Now? I wish I could see Thor....
*Hieronymus scoffs.*
"Declare independence? From who? Those pansy English mages? Why, I'll take 'em any day of the week!
...
eveniftheydopaymywagesBUT THAT DOESN'T MATTER!"
*Sam sighs. As usual, it's up to her to interpret for the old man, again.*
Look, magic is at an all-time low in Wales. Merlin sucked it all up when he got bored(the greedy bastard), so basically it's just me, Hieronymus, Fido, and whatever drunken magic tourist begins stirring up trouble. That enough info for you?
*Hieronymus wags a finger at Dugglyn, and quietly pushes the same finger to his lips in a "shhhh" gesture.*
*rolls her eyes*
*mouths 'I need to talk to you!'*
I don't know, I think we should be careful about putting one person in charge of an organisation that would weild so much power. Say the organisation, which will henceforth call the militia, had five members, that's equivalant to about a third, maybe nearly half of frequent bloglanders? So if we put that into perspective, if a sanctuary hired a third of the magical community in a nation, the grand Mage would be a very powerful person. Except the head of the militia would have none of the weaknesses that running a colossal organisation brings, like potential coups brewing without being able to spot them.
As such, I would suggest an organisation where all members are of equal rank.
Hey, slow down you are looking at a welsh necromancer here.
*She frowned at Zanida before standing straight and going straight into Loki's arms*
I'm sorry... Should we get Thor...?
Well, that's cool. But shouldn't you let the established authorities know you're doing this? So they don't arrest you for vigilantism or something?
Zafira: I am pretty sure Blogland is neutral...Trip or any Sanctuary agent have jurisdiction.
*holds Rose close* If you wish to, she tried to invade your home realm.
Zanida: *sits back in her corner, looking distraught*
*She nodded into his chest and pulled away*
Where should he be?
Yeah, but we're suffering something of a sanctuary agent draught. (I forgot how to spell that)
As such, a new organisation may be needed to keep the peace.
Yes, it's midnight. No, I'm not watching Ghostbusters. How dare you imply that?
Don't cross the streams... :/
(Tia, just so you know, that's a family code word for 'The Men of the Family Need to Pee'...)
*Hieronymus stares at Trip.*
*He begins to count up on his fingers, and quickly abandons the pursuit.*
"Castalan- you, er, ARE Castalan, right? The hair gives it away. Anyways, you're looking at the only two active Sanctuary magic-users in Wales."
*Sam glares at Hieronymus for some reason at this point, and he makes a placating gesture before continuing.*
*He points at Garret.*
"YOU, sir, are not eligible, because you spend more time traipsing about in this hive of scum and villainy than in your own motherland."
*Sam rolls her eyes, and sticks her(noticeably pierced)tongue out at Garret and Dugglyn.*
"Anyways, to make a long story short, the "authorities,"
*Hieronymus pulls a face.*
"Know, but don't care, because really, there isn't tons to DEFEND in Wales. Isn't a Cradle of Magic like Ireland, 'n such."
I don't know..
I honestly think that there shouldn't be law enforcement in Blogland.. or just carry on how we are now. Idk, I works pretty well.
Ish...
Tripp i don't think we need an organization to keep the peace, i think everything is ok (for now)
Thor will be outside training.
Zafira: Trip, we have enough to deal with, we need not 'another law making body'.
(@Trip I propose to establish the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division.)
Trust me, I'm privy to quite a few very secret documents, Wales is more valuable than you realise.
Okay.
*She left Loki and Zan and went outside to where she had watched Zan and Thor train so long ago. She saw Thor and waved*
Hey, Zanida wants to see you.
(@Rose ...
I don't suppose any other quotes have any significance?)
(Can we alter it so Marvel won't sue us?)
That is true, but just now, there was a law enforcement dispute.
And crime has definately risen.
(I don't think so... 'EMERGENCY STOPPING LANE!!!' is a family quote after my sister had an... incident... on the freeway... Heh...)
*she ignores Sam*
((Screw Marvel. They need not know.-Zaf))
Thor: I do not care, she can stay there.
Crime has risen?
What crimes?
Zafira: Trip, as a Grand Mage I assure you that it is unwise to add more Sanctuaries.
Thor... You should probably see her. Earth, Midgard, whatever, that is my home. And she wanted to take over. Do you think that I don't want to hit her? Because she put my planet in danger!!
I'm pissed. You go see your wife. And that's a command from the Queen. Go see Zanida.
*Hieronymus frowns.*
"Not on MY watch, Casta-
Wait.
No.
Wrong phrase."
*Sam groans, finally unable to take it.*
Look, boss, you do the thinking. We're gonna hafta cook up more than a few schemes to catch this criminal. I'll talk from here-on-out.
*Hieronymus shrugs, taking the time to fish out his little brown book, giving the others suspicious looks, every so often.*
The crimes that we're here to stop, paint-girl. Blogland is home to more than its fair share of murderers and thieves, who think that they can catch a break in "happy-fun-time-rainbow-imagination land".
*Sam's face hardens.*
The boss and I are here to fix that.
*looks at tripp* is wales really valuable I mean it is my home land (born and raised in south wales) but that doesn't mean much really?
*looks at Hieronymus and sam* don't take that tone with me mate, *<for Hieronymus* and Sam keep your tongue inside your mouth please.
*raises an eyebrow*
Paint-girl?
And good luck. You're gonna need it.
I don't know, Gar, but my crime senses are tingling.
Which is really just an excuse for the fact that I've realised my statement was wholly false, and with Ed no longer stealing from my bar, it's probably fallen.
Hm.
*Sam sighs.*
Raises an eyebrow. Raises an eyebrow. Can everybody here raise a single eyebrow 'cept me?
Whatever. 'n I'll do what I want, ya oh-so-spooooooky necromancer.
*Sam waggles her fingers at Garret.*
Thor: *goes down to the dungeons, to see his wife*
Zanida: *walks as close as she can* Don't...
Thor: Divorce you? No, that would be too kind.
Rose, we ought to help Zan and Thor. She's hysterical through our link.
Eh, well I can't wrinkle my nose so we're even!
(True fact. It's really weird...
But I can raise one eyebrow)
Well, I'm always happy to help other minions of the forces of good. Anything you need, including food, drink, lodgings, I can help.
I'm also not bad at investigating. Although really I specialise in crimes that haven't been committed, I'm sure I can be of use to you.
Just so you both no, I'm not executing anyone... Only because she is Loki's sister.
*She looked at Zanida and then made her way into Loki's arms*
Why should we help her? That was MY home!!
Keep waving those fingers and I'll cut them off *draws kukri*,
fair doo's Trip,
Well, no, not really.
I do stroke an invisible beard, however!
*strokes his invisible beard*
See? Helps me think.
*tries to stroke her invisible bread and screams when she realizes she doesn't have one*
Hmm.
*beard
*an invisible lightbulb appears over Trip's head* I have it!
*stucks an invisible fake beard onto Dug's face using invisible glue*
Tada!
(This is what I do in maths...
http://www.y8.com/games/whack_your_boss
)
...
*Sam scowls at Dugglyn and Garret.*
Ooh, an Asian weapon. So scary. Whaddya gonna do next, bust out the scythe, claim to be death incarnate, or mope on about darkness? Get real, buddy.
Well, y'know what? End of the day, gun beats sw-
*Sam stiffens as Hieronymus places his hand on her arm.*
"Cool your jets, hot-stuff."
"Anyways, that's, uh... Appreciated, but, Sam and I have lodgings, and aren't investigating crimes as much as bringing their makers to justice."
*gently* Then you can ignore her. I do not have the authority to sentence her, so I shall let you. She is my sister, I would prefer no bias comments.
Can I help? Catching them is one if my favourite parts.
No killing... That's all I'm going to say. I'd tell you to let her rot, but Thor would be upset...
I don't know, Loki.
*her face lights up and she strokes her fake, invisible beard*
Thanks!
Very well, perhaps we can decide to make her suffer.
*Hieronymus shrugs, looking up from his little brown book.*
"Dunno. How d'ya feel about arresting potentially long-time friends? 'cus not that many of you are exactly innocent, and some have death tolls in the millions..."
No problem Dug!
Although I must warn you, that invisible glue is pretty strong, taking off that beard might not be easy, and will most likely be painful.
..
Oh. Ok.
Well...
Because it's invisible I don't know if I'd need to take it off!
*Trip's jaw stiffens, and his hand creeps into his pocket* Like my ex fiancée and her new fiancé? I won't take them in for moral reasons, but even then, especially now, I couldn't fight them.
Wait let me get this straight, you're both here to arrest people?
*to Sam and Hieronymus*
Confuuuuuuuuuusing.
We could do that... But you can. I don't want to hurt anyone... Or at least, not by my hand.
I just want advice on a punishment, I still will order it.
I don't know, Loki! I dont like hurting anyone...
*The two of them roll their eyes so hard that it's a miracle that their eyes don't fall out of their heads.*
"Yes."
We are.
"Is there anything else that you need for us to clarify..."
*Hieronymus peers into his little brown book.*
"Garrotte?"
I think it's pronounced like "carrot".
"Whatever, we've got a job to do. Speaking of which, sorry to hear, Mr. Castalan, but even though a Sanctuary agent has his... And her, no need to glare at me like that, Sam... Duties, we're not suicidal."
Yeah, we figured we'd start with the god, since that seems to be the next big bloody thing, around here.
Zafira: Zanida Laufeydottir is in custody of Asgard, so she is not even on Earth! And who do you lot want to arrest?
Can't help on that one either. His discipline trumps mine, I'm afraid, not to mention, god. But from there down, I think I can help.
*Hieronymus taps the side of his nose.*
"Professional secret, Madame Grand Mage who appears to enjoy appearing out of nowhere. I'll tell you that it's a god, since apparently that's as normal as saying that it's a person, these days."
(School...)
Understood, love.
Just saying, but we both outrank you massively.
So, as your superiors, we have a right to know what's going on in your investigation.
(Have fun.)
Thank you, Loki.
(Bye, Rose!)
"Back off, man. I'm a scientist."
*strokes her invisible beard happily*
Hmm...
*Hieronymus scoffs. He's pretty good at it, actually.*
"Don't be ridiculous. You don't outra-
Wait."
*Hieronymus furiously begins flipping through the pages of his little brown book, finally getting to the page labelled "CASTALAN".*
*Aaaand he's an English spotter. Bluff time.*
*Hieronymus smooths his messy, pepper-grey hair, only managing to muss it up even further.*
"I can assure you, secrecy is KEY to the functioning of our operation."
How interesting.
(Hello Tea spider how are you?)
I'm Scottish. English by birth, and little more.
And I can assure you, I can keep your mission secret better than you can.
Anyway, your other option is to cease being sanctuary agents, as that is well within my zone if influence. The war worked wonders on that.
Hello, Tea Spider. Have we met? I don't believe we've met. Hello!
(Hello, Garrett. I am however I am usually. I haven't a clue how to describe it. You?)
Hello Tea Spider! Nice to meet you! How be's yous?! How be's yous eyes?!
(Elleni>>>)
Actually we have met, Trip. I just wasn't an arachnid at the time. You might recall a fairly recent event involving a warehouse...? I'm just not in character at the moment and needed something to change my name to, and for some reason "tea spider" popped into my head.
Hello, Tea Spider.
*Sam growls.*
Why do people keep askin' if I know who you are!? This is my FIRST TIME in this godforsaken place.
*Hieronymus crosses his arms.*
"I won't be bullied."
Ah, very good. And how are you?
Oh no.
I'm not bullying you friend.
I'm blackmailing you. Common practice in my line of work, really.
Hey, Dugglyn. Ever so lovely to see ya. I'm completely normal, and my eyes seem to be fully functional at the moment.
All eight of them?
(I'm cool thanks tea (can i call you tea for short?) )
Yup.
Good good!
"Blackmailing me with WHAT, exactly?"
*Sam continues to frown.*
Don't know what you're talkin' 'bout, don't care.
Dug.
That is amazing.
Sure, Garrett.
Ok,
do you rp tea?
My profile picture?
If so, yeah I know!! It's so darn cute!!!!!
Whatever you've got right now, whatever agreement you've made with the sanctuary about what you do, it will be gone, and what you will be doing will become illegal.
Or, you can just clue me in.
Well thanks Elleni.
Now I ship Dam.
Whoa whoa whoa.
Dam?! Are you serious?! I don't think that's what Elleni meant!
*waves to Elleni*
Yes ma'am!
(I'm going to bed now,
so good night everyone)
(Night Gar!)
That isn't that surprising, Elleni, but thanks for the warning.
(Sleep well Tony!)
Goodnight, Garrett! Have pleasant dreams of witty, fire-throwing skeletons!
*Sam, yet again, sticks her tongue out.*
It isn't happening.
*Hieronymus sighs, rubbing at his forehead.*
"You Bloglandians are all the same, aren't you? Every last Blake, Keating, Dragona, Castalan, Dugglyn, and Garrett."
*He pauses to shoot a particularly angry glare in the direction of Dugglyn.*
"You all want to be in CONTROL, t'have the measure of your future, t'be the master of your own fate, without ever pausing to think of the consequences. Every last situation you see, every single event, you cram, STUFF yourselves into it, 'n attempt to prove that you're the biggest, baddest kid on the block."
"Well, fine, y'wanted to figure out what we were paid to do, here it is: We're arresting every single creature here with a scrap of divinity in it, because they pose a massive threat to both the human race and the very fabric of reality itself."
"Happy, Castalan? 'cus within the next few months, we'll be goin' down the laundry-list of deities that call Blogland their home, and will be arrestin' 'em."
*smiles at him when he glares at her*
I don't really want to be in charge.
Too much work.
'course I do, don't be silly.
What?
I'm just a power player. I'm not a god, or even that strong right now. Since Adra left me, my power has been waning.
Anyway, it's my job to know what you're doing. You said it yourself, there is so much power here, it's a threat. How do I know that you two aren't here just to steal all of the powerful people here and weaponise them?
And at the moment, you may go about your business, as everything seems to be in order. But would you mind telling me who authorised this? I need to have a word.
Do you remember the last time you ate broccoli?
Month ago, or thereabouts.
Zafira: What...is going on?
Yep! Two nights ago. We typically have broccoli every night, I quite like it!
Oh, it seems that the massive threat of a huge group of godlike individuals massing in a pocket dimension has finnally been noticed, after about a year of S level threat warnings.
I see.
I had broccoli soup Wednesday, in case you were wondering.
Well yeah, I tended to lurk a lot before posting.
*Hieronymus stares at Trip, completely deadpan.*
"Does it LOOK like either Sam or I are here to steal people?"
*It's true*
*They're both pretty unimpressive, all things considered.*
"I gotta keep SOME things secret. I'm sure you'll be findin' out soon enough, though."
Ooh! I love broccoli soup!
Why did you ask? Just wondering! ;))
Zafira: The Asgardians are a problem too.
(before i disappear completely,
Sam if you are arresting any thing divine, then you'll have to try arrest Tony the tiger, the god of frosties cereal)
(Garrett, why are you not sleeping?
Why am I not sleeping?
Good night, guys, and take care of yourselves, ok?)
Hey, do I look like I bartender for a hobby? If I only went by what people looked like, I wouldn't have gotten very far. I'd probably be dead in a ditch.
There are currently many things you may yet be, it's only reasonable of me to suspect you may be them until you prove otherwise.
(Sleep well, fellow Britons.)
Um, well, I needed to say something. I considered asking if Sam remembered me, then realized that would be somewhat pointless, since we haven't met (sorry if we have!). From there, broccoli was the only logical next step.
I like how you think, Tea Spider.
(Night Tia!! Night again Gar!)
*Hieronymus exhales through his nose.*
"Well. S'ppose that's that, then."
Why, thanks.
I agree with Trip, I like the way you think!
Zafira: Or forget...
*hugs Tea Spider* Hi! Tia Halcyon, Warrior Chronomancer and hugger extraordinaire.
“He slimed me. I feel so funky.”
*runs off* Bye!
One last thing, who did authorise this?
Because I'd like to talk to them about it.
*Hieronymus takes a deep bow, mostly to disguise the twitching tell that always goes off when he lies.*
"You're talkin' to 'em! As the senior Sanctuary Official of Wales, I am, in fact, acting Grand Mage."
Hello Tia. . . . .... .. . , . . ,Bye?
((Okay I guess I'm invisible....-Zaf
I don't remember the first time I commented...
Wait, what? Who said that?
Oh gosh, I read my first comments recently..
I wish I could delete them.
And no Zaf! You're not!
...
There still isn't a Welsh sanctuary, you know that right? You don't really have the powers to undertake this kind of operation. I thought you were simply working under someone from the English sanctuary.
Can you show me some kind of authorisation for your mission other than your own declaration?
*uses sprinklers to make invisible Zaf visible*
Haha!
Zafira: I have yet to recieve word.
((I am don't worry...that's all I am, the backround-Zaf
*screeches and hides* Water!!!-Zaf
*Sam grumbles, sitting down, clearly bored of this.*
*Hieronymus, on the other hand, flashes Trip his most charming grin, as well as his badge.*
Unless you are a being of fire or the wicked witch of the west, get back here young invisible lady!
*Trip counters with an a charming amused grin*
You have a badge?
*Hieronymus deftly parries with a bemused smile.*
"Naturally."
(No you're not Zaffy!)
ZAFFY SCARED! *comes out* -Zaf
*hugs Zaffy* You're not a background. I'm more of a background than you are. You're active and you socialise here.
*tries that sleeping thing*
(You're not background either Tia!!!)
*thrusts with a sharp intake of breath, slowly releasing it as he hands it back*
Sorry, badges didn't mean anything in the 1800s, let alone these days. For anything else?
*Hieronymus wrinkles his nose, quite similar to Sam.*
"Ugh. Cynics. Am I right, Sam?"
*Sam looks up from her phone, eyes half-closed into a glare.*
Yeah. Sure.
"... Rrrright. What else do you want, anyways, lineage papers?"
I dedicate this page to random things that pop into my mind, such as:
Bubble gum
Snowmen/women/children/other lifeforms
Lace parasols
Thai food
Semi-colons
The people who design traffic-related stuff, like figure out how to time stoplights and where it's beneficial to put in a roundabout. That sort if thing.
Lemon peels
Toes
Antelopes
Fedoras
Bunny ears
Two truths and a lie
Fire trucks
Sidewalks
Imaginary numbers
Candy canes
Shoelaces
Butternut squash
Saucepans
Air
People who don't happen to be the president of any country, company or club
Pineapple upside-down cake
Mirrors
Rainbow wigs
Tent stakes
Cherries
Horror novels
Teeth
Chicken soup with rice
Queen Elizabeth I
Kneaded erasers
Armadillos
Pencil lead
Gift cards
The Bahamas
Lists of random people/places/things
Nouns
*got anything else
Yeah, even I have a badge!
*holds out her unicorn badge*
(Hear hear)
*fades away*
Well, some kind of proof of employment would be a good start. But failing that, maybe written proof from the Grand Mage of England that he let Wales have it's own sanctuary.
Sleep well Tia!
*Hieronymus scoffs for a third time. Maybe he's going for the record?*
"Well, perhaps we should give you a tour of the Sanctuary itself, some time?"
*Sam looks up, concern flashing in her eyes.*
Uh-
"The facilities are truly impressive, I have to say. I've converted my own personal abode to the Sanctuary itself."
Boss-
"In fact, we even have a dedicated Cleaver on duty!"
Boss!
*Hieronymus looks over at Sam.*
"Yes, Sammy-gal?"
Boss, the Sanctuary still needs to be renovated.
Ooh! Ooh! I have a badge!
...
Somewhere.
I'm not sure whether could be called background. I mean, I'll commend a lot, then not at all for a while, and I'm always changing names.
I don't really mind, though, if I am background. Often, the background characters are the most interesting.
No, I'm going to need something in writing that can be varified by a third party. Unfourtunately, having a sanctuary building doesn't make you one.
And stop scoffing. This all very suspicious.
Here here!!
Yes! Yes Tea!
I just love support characters. So much.
*Hieronymus firmly crosses his arms.*
"Unfortunately, since this is kinduva delicate "venture", I can't give you any names."
I'm glad someone agrees with me.
Well, you're blatant fakes. Not only have you not talked to the Grand Mage of England at all, the only reason he knows you two exist is because there are so few Welsh mages.
So, my friends, it seems now you really do work for me.
*Sam looks up.*
Oh for-
God dammit, boss.
*The girl stands up, wiping uselessly at the grass stains on her black pants.*
Look, boss might be a pushover once you have his number, but you're not gonna pull one on me. Boss and I are gonna do the good work that we always do, 'n if you wanna help us, great. If not, stay outta our way.
Let me point something out.
Do you know why I haven't had all these people arrested and securely contained? The reason is twofold.
One: they would escape. All these people, it doesn't matter how you contain them, they'll get out and then they'll wreak havoc. Right now, do you see them going around killing millions? Most of them no. But if you make them mad, that's when they're dangerous.
Second is something I call the big light effect. Where there are this many powerful good people, powerful bad people are drawn to that location, and as such get defeated by the powerful people working together. These people all being here kills powerful enemies so we don't have to!
Not to mention, this makes it so much easier to keep an eye on them.
*bug light effect
*Sam rolls her eyes.*
Nice crack philosophy there, Aristotle. End of the day, we're here to make sure that the big bads don't need to be stopped, 'cus they'll be nice 'n cozy in a tight cell, that they WILL. NOT. Be escaping from.
*pinches the bridge of his nose*
That wasn't even philosophy. Anyway, these are the ones that stop the bad guys. You may as well arrest Skulduggery Pleasant for being to dangerous. Trust me, when a Bloglandians puts their mind to something, it will happen. Honestly, I doubt your ability to hold one for more than a month.
*Sam folds her arms.*
We'll see about that. 'n trust me, if I could arrest Skulduggery Pleasant, I would.
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