Ha!
I cannot BELIEVE they've let me use that title!
Ladies and gentlemen, the collection I've been promising you, the book that scoops up all those little short stories and provides you with some brand new ones, has been unleashed. There won't be a Spoiler Zone post because it's not one of the "book" books, but even so, try to limit the amount you give away about the endings.
Of the new stories included, I'm finding it hard to pick a favourite. The Horror Writers' Halloween Ball is the most out-and-out comedy of the lot, but Across A Dark Plain is a WESTERN, for god's sake, and it was SO much fun changing my writing style slightly to convey that mood.
But I think Get Thee Behind Me, Bubba Moon is probably my favourite. Much like The End of the World (which is also collected here), it's told from the point of view of an outsider, in this case a middle-aged American man. I didn't mean it to be quite so long, but it grew from a short story to a novella before I knew what was happening. The tone of this one is different, too — until a certain pair of intrepid detectives wander in with their bickering and their jokes...
Anyway, I hope you like it. I hope you ALSO like the sample chapter from The Dying of the Light. It is VERY well written, if I do say so myself.
Oh, and speaking of TDOTL, tomorrow I shall be revealing an awesomely cool limited edition alternative cover.
And it ROCKS.
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«Oldest ‹Older 2001 – 2200 of 4344 Newer› Newest»*Her wrist starts to bleed again. She looks down at it an frowns. She misses her hand. It was her favourite hand*
*smiles* Don't worry
*gets up and winces* Come back you...
*thinks of an insult*
STUPID POTATO!!! As long as my legs work, you wont be able to get away
(Hey Taia!!))
James: *turns to her* Very well then. *sends wall after wall at her, throwing her up and up into the air* *smiles* annnnnnd now! *sends shadows towards her legs, piercing without slowing her fall*
*screams and slaps James* We had a deal!
James: Well guess what. Deals off. Now come on *grabs her and drags her away*
**wall after wall OF AIR
*groans* Great, just my luck
*shouts* you wont get away with this !!!!
*Her head turns to the shouting and she wonders whether or not she should intervene. She decides to at least observe the current happenings. She approaches the conundrum and watches*
James: *shouts back* Oh wolf, I already have. *laughs, still dragging Silente behind him* *they're approaching Death*
Flick! Flick are you okay?! Flick! *is struggling against James*
James: *rolls his eyes and makes a cocune of shadows around her* *it floats behind him*
Im fine, don't worry about me!
*turns to Death*
Please, helpy Silente!
*She tilts her head to the side, raising an eyebrow*
Coming towards me may not be a smart idea.
Why should I help?
*Her oddly blue eyes turn to Inky. It's clear she's not under her own command, Loki's instead*
James: *looks Death up and down* *shrugs and walks on, passing her*
*screams inside the cocune*
*She watches them pass, fiddling with her non-existent hand*
James: *laughs* Oh Silente. So weak. So wimpy. Can't even help yourself. I hope you enjoyed the preview earlier. There's much more coming. *a smile creeps onto his lips*
(I dedicate the previous page to Ron. Because he don't know how to play 20 questions.
To Loki, because OMG IM UNDER HIS CONTROL!!! SO MANY FAN GIRLS WOULD DIE TO BE ME!! OMG!!
Tom Hiddleston because I keep dreaming of being his wife... And of getting murdered after our reception.
And yeah...))
Silente! *trys to get to feet, falls back down*
Dammit, wolves are fast healers, but it would take a while to heal my legs!
*She looks at Inky, then at the man. She shrugs, deciding to follow the man*
(I may poof cos I have to clean the kitchen, Ill stay here as long as I can)
James: *walks through the clearing* *s sick smirk on his face* And what was it you told me before? 'Oh you'll never get me. I have friends now. And a boyfriend. Oh they'll kill you if you go near me' *laughs*
*beats against the shadow* *let's the sigils on her body flare up*
(Kk Flick!)
@Elleni: you complimented my ded somewhere, so... :)
(Okay Inky!)
*She looks at the man with a tilted head*
They will eventually come for her. You know that.
Hello.
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qy7pkuocNuo&app=desktop)
*looks around*
*notices that there are near by trees*
*army crawls*
*Finds two nice size fallen branches*
*ties them to legs with hair ribbons, using them as splints*
*spots a big log*
*Uses it as a crutch*
*slowly follows Jame's sick scent*
James: *pauses and looks at Death* And by then I will be long gone. They'll only look for so long. Eventually they'll get bored.
*looks around* ... What's happening?
But I'm here. I could always tell them.
*She lets her shoulds raise and drop in a shrug*
I used to be friendly with 'em.
(Damn it.
I dedicate this page to skittles and Pringles.)
(Hear!
Not hear...
Skittles are great... Not a fan of Pringles though...))
*gasps heavily*
James...has...Silente
James: *smiles at Leri* Nothing Alien. Go back to living your life. *continues walking, the blob of shadows following behind him*
As I said death, they might know, they will still grow bored.
*frowns, but no one can see because of the helmet* *raises shotgun at James*
You're the bosh'tet who hurt Silente.
James: *raises an eyebrow at Leri* I presume bosh'tet is meant to be some scolding insult but I'm afraid it means very little to me.
*keeps walking, ignoring everyone*
Okay. Once the guns come up, I step back.
*And that's all she does. Takes one step back and watches with delight*
*collapses*
I cant walk like this anylonger!
*watches the events unfold, quiet, still keeping Zanida close*
(Hi Dragona!
Hi Loki!
*sorry, probably not here*)
*follows James* *activates combat drone which appears behind James and starts zapping him with electricity*
(Hey Loki!))
(Gimmie a sec, I'm being force to brush my teeth with my little brother...))
James: *chuckles as he walks* Weaklings.
*is still screaming and struggling inside the blob of shadows*
Yo, Loki
James: *dodges the drone and lazily makes all the shadows inside the drone stab through its armour, ripping it to shreds* *all without pausing*
*activates another combat drone which starts firing missiles at him*
*catches up to James and points shotgun into his back* Stop moving.
*shadows raise to defend the missiles* *the combat drone falls as it is ripped apart by its own internal shadows* Remove the gun or you shall share your drones fates.
*the Midnight Hotel blossoms up from the ground*
*the music swells*
*I burst out onto the balcony and spread my arms*
I HAVE BEEN GONE FOR FAR TOO LONG!
SCHOOL AND PERSONAL EVENTS!
I SHARE MY PAIN WITH YOU IN SONGS!
TO LEAVE YOU ALL I NEVER MEANT!
I'M HOME! I'M HOME!
AND IT FEELS GREAT!
I LOVE YOU ALL!
I MIGHT EVEN-
*faint*
**James:
(Hey Clara)
I'm not letting you go. *arm glows orange and prepares a high explosive plasma round at point blank* Do you think you can rip me apart before you're hit with that, or the electric blast from my shotgun?
Midgardians.
Zanida: Loki...*sighs and is obviously unwell*
I know, you used your Frost Giant abilities more then you should have. I'm surprised you can stand.
Zanida: If I let go of you, its all over.
(Hiya Clara)
*sits at desk*
*flips through guest list*
*mutters petulantly* I come in in a blaze of glory and all I get is a 'hey Clara' . . .
*watches action unfold*
Dammit, I wish i could help
*sorts through the guest list*
*finds something of interest*
*studies it*
*frowns*
James: Please. You shoot me in the back. That gives me enough time to use shadows to rip both you AND Silente apart before I heal myself. Step away and you won't get hurt.
*waits*
*the shadow blob is paused awkwardly, floating close to the ground*
Why can you even use ice, and why does it drain you?
Zanida: It's because when Tyra shared her ability with me, I was old enough to make ice shards from my hand. I did but never told her. So as I realized I'm not Asgardian, I was able to use ice. It's hard for me because my fire is opposite of ice, so it drains a lot of energy.
*closes the book*
*puts it away*
*heads upstairs, walking very loudly*
*stops halfway up the stairs*
*takes a Moroccan rattle off the wall*
*proceeds to rattle it as I walk through the halls*
*it scares the towels away*
I could be more creative.
Hello, Clara of Midgard. I am Loki of Asgard, and I am burdened with glorious purpose.
(Sorry Clara Darling. Let me greet you properly)
(Clara! The beauty, the dear, the bell of the ball!
I had begun to think you had left us all!
But now I see you do return to us!
You didn't get run over by a bus!
So greetings, hello, good gracious day!
That is all I should really say!)
I am not backing down. I'm not letting you take her. *other arm glows orange, too*
Zanida: Hi Clara, nice to meet you.
(Ah, how lovely. Yes, I see,
I daresay that I have been spoiled
by our many talks of love and war.
And now refuse greeting 'cept in poetry.)
(Back.))
James: Step away now. I will not warn you again!
I do not like poetry, I do what I want.
Zanida: I'm Team Loki on that.
Are you making teams? Who am I against?
Zanida: Team Alastair.
I believe I win, simply for nit being a love struck fool, and I am a god.
Ohhhh I have a poem for James !!!
*knocks impatiently on the door to the Delta room*
*no response*
*knocks again, this time with the rattle*
*no response*
*knocks again, this time with my face*
*no response*
*shouts obscenities*
The Door: *opens slowly*
*a pale face with gray hair and dark eyes peers out*
*there are bags under the eyes, and her breath stinks of alcohol*
Precocious: May I . . . may I help you, Ms. Crowley?
*grinds teeth furiously* Yessss . . .
Currently you have a shotgun pointed at you, a high explosive plasma round and a power which I refuse to tell you about. Are you willing to take the chance that you would be able to rip me apart before I have chance to act? You know nothing of this technology, or how it works.
*Her eyes lock onto to Loki and she visibly relaxes*
Zanida: You know, Astrid waits at home.
I would bring her down, but she has kept Thor away.
Zanida: You'll owe her.
I owe her nothing.
Zanida: I can see you like her, a lot.
I do not fall for people, I am not Alastair.
*the door opens a little wider*
Precocious: *leans heavily on the door*
What can I do for you, miss?
The rent.
Precocious: Eh?
*leans in* THE RENT.
Precocious: *yelps and holds her aching head*
Please . . . don't shout.
The rent is long overdue, Doctor. I'm sorry.
Precocious: I've been going through some difficulties, lately . . .
Yes, I can smell them.
Precocious: Give me a few more days. Anton always gave me a few more days.
*teeth grinding together furiously*
*stiffly* This is . . . this is not Anton's hotel any longer. This is MY hotel.
James: Wrong. Answer.
*thousands of shadows jump up from around them and fly at Leri with tremendous speed, aiming to skewer her numerous times* *spina ay the same time landing a punch across her jaw*
James?
(James: Please. Type up this poetry of yours.)
Now, I happen to know that you have plenty of money. Far more money than I'm asking for.
Precocious: I . . . um . . .
*snaps* Your husband? Your very very rich husband?
Precocious: Oh, right . . .
Doctor, are you even listening to me!?
Precocious: *dazedly stares blankly at me*
*wonders why she can see to of me, swirling around each other*
*stammers* Hassle . . .
I hardly think it's too much of a hassle to PAY YOUR LANDLORD WHAT YOU PROMISED TO PAY.
Precocious: *shakes head dimly*
It's not that. Not that.
We have him locked up.
*eyes wide*
You . . . I . . . I beg your pardon?
*shadows hit her shields and fail to get through* *helmet absorbs the impact from the punch* *fires a mass of supercooled subatomic particles at James, followed by the high explosive plasma round, then finishes by firing the shotgun, which ionises the air and fires a beam of electrical energy*
Roses are read...
Violets are blue...
DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN you ;)
(I am not red... Liar... Rose is blue from cold!!
^.^))
James: *shadow walks before any of that can hit him* *the shadows under Leri's skin start moving and jerking*
(James: 3/10)
Precocious: *steps aside and opens the door a little wider*
Please . . .
*enters the room*
*sits in an armchair and aggressively crosses legs*
Well?
Precocious: *sits in a chair*
*a chair that is not there*
*crashes to the ground*
Ugh . . .
*I do not help her up*
WELL?
Precocious: *props herself up on her elbows*
We . . . we found him.
He turned himself in, but he won't say a word about how to lift the c- . . . the c-
Uh-huh.
Precocious: *wanders over to the nearby coffee table*
*takes a bottle of booze off it and drinks deeply*
*watches her*
Precocious: *finishes*
*offers it to me*
No, thank you. I don't drink . . . wine.
Precocious: Oh . . .okay
(Is there a way to get rid of the shadows? What do they do?)
(hehe..sorry ;) )
God I wish I could help
Anyone know how to heal?
(*Hugs Anni*
Omg. Heh. I'm still tossing up between the two.))
(The shadows are under your skin. They can do Many things. Move you like a puppet. Cause immense pain. Rip free of you twisting your flesh into an unrecognizable mess.)
*She lifts her head*
I can heal. Not reattach limbs. That's about all.
*She lifts up her stump of a hand*
(Is there a way to get rid of them?)
Death, could you please heal my legs ?
(Er...logically speaking...no. Not unless you shone a light under your skin.)
Just because I said I could, didn't mean that I would.
*She grins widely*
Ask him. I'll only do it if he wants me to.
*She nods to Loki, smug*
Precocious: He's been locked in a League holding cell for . . .
*counts off on her hands*
. . . days now. Won't talk. Just lies there and snickers and drools and laughs through the pain.
The pain?
Precocious: We were intending to kill him.
*stares blankly at the wall*
Kill him quick, and get our revenge. But Oscar decided . . . to keep . . . *cough* . . . to keep him alive for a wall, in the cell. As a pet.
*swallows*
A . . . a pet?
Precocious: The League's torturers are the best in the world. Not even the Russian Sanctuary has anything on them. Sometimes . . . *hic* . . . sometimes he'll let them do it, other times he'll do it himself. He told me he wants to hurt him bad enough that he'll stop laughing.
*takes a deep drink from the bottle*
*exhales loudly*
I don't think it will happen.
*stands up*
*stammers* I . . . I've met Oscar several times.
Precocious: Well then, y'know he's capable.
. . . That's true . . .
(In which case I'm going to say it didn't happen. Because it's totally OP, Silente.)
(Well...let me think a minute Draggie. So you'd have to light up under your skin somehow....but I'm going to manipulate logic (so its not op) and say that if you move very quickly it'll break the conection.)
Hassle is a nervous wreck, isn't he?
Precocious: *lets her head drop*
*assumes that's a nod*
I don't see how he could survive very long.
*stands and moves towards the door*
Precocious: Oscar's a Life-Giver, recall. He keeps him alive even as he hurts him.
*drinks more*
*stops with hand on doorknob*
. . . Is that why you drink? To forgot about the pain he's putting Hassle through?
Precocious: What? Nah.
*shakes bottle at me*
I drink 'cause he won't let me come over there and join him.
*leaves quietly*
*shutting the door softly so as not to disturb her head*
*stands in the hallway, not knowing what to think*
Please, Loki. Let her heal me!
Please, Loki. Let her heal me!
*returns to the hallway*
*sits behind the desk and stares at the wall*
*recalls that I never actually finished pressuring her about the rent*
*slams fist on desk and swears*
(Doesn't help, Silente - Quarians can move only slightly faster than a human.)
*She lets out a snicker*
I'm fully capable of doing it without his instruction. It's just fun to watch people beg.
(Thats fast enough Draggie.)
(Ah ok.)
*runs to the shadows go away*
(It's kind of got to the point where if I see something either OP/God mod I just pretend it doesn't happen. :P)
(seems I have to go. Bye!)
Hmm fine, I wont beg anymore
*Picks up log that I used as crutch*
*Throws it at Deaths head*
That'll teach you
Fare-thee-well, Dragona Pine.
(Bye then Draggie!)
James: *rolls his eyes* wimp. *starts walking off again, pauses and walks to the hotel, poking his head in* Excuse me?
*looks up from paperwork*
*crocodile smile*
Hullo, and welcome to the Midnight Hotel. How may I help you?
*She ducks under the log with ease*
What will teach me, sweety?
*Her oddly blue eyes turn into a glare*
(Death's powers are gravity manipulation and creating immense pain, to the point of suicide, by glaring))
James: *walks in, the clump of shadows writhing and floating behind him* What are the hotels rules, for members of course.
(Thank you! I actually had no idea what your powers were, so I was trying to quietly deduce them from your actions so I would look intelligent.)
(Ah okay)
Well Im screwed
*looks over at what is unfolding* Do try to not die, Rose.
Zanida: Can I help?
No, you're not getting yourself hurt again.
((Msd))
*counts off on fingers*
No violence towards guests or myself, no murder of guests or myself, no ESP at guests or myself, and no Japanese flower arranging for guests or myself. Fairly standard rules.
Also, no access is permitted to Room 24 or the secret room behind the fireplace. That's where It lives.
James: What about violence and or murder of someone who is not a guest?
Only if you clean up afterwards.
*She looks at Loki, smiling* I won't. I know better than to die on people. I only die when I want to. But thank you for your... Um... Concern...?
(*Laughs and hugs Anni* Just ask next time!! Ily!!!
*Smiles smugly at Inky*)
James: *smiles* And if any members of the community who aren't guests attack a guest?
When you are experienced you can become overly confident and such confidence can prove fatal
Ah.
*adjusts glasses*
Then I'm afraid I would be forced to eject you from the premises and/or this mortal coil.
*Her glare turns back to Inky*
Be quiet.
James: I think you misunderstand. I was referring to if I became a guest and someone attacked me. I want to know what would happen then.
No, Im Inky the wise wolf, so you shut up!
(I love spice and wolf quotes XD)
Oh. That's a much easier question to answer. Then THEY would be immediately ejected from the premises and/or their life. This would be carried out by me, though fighting in self-defense is . . . excused, if not appreciated.
(YOU WATCH SPICE AND WOLF?)
(YES I DO)
(OH MY. YOU WATCH SPICE AND WOLF.)
*She infuses the glare with more magic and sends it towards Inky, making her feel crippling pain*
I did not ask you to speak.
(LAWRENCE AND HOLO ARE MY OTP.)
(YES)
Ah, pain makes one wise !
*I say without crying, but barely*
James: In that case I'd like to talk prices, that is if you currently have and vacancies.
*the shadowy blob floats fully into the lobby, coming to a halt beside James's feet*
*smiles with dark intent*
(IT'S LIKE A BEAUTIFUL MEDIEVAL ROMANCE DRIZZLED IN APPLE JUICE AND WRAPPED UP IN A PRETTY LITTLE ECONOMICAL BOW.)
**any
(I KNOW XD ID LOVE TO HAVE HOLO's EARS AND TAIL)
*More magic into the simple action*
I will tell you when you can and cannot speak.
*smiles with darker intent*
Of course! It would be a pleasure to have you here.
*passes him The Big Black Binder*
You'll find all my rates in here. You'll find them all fair, especially considering the quality of my rooms.
(AH, ANOTHER SPICE AND WOLF FAN! IT'S SIMPLY TOO MUCH! HIGH FIVE!
*high fives*)
* sings the smurfs happy song*
La la la-la la la,
Sing a happy song.
La la la-la la la,
Smurf your whole day long.
James: *opens the folder*
Are they soundproof at all?
(You may need to give an indication of how high/low per night they are)
(*high fives back*)
*She trembles with rage an picks up Inky by the throat she lifts her off the ground as she speaks*
Will you not be quiet!?
*She tosses her away, into a tree, hard*
They are all well sound-proofed, as in the days of An- . . . of the former manager, the hotel catered to vampires. We do not, anymore.
*taps the binder*
As you can see, rooms with lower numbers are higher priced, and those with lower numbers are lower priced, with the exception of Room 16, which can only be paid for in Babylonian coinage.
*higher numbers are lower priced
James: Regardless of price, which room would you advice for least likely to stain?
Oh and another question, you just said you no longer cater for vampires? What about if someone is torturing and or murdering vampires?
*Hits tree with sickening crunch*
*cant get up*
Stop...pouting *breaths heavily*
You've learned...something valuable....remember the lesson...not ...the disappointment...
It takes...a lot... to keep.. me... down...
Zanida: Loki, can I go back to the house?
No, you're safer where I can see you.
Zanida: Okay, I trust you.
*squints at James*
*I know what you're up to*
*leans closer and lowers voice*
I will, of course, charge you for any damages and/or stains you inflict upon the room. If you want a torture chamber for hire, I daresay there are many more hotels that are . . . cheaper, and more understanding.
I swear to the almighty, that if you do not shut your jabbering mouth, I will kill you.
*A knife flashes into her only hand and she twitches angrily*
I have been tortured by countless, tortured countless more. You will just be another slash this dagger makes. Do not consider yourself special. They all do.
(RP. You are special!! Ily!!))
(I love Blogland. I love that we can have two role-plays going side-by-side, one an intense story about a killer torturing someone, and the other about hotel room fees.)
James: *smiles at her* But none as close. I'd rather chose somewhere safe and avoid getting stains on things than I would have myself stabbed in the back by a cheaper hotel.
*the blob of shadows loosen slightly, becoming slightly less opaque*
(Anni... I just laughed... Evilly... At midnight... In my dead quiet house... Why...?))
Who was the Midgardian that gave that 'Golden God' a version of my sceptre?!
It was not me, Loki, perhaps my step-father? He was the one who had been searching for it.
*smiles* Your loyalty to this humble business is most refreshing. I would suggest, for stain purposes, that you pick Room 5. The towels in that room are particularly rambunctious, and so should mop up anything you spill just by the actor hopping about. I hope you like towels.
(hehe thnx, you too )
I do not fear death, but I am special
Others before have names me a wolf goddess. I am not so grand, as a god. Im inky and inky is all that I am.
No one will care if I go, so why should I?
(I babble when I don't know what to say)
Some idiot did. I want to know who that was
((Rose, look on my Twitter..-Zaffy))
(Death, I was going to ask if you were alone in the house because then the evil laughter would be fine, but then I realized that asking that would sound really stalker-ish, so I decided against it. Not a stalker, by-the-by.)
* chromaggia starts playing out loud from some unknown source*
*She runs towards Inky and plunges the dagger into the girl's chest, piercing the bottom of her right lung. Se tears it out and traces a line down her face*
Lets see how long it takes for you to die.
*She makes another wound in Inky's stomach, then draws another line*
*nods* Room 5 it is then. Is there an entry fee? Oh and finally, I just want to check something. *the shadow blob raises up and rests on the end of the desk* You have no objection to this being the once tortured do you? *she shadows surrounding Silente dissolve so that only her hands and ankles are bound, along with her mouth being gagged*
*stares and struggles, wide eyed, panicking* *locks eyes with Clara*
Do...your...worst....
(Oh.
Shit.
Derek.
Put. That. Down.))
*freezes*
*eyes wide*
*mind working furiously*
*I don't know what to do*
*don't know what to think*
James: *looks at me expectantly*
*tries to collect myself*
*closes my eyes*
*what would Anton do*
*what would Anton do*
*I know what Anton would do*
*open my eyes*
*my mouth feels weirdly dry*
*hoarse voice* No. There is no entry fee.
With pleasure.
*She sends the dagger deep through the side of Inky's neck, between her windpipe and spine. She pulls it out again and draws another line on her face*
Three.
*She sends the knife between her ribs ad twists, letting the blade grate against her bones*
*trys to yell but no sound comes out*
*passes out*
James: *nods and smiles* Good to hear. *the shadows once again surround Silente* In which case I would like to rent out room 5.
*screams and struggles inside the shadows* *she feels numb* *Clara hadn't helped her*
*She frowns and gets up, not before drawing a fourth stroke along Inky's face*
Four and out. Weak.
*She rolls her eyes and wipes the blood off on her jacket*
(ive got to have a bath, Ill be back later, probably (if im still alive))
*weakly* Go ahead.
*sits, slumped, at the desk*
*staring at my paperwork*
*what would Anton do?*
*what would Anton do?*
(Trust me.)
James: *coughs* The key ma'am.
(Haha, goodbye Inky!
Also, Anni, sorry, I completely forgot. The rest of my family is here. And they heard... Heh...))
(Bye Flick)
*looks up* Eh?
Oh. Yes, of course. Forgive me.
*ducks under the desk*
*returns with a key with the Greek letter Epsilon carved on it*
The key to Room 5 . . . sir.
James: *smiles and nods his head, taking the key*
Much appreciated.
*walks up the stairs and to room 5*
*smiles at the blob of shadows and unlocks the door*
*She walks into the Mightnight Hotel and smiles gently at the woman, Clara*
Hello. I'm after a young girl, probably being tortured, or about to be touted. Goes by the name of Silente.
*elbows on desk*
*face in hands*
*what would Anton do?*
*what would Anton do?*
*get a snack*
*no, he wouldn't do that*
*goes to get a snack anyway*
*enters the kitchen*
*on the fridge, there are two little drawings*
*one of Sir and I*
*and one of me and . . .*
*bashes head against the wall*
*what would Anton do?*
*what would Anton do?*
*doesn't like her*
*not in that way*
*not in any way, really*
*but*
*that doesn't mean she deserves to die*
*violently kicks the fridge*
*what would Anton do?*
*what would Anton do?*
*the rules*
*that's right, he would stick to the rules*
*looks up at the second floor*
*smiles*
*tortured
James: *walks into the room, the shadow blob following*
*locks the door behind him, leaving the key in the lock*
*looks around and let's the shadows around Silente dissolve again, all apart from the ones binding her arms and ankles, and the gag*
Ah. Alone again.
*storms upstairs*
*energy crackling in my fists*
*knocks loudly on Room 5's door*
Hullo?
HULLO?
*tries the doorknob*
*it won't turn*
*angrily taps the symbol soaked into the wood*
The Door: *gently falls inwards*
Hullo, sir, sorry for the interruption.
It just occurs to me that we never really addressed the fact that
THERE ARE NO GODDAMN VAMPIRES ALLOWED IN MY HOTEL.
James: *turns to face Clara* Actually ma'am i asked you about torturing or killing vampires in your hotel and you said nothing against it. And since i am no longer a vampire...
*shrugs*
*She jogs up the stairs and leans in the doorway*
I'm sorry, James, is it? I'm sorry, but if anyone is to torture Silente, it's me. And if you decide that you want her, come and get me.
I said nothing against it, and nothing for it either. Truth be told I was a little distracted by the possibility of you using a perfectly good room with lovely upholstery as a torture chamber. Fortunately, though, you have not paid for this room yet, so I see no reason why you shouldn't vacate at once, taking that vampire with you.
*smiles politely*
What you do with her outside these walls is your business, but while you are here, with a vampire, I'm afraid you are violating the rules of this establishment and therefore I am entitled to murder you in a quick fashion.
And as for you, Death Rose, you have done nothing wrong in my eyes. After all, you didn't bring the vampire. But as I've said before, go somewhere else to do it.
Your hair looks great, by-the-by.
(sorry someone was at the door)
James: *raises a silent eyebrow at both women*
*stares at them both* *Clara she trusts. Death....not as much*
Dankè.
*She half smiles at Clara before looking back at Silente*
How about I'll just take her, James can go to sleep and everyone will be happy.
*She walks in and grabs Silente by her hair and starts dragging her out of the room*
Well, how lovely!
*pulls out a moist towelette*
*wipes off hands*
I'm sure we will all look back at this and laugh one day. No need for excessive bloodshed that the hard-working towels will have to clan up.
*screams against the gag, this hurts her hair*
James: *shadows rise to stop Death* excuse me. I'll happily leave in peace Clara. However I would rather leave with ALL that I entered with.
Hmm. That seems like a You problem, not a Me problem.
*inclines head to Death*
As I no longer consider James here a guest, I will not stand in the way of your dispute, though I would prefer it if it were conducted outside.
*Her smile is fake and she grips Silente's hair tighter. She kicks her back softly, thinking to herself, I'm trying toget you out, kid. Alive.*
I think I will be taking Silente. You will leave. Or things will get serious.
Thank you, Clara. I have no official promise that we can take this outside quick enough and I am fully ready to pay whatever costs are deemed necessary.
*grits her teeth and shuts up*
James: Then I guess things are getting serious.
*shadows swarm up around him*
*leans against the wall to watch the altercation*
*my hands are sparking threateningly*
*I will not hesitate to jump into the fray should the guests be disturbed, or should there be too much collateral damage*
*the main thing is that Silente gets out of the Hotel*
*keep in mind that the Hotel is, as always, laced with booby traps*
*should you escalate into a proper fight, feel free to use them*
Oh, fun.
*She thrusts Silente into Clara's care and stands in front of them, her hand and uh, wrist, ready*
*looks down at Silente*
. . .
(Im back, whats happataining?)
(See? This is why I love you Anni. Because you booby trap everything and clean your hands with moist towelettes... Something I have... Picked up...))
*stumbles and looks up at Clara*
James: *sends shadows shooting straight for Deaths eyes*
(*bows*
Thank you, Death Rose. It is nice to have my eccentricities appreciated.)
*She ducks them quickly and moves in low. She sends a glare, infusing magic with it, towards James, making him feel paralysing agony*
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