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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Stupid wifi)
*smiles* that's my Ed
(Done.)
(Thank you Sir!!)
(Hello again.)
*Smiles* Shall we head to the bar?
*smiles and hugs him* let's go
*They appear in the bar* *Orders drinks*
*smiles* thank you sweetie
*smiles* thank you sweetie
(Back in 5)
(Kay Eddy boy!)
(Apologies, I disappeared briefly.)
(Welcomes Soph)
(Hello, Chloe. How are you?)
(I'm good! You?)
(I am a depressed. Listening to AC/DC. Yourself?)
(Don't be depressed *huggles* I'm sitting in my room)
(Don't be depressed *huggles* I'm sitting in my room)
(I do not huggle. But if it was that easy to be not depressed, I would not be depressed. But I do have a reason to be depressed, so I am depressed.)
(*starts braiding her hair* want to talk about it?)
(*starts braiding her hair* want to talk about it?)
(*starts braiding her hair* want to talk about it?)
(Back)
(Welcomes Ed ^^)
(Welcomes Ed ^^)
(*pulls away* My hair is fine, thank you.
I really do not wish to speak about it.)
(*pulls away* My hair is fine, thank you.
I really do not wish to speak about it.)
(Hey Inky, do you want to continue?)
(Well, it's a fact that if you force a smile then you feel better)
(Sure ^^)
(You start, if I vanish my wifi is messing around)
(I do not wish to force a smile.)
(Kk Ed ^^)
*sips drink*
*sings along to the song that's playing*
*The girl was crouched in a bush.*
*It wasn't the first time she had crouched in a bush. She had crouched in many bushes, before.*
*But it was certainly the first time she had crouched in a bush with someone ELSE.*
*In this case, that "else" was her boss, the infamous Hieronymus Beck, man of many titles.*
*Detective, newspaper writer, homeless man impersonator, conspiracy theorist, boss to one Sam Ish, owner and administrator and janitor to the Welsh Sanctuary.*
*He certainly looked the part, his coat of an indeterminate color covered in stains, his bushy, graying beard filled with crumbs, and brown eyes intently staring at the Bloglandian landscape under his great eyebrows.*
*And for the first time in hours, he spoke.*
"Bingo."
*The girl started, and gave him a suspicious stare.*
*She certainly didn't seem to be one easily started. Her hair was dyed black, with blonde streaks throughout, and was messily lopped short, almost entirely bald, on one side. She was wearing all-black, very Goth, very chic.*
*To be honest, she didn't blend in with the foliage at all. Black is terrible for stealth.*
What? Bingo?
"Yeah, bingo. I've been keeping track in my head."
You probably cheated.
"Shut up, Sammy-gal, I'm trying to make a point here."
*To point out his point, he pointed.*
"See the landscape? Keeps changing. Villages, towns, trees, forests, treehouses, treevillages, treetrees, volcanoes, lakes, treelakes, they keep phasing in and out, usually to the whims and/or dramatic needs of these... Bloglandians. 's weird as all hell."
*Hieronymus scribbled something down into his omni-present notebook.*
So what? This place is some weird pocket-dimension. Lets these guys get away with what they want.
*The girl pulled a face, clearly not happy with this state of events, but accepting of it.*
"You don't get it. If the landscape keeps changing, we're never gonna be able to reliably find our way out, or track someone. Need to find a pattern..."
*The two lapsed into silence, again, as Hieronymus occasionally jotted something else down in his tiny book.*
*Drinks* *Lament speaks in head*
L: Do I get an invite?
No
L: Please?
Fine
*smiles* how are you feeling now?
(Hello Sam)
Better, thanks
*touches his face* I'm glad *smiles*
*smiles* how do you put up with me? *laughs*
It's easy *hugs* I'm never ever letting you go!
*she is strolling through Blogland, pausing when she sees something, or someone, in a bush*
Hello?
*laughs* I don't deserve you
(Hello, Dugglyn.)
(Hello dugglyn)
*Sam rubbed at her forehead. Every since they had gotten to this stupid place that was edgier than a 90's comic book, it had kept on aching.*
*To distract herself, she decided that she might as well pester Hieronymus.*
So, what's the plan?
*Hieronymus gave her a baleful glance.*
"Plan? Same as the always-plan. We arrest the guy and cart him off to the Gaol."
*Sam thought back to the pitiful broom closet back in Wales that they used as the Gaol.*
You, uh, sure that's gonna work on this guy? He's got some shadow-ju-jitsu-ninja-bollocks.
*Hieronymus waggled a finger.*
"Ah-ah-ah. No thinking negatively on the job. We've got this fancy magic nullifiers, don't we"?
*Sam crossed her arms, frowning. Hieronymus frowned as well, realizing that he might've touched a nerve.*
"Hey, Sammy-gal, I promise that we'll work on your case next, yeah? For now, we got ourselves a crazy to cage."
*Sam nodded, sighing. The headache still hadn't gone away.*
I just wish Fido was here.
"What, Fido? He'd probably drop his scythe on his foot. Never buy a discount Cleaver, I should've listened to ma..."
Still, y'get the idea, right? Just having a Cleaver stand nearby and glare in the general direction of criminals can be a big help.
"Long as the Cleaver can keep his scythe in his hands, yeah."
*Hieronymus narrows his eyes, and looks in the distance at a... Place.*
"Huh. Can't tell what it is, but it's close to us, now. I think I've spotted a potential source of info. Better yet, perhaps two! And, get this, they both seem a tad simple. Easy-peasy."
*Sam rolled her eyes. This wasn't gonna end well at all. She had wanted to set up base camp, but nooo, let's spy on the locals and crouch in bushes and all sorts of nonsense, getting the "lay of the land" that refused to stay still.*
*Several meters to the right of Edward and Inky, Hieronymus popped out of a bush... And starts as Duggly appears.*
"Shite, unexpected variable. Bail!"
*Hieroynus dives back into the bush, prompting Sam to roll her eyes again.*
Cloaking?
"Cloaking."
*Sam pressed the sigil on the same piece of whale bone that she had been keeping for this occasion, and slowly, the two seemed to fade into the leaves.*
You do *kisses*
You do *kisses*
You do *kisses*
(Hello, Dugglyn.)
(Hey Sophia!!
Hey Ed!
Hey Inky!
How be's yous?! How be's yous eyes?!)
(Hey Dug! How art thou?)
(I am depressed, and my eyes are fine. Yourself?)
(Fine thanks duff, how are you?)
*kisses Inky* you should where that dress more often, it looks good
(I am good ^^)
You do *kisses*
*dugg, sorry
(I am good ^^)
You do *kisses*
(I am good ^^)
You do *kisses*
(I am good ^^)
You do *kisses*
*she scowls as they talk, she can hear them easily*
*she walks forward, into the bushes where they are hiding*
*because they blend in she doesn't see them and trips over them, catching herself before she goes splat*
(I am good ^^)
You do *kisses*
*kisses Inky* you should where that dress more often, it looks good
(Duff! XD I'm good!!! And me eyes be's goods, slowly melting and drowning in refried beans but overall good!)
(Poxy phone)
You think? *eyes brighten*
*Hieronymus crosses his arms as he waits for whoever it is to pass by the bush.*
*Then Dugglyn trips on his head.*
'F-"
*Seized by self-preservation, Hieronymus clasps a hand over his mouth, but continues to glare at Dugglyn.*
*Sam quietly smirks to herself, maybe now he'll realize how much having a headache sucks.*
(Kay Ed ^^)
*she curses under her breath and straightens up*
*she glares at the invisible lumps and kicks it, hard*
Stop being invisible you stupid person!
*she doesn't realize there are two people*
Yes, it suits you
*Hieronymus muffles another curse as Dugglyn's foot collides with his rib.*
"Oi! Piss off, girly! I'm doin' serious work, here!"
*Sam facepalms, and backs to the edge of the bush, watching the two(Well, Dug, at least, since she's the only visible one).*
Thanks sweetie. *smiles* and that tux suits you *kisses*
Yes, it suits you
*she smirks, tempted to kick him again*
And what would that be?
Show yourself and explain.
And maybe you won't get kicked again.
(I like AC/DC.)
*kisses* thanks
*Hieronymus struggles to his feet, and glares down at Dug, still translucent.*
"Why, I oughtta-"
*In the middle of his sentence, he promptly sprints out of the bush and heads for the treeline, his outline barely visible in the sunlight.*
*Sam begins to open a bag of chips.*
(They're cool! I don't know a lot of songs but if I heard one I'd probably know if because my dad loves them. Does anyone here know Brandi Carlile? She's amazing!!)
(Hey Gar!!!!!! HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY!!!!!!)
(Hey Gar ^^ *glomps*)
*smiles* I told Sil by the way. She is happy for us
*she sighs, wondering whether or not to follow him, she can hear his footsteps running away*
*she pauses when she hears someone open a bag of chips*
*she rolls her eyes*
Great, another one. Who are you?
(Thank you and Hello Dugg)
(*gets glomped* Hello Inks
Hello ed Sam and soph)
(Hello Gar)
You told her?
*smiles* yes
I take it she will be your bridesmaid?
*nods* she will. What colour do you think we should go with?
(Ok, which suits me better, Agnes or Chester?
I know I asked this last night but Madison is still insisting I'm Agnes!)
How about red? What about a venue, I was thinking ancient greece
*Sam wrinkles her nose, the headache building up even more as Dugglyn talks. She crunches on the chips thoughtfully.*
*Hieronymus becomes more and more visible as he gets further away from Sam, but makes it behind the tree line before he's totally visible.*
*smiles* I was thinking red too! And Ancient Greece... Would be perfect
Good, I can set up a portal for guests
*hugs* that would be grand
Hello? I know you're there! Who are you? I won't hurt you.
*under her breath*
Probably...
And wine, made in Greece. Lots of wine
*Sam grits her teeth. Okay, this headache is getting ridiculous. Has to be magic, somehow...*
*She looks Duggly over for anything glowy, and frowns.*
*Takes another bite of chips.*
*grins* sounds like a plan
*Kisses* I cant believe it's happening. I mean me, really
(Inks do you want to continue rping?)
*kisses back* believe it sunshine *smiles* you are the one
*she sighs*
*puts her arms out in front of her, feeling around for the second person*
*Given that Sam is sitting on the ground, Dugglyn's arms pass right over her head.*
*Sam scoots back, just in case.*
I am so glad it was you
(THIS IS IMPORTANT!!!!! CHESTER OR AGNES! MY FRIEND BETRAYED ME SO I NEED MORE OPINIONS!!!!!)
(Kk Gar, I start)
*growls and turns into mist, floating away*
*laughs*
(Chester?)
*smiles* me too
(Chester?)
So, what about a cake?
*Sam arches her invisible eyebrows, but as Duggly dissolves, her headache lessens.*
*Small miracles, she supposes.*
*Takes another bite of chips.*
Tawnee : *emerges from the bathroom*
Tawnee : *emerges from the bathroom*
Tawnee : *emerges from the bathroom*
*thinks* hmmm what soupy think?
Soup?
(Poxy phone)
*Do you
(Poxy phone)
*Do you
(Oh)
You decide, aren't you making Sil's cake?
*she comes back and solidifies, holding a bucket of paint*
*giggles and throws it on Sam*
*smiles* yes I am
*Jerks out of her daydreaming as Dugg throws the paint on her.*
What th- You bitch!
*Stands up, and throws a punch at her nose.*
(Dugg to answer your question i say Agnes)
*is sat in the poker room*
So many things to sort, what about guests?
*laughs, Turing into mist so Sam's hand comes through her*
(Ok, thanks Gar.
*doesn't show that to Madison*)
I would like it of everyone came *smiles*
Tawnee: *finds Gar* hey Sweetie
*As the paint dribbles down, it slowly covers the sigil on the whalebone, its pulsing light dimming and revealing Sam.*
Screw you!
*She moves to elbow-check Dugg in the neck.*
*stands up and huggles Taw* hello how are you?
*is still mist*
Wait Sam? What are you doing?
Right, I think that's everything. Oh and thank you again, for saying yes
Tawnee: *huggles* I am good, you?
I am good too,
any thing you want to tell me?
*She scowls, and draws a pistol from her belt.*
Piss off, whoever the hell you are!
Tawnee: *huggles* I am good, you?
Tawnee: *huggles* I am good, you?
Tawnee: *huggles* I am good, you?
I am Dugglyn. And that thing won't do much good while I'm mist. Just saying.
Tawnee: *huggles* I am good, you?
Tawnee: *huggles* I am good, you?
(Omg, 12 times Inky! I didn't know that was possible!)
(its my phone...its not working properly)
(its my phone...its not working properly)
*Growls, and one hand clutches at the side of her head.*
Whatever. You've got twelve seconds to explain what the hell you're doing, or I leave.
I told Derek via Twitter in Spanish to write a new post xD I do not mess around.-Zaf
Ok, fine!
I'm just walking around and then I see you guys huddling in a bush plotting something!
I'm just curious!
I'm good hon,
do you have anything you want to tell me?
*smiles* well I wasn't going to say no
Tawnee: *smiles*
Im pregnant
(XD Good idea! We're so far back!)
(I hereby dedicate this page to phones that actually work)
(I hereby dedicate this page to phones that actually work)
Jesus. Cut it with the exclamation marks, okay?
*Far away, almost forgotten about, a man called Hieronymus is watching the two through a pair of binoculars.*
*solidifies*
Ok fine.
But do you not remember? You were just a voice and them Silente got you a body? And then she tortured you. And then you died again?
Do you remember?
(Also, Sil says hi! And gives you a hug!!
She phone isn't working right.)
*Glares at Dugg, the headache intensifying.*
Your twelve seconds are up.
*She turns, and stalks away, fists clenched.*
*To her surprise, the further she gets away from Dugglyn, the lesser her headache gets.*
(Welcome back Sophia!)
*she is about to call after her, telling her to come back when she pauses*
You don't remember, do you?
*Rolls her eyes, stuffing her hands in her pockets as she enters the tree-line and gets out of Dugglyn's sight.*
Sheesh. What a weirdo.
(Gar? ed? You here?)
(People seem extraordinarily quiet.)
(Hear hear.
Blogger would not work for a while for me)
You could have said no, I wouldn't have blamed you Inky
(Same here, very strange
And thanks)
*kisses him* you are my mate, the only one for me.
*stares after her*
she doesn't remember....
*she storms off in the direction that the other man had gone, scanning the tree line for him*
(I think people are having trouble...)
(I'm still here, blogger is being a ball ache)
*carefully huggles Taw* thank you love this is amazing,
shall we Tell Inks, Ed and Cole?
*kisses* You could have had anyone. You could have had Cole or Felix, yet you chose me. Life is a mystery
Tawnee: *smiles* yes we shall *hugs*
Tawnee: *smiles* yes we shall *hugs*
(Admittedly, it has been troubling me somewhat. I have just been quiet because I have nothing to say, nor anything to start a conversation with, nor anything to add into the roleplay.)
(If you want to join you can Sophia!
And it's fine for me...)
*smile and runs fingers through his hair* each to their own beliefs, but I believe everyone only has only one person their meant to be with. No one else would do
*smile and runs fingers through his hair* each to their own beliefs, but I believe everyone only has only one person their meant to be with. No one else would do
(I do not want to join, that is the thing, Dugglyn, but thank you for the offer nevertheless.)
I agree *kisses*
(Ah, ok!)
*kisses back*
*tail wraps around him*
*Wraps arms round her while kissing*
Ok, we'll drive to their cottage because i don't know if shadow walking will hurt the baby *goes to get car keys*
*She catches up with Hieronymus.*
Yo, I think the weird girl i-
What?
*Hieronymus stares at his paint-stained protegee.*
What? She was a bitch 'n dumped paint on me. Not MY fault.
*Hieronymus sighs.*
"You're going to be SO much harder to conceal now, you know, even without the Goth-look you're going for."
*Sam crosses her arms defensively.*
What? Black is cool. I like black.
*Hieronymus shakes his head, but Sam continues.*
Anyways, let's keep going, the weird intangible girl is following.
*The two trudge further into the forest.*
*wraps arms around him*
*kisses his neck*
Tawnee: okay, let's go *smiles*
*places hand on stomach*
*Picks her up still kissing*
*opens car door for Taw* *climbs in on the other side*
*continues kissing*
*Carrys on kissing* *Tickles her ear*
Tawnee: such a gentleman *smiles and gets in*
*tail wags*
*smiles and still kisses him*
*she hears voices and hurries up, running torwards them*
*tail wags*
*smiles and still kisses him*
*Continues to kiss still tickling her ear*
*The two continue to trudge forth, helping the other out whenever they're in need.*
(i return)
*drives over to Inkys cottage*
*Hears car pull up* *Sighs and stops kissing*
*turns* whose that?
I don't know *Puts her down*
*stands there and goes outside* it's Gar and Taw
Ok *glass of wine appears*
*smiles* I wonder how they are
Would you like a drink?
*smiles* yes please
*Glass of wine appears for Inky*
*she runs faster, trying to catch up*
*takes a sop* thanks hon
*takes a sop* thanks hon
*drinks* Your welcome
*takes a sop* thanks hon
*gets out of the car and opens Taw's door*
*waves to Inks and ed* hello we have some exciting news to tell you two.
(Is Gar still here?)
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