Okay then, here are the locations and dates for my Ireland/UK tour.
AUGUST
29th: Waterstones, Ringwood — 11AM — signing
Waterstones, Bournemouth — 3PM — signing
30th: Waterstones, Bluewater — 1PM — signing
31st: Dun Laoghaire — details to be confirmed — fan event and signing
SEPTEMBER
5th: Village Books, Dulwich — 6.30PM — fan event and signing
6th: WHS, Milton Keynes — 11AM — signing
WHS, Sheffield — 3PM — signing
7th: Waterstones, Newcastle — 12 NOON — signing
11th: Easons, Galway — 4PM — signing
13th: Easons, Belfast — 11AM — signing
14th: Easons, Limerick — 2PM — signing
19th: Hodges Figgis, Dublin — 6PM — signing
And then, of course, on the 27th, we're all going to be dragged into the Theatre of Shadows...
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*dodges again, stumbling back*
*stares at him with shocked eyes*
*can feel her heart aching, breaking in her chest*
The Dark Shadow: Unexpectedddddd... Butttt twoooo birdssss with one stoneeee as the humansssss would sayyyy...
(GOD DAMN IT. The one comment I do without being distant because I'm making my own wallpapers...)
*sprints forward and begins a flurry of short range attacks*
*dodges quickly, focusing on defense*
*jumps and spins, smashing both feet into the scythe handle*
*lands and ducks before diving forwards, behind him, and making a run for the door*
*kicks a leg out, sweeping her to the floor*
*rolls and is back on her feet in under a second*
*runs faster, not at her fastest but at a reasonable fast speed*
*looks behind her shoulder while running for the door*
*throws the scythe at her head and sprints after her*
There is no door stupid vampire. You can only escape by killing me.
*ducks and grabs the scythe handle*
*throws the scythe, watching it bury itself to the handle in a wall*
Never.
*sends a fist into her jaw*
Then I'll kill you.
*stumbles backwards*
*closes her eyes and squares her shoulders*
I wont hurt you Viv.
(THROWING scythes... you don't THROW scythes. Would be totally ineffective in every single way.)
(SP book 1 Tanith and the White Cleaver her throws it at her back and it goes through her chest.)
(I'm sorry, but several scythes are thrown in the series.)
(Shh just continue with the rp before my phone dies!)
(I know people DO throw them in SP but any person would know that there are better things to do with a scythe rather than throw it. Throwing a scythe would be ineffective. You're more likely to hit them with the shaft than you are the blade itself. Especially since it's, y'know, curved.)
I'm sorry, my love. I accidentally fell asleep.
*Adra takes his hand gratefully and squeezes it*
(Viv! RP! Phone dieing!)
(*begins preparing a funeral for Silente's phone*
(Silente's mums phone.)
(Actually Silente's Author's mum's phone.)
(VIV SERIOUSLY PHONE ON CRITICAL DIEING STAGE!!!)
...
*Dying
Sorry, but that was going to throw me off a lot.
VIVANUS KEEN I SWEAR TO GOD HURRY UP!!
Ohh. Sorry Adra. Wondered why autocorrect was angry.
OMG SERIOUSLY VIV THIS PHONE IS GOING TO DIE ITS DYING I CANT COME ON AGAIN TONIGHT ONCE ITS DEAD VIV I SWEAR!
VIV NOW IS NOT A GOOD TIME TO HAVE POOFED CONTINUE THE RP BEFORE THE PHONE DIES!!!
Silente, he's gone. Please, try to be understanding that something may have happened to him outside the Blog- like, say, maybe a power outtage- something out of his control. You'll continue tomorrow, and I don't think he will feel good if he looks back later and sees you yelling at him, regardless.
Right. Sorry. Soz Viv.
@Adra: I didn't interpret it as bad yelling. I'm sure you and most of us would yell in Silente's situation. Viv's her friend. I could easily analyse, were they characters, that she felt comfortable yelling at him because of this. I would be yelling my head off at any of my friends, online or offline.
((You've nothing to be sorry for, love.))
*leans over to kiss her forehead* Are you feeling any better?
Oh Adra....please don't EVER say 'hes gone' again. You scared the hell out of SilenteTC.
Well, I don't usually begin to kick and scream when Alastair goes.
I apologize if I've offended you, or Silente, but when someone is yelled at out of RP, I usually try to envision how they feel nowadays.
I'm just trying to keep it cool...
-
*Nods faintly* Alastair, um... *Shakes her head a little* You shouldn't stay up here with me. You're wasting your energy, having two copies at once. I'll be safe here.
((Adra- sorry I vanished. -Zaf
That's cool, Adraaaaa. *hugs*
(Hey Star! How are you?)
Come on, heal my sister and we'll fight.
I understand, Zafira.
@Dragona: *thinks about that very carefully*
I read that at any given moment people can have a dozen feelings running through them, but they only realise they're the dominant ones . . .
Of course, once you begin a close scrutiny, you begin to think that maybe you're just feeling what you expect situations to make you feel. And then you always forget to include the part of yourself that is analysing the rest of yourself.
On the whole I'm good, though. :)
You?
((I feel so bad, I just kind of got to the house and yeah...I'm here now.-Zaf
(I'm fine, thanks.)
*Would answer to Zaf in the RP* *But has to wait for Alastair* *Sorry*
Hey Zaf. :)
@Dragona: See, that's a simple answer. :P
*reminds self to just say that next time self is fine*
(Star - lol. By the way, I made the wallpapers I was talking about. I sent you them in an email.)
Okay. :) Thanks.
*Adra shivers, not caring to be close to Loki* *Steals the blanket, and disappears into the closet again, curling up*
Hello, Adra.
*Jumps, and slides against the corner of the closet, wrapping the blanket tightly against her*
(Lol my mum is crying at The Rise of the Planet of the Apes... dunno why.)
Afraid? I would be.
Zanida: *follows him* I have the cube.
Good. *grabs Adra* Shall we go on a holiday?
@Dragona: I haven't seen it.
If she's crying I probably would though, me being me. XD
**Struggles against Loki, trying to pull away*
Do not try to struggle.
Zanida: *takes Loki's hand and uses the cube to go into Jodenheim, all three of us*
Zanida, go to Laufey. He trusts you.
Zanida: *goes*
Now, I have you, little girl.
(Zaf - random question, but why do your characters always seem to target Adra?)
How did you- *Pulls her hand away, taking a step back* The house had wards up- how did you get to the room?
It did not effect the cube or sceptre. Also, it really was not hard.
*Backs up, wrapping her blanket tighter around her with a chill* What do you want this time, then?
Hello! I finally be here!
Mbd, I'm working on my mask.
How be's yous?!?!
How be's yous eyes?!?
To give you to Laufey. He wanted a Midgardian, and you are it. *grabs her again, holding her against a frozen rock* Zanida won't be back for a while, shall we have some fun?
*Gasps, and presses her feet against his chest, pushing* Get the fuck away from me.
*isn't phased by that, and hits her across the face* Do not even try.
(Zaf - I mean, it seems to be a common occurrence. Like with your characters trying to involve Niccolo/Alastair. I'm just curious. :) )
*Gasps, and touches her face* *Her eyes widen faintly*
*figures out she's shunted rather quickly, and searches through dimensions to find her*
Never mind.
*leaves*
We have hours dear.
*several hours go by, in the cold and dark of Jodenheim*
Zanida: *comes back* Loki!
Yes?
*Is curled up in the corner, her clothes tattered* *Is bloody and bruised, presumably* *Shivers violently*
Zanida: Loki Laufeyson...*bitch slaps* *goes over to Adra, offering her a hand* I'll help you. *summons a flame, to keep Adra warm* I know, it's cold.
(Zaf? *points at question above*)
((Oh, gracious. I'd have been there in minutes...))
*Shies away from Zanida, wincing as she moves* *Her abdomen and waist are sore* *Turns away, hiding*
((You can shunt, it is another realm.-Zaf))
Zanida: *gently* Adra, I'll help you. I'll get you home, or I'll get Alastair.
You will do no such thing.
Zanida: Watch me.
*She's numb* *Doesn't want Zanida to touch her*
Zanida: *lights her lance on fire, keeping it near to keep Adra warm* The cold doesn't bother me, calm down, you'll be safe. Laufey will not come.
*Curls in the corner, making sounds of protest faintly* *Continues to shiver violently*
Zanida: Adra, I swear over my life I do not wish to hurt you.
*A stone pillar shoots from the ground, and collides with Zanida so that she would fly away from Adra* *Keeps her fingertips as close to her as she can, feeling a fe wonders to frostbite*
(Hey...)
((I know. That's exactly the problem .))
Hey Death. :)
(My oh my, things seem to be getting interesting.)
Hey Clara. :)
Zanida: *gets thrown into Loki* Oww...
*grabs her and holds her against a rock* Enough, Zanida.
Zanida: Let go!
*pokes her heart with the sceptre* I told you not to disobey.
Zanida; Good thing you missed *punches in face and goes over to Adra*
(So, I just got back from my first day as an art gallery curator, and everything went swimmingly. I even sold a painting.)
Zafira: Alastair, they're in Jodenheim.
@Clara: Ooh! :) Yay!
Glad things are swimming. :) :)
Nice Clara!
Hi everyone!!!
How be's yous?!?
(I also got a lot of things done during the downtime. I finished Playing With Fire, and I organized my entire laptop, and I did a lot of writing.
One of the things I finished was the little Gordon Edgely story I mentioned yesterday.
Would anyone like to read it?)
@Zaf: Alastair would have realised that - that's his point. He would have gone there after a few minutes, not a few hours . . .
That's what I think Alastair's saying anyway. :)
Hey Dugglyn! My eyes are . . . . . . . . . . . not being pulled apart! They're lucky!
@Clara: I think I would, yes. :)
(Evening all!)
*Lorcan and Casha had left hours ago, leaving a note beside Judhipor in the cave. Casha was feeling better and they felt it better to not be put or have any more friends put in an awkward situation any more.
They had really walked a good bit away from the small town and the small cave they had slept. They past a river and saw a bridge which led to a small cabin house but they decided against it. Instead they travelled down a small ravine and found another small cave at the bottom, beside a small river.*
*raises her hand*
Oh! Oh! I do! I want to read it!
Hi Em!!!
How be's yous?!?
That's good Star!
(Okay! That's nice. Would you prefer:
1 - My posting it here.
2 - My posting it on one of my blogs.
3 - My e-mailing it to you.)
*Makes a wall of rock to surround her protectively*
Would here be ok?
((...))
@Clara: I don't mind. :)
Whatever Dugglyn says!
Hey Em! :)
Dugglyn, your enthusiam's rubbing off on me. XD *hugs*
(I suppose so. If nobody has any problems with me posting a whole story here. It's short-ish.)
(And I have to agree with Star on that one. Your enthusiasm is positively infectious. Like mononucleosis.)
Oh good Star!!! Isn't it fun to by enthusiastic?! It makes you happy..!
Clara, blog or email is also fine!
((Alastair, just come over now, you don't have to be shy.-Zaf))
(Hey hey hey Duggy!!! I'm doing good, you doing alright??)
Terry crouched in the underbrush, trembling and pale, biting down on one torn sleeve to hold back her screams. It was getting closer now; she could feel it. She could feel the wal the blood pooling on the ground soaked into her shoes, drenching her socks.
“Cory.” She whispered tremulously, as if repeating the name could change the awful truth. “Cory. Cory. Cory.”
She couldn’t even see her hand in front of her face, now. The forest had grown too dark, and too eerily quiet. Terry could hear the blood rushing in her ears, forced through her veins by a horrifyingly strong heartbeat.
“Cory.” She whispered.
Something dripped on her face, into her eye. She bit her lip and blinked rapidly, trying to clear it, but another drop fell in its place. And another.
Terry looked up, and it fell upon her, unearthly shrieks rattling deep in its chest, and she didn’t have time to scream before its teeth buried themselves in her sweet throat, filling its mouth with the blood of that strong, powerful heartbeat.
“It crouched over her, its lupine form bristling all over as it guzzled the blood from her veins, relishing the tangy taste of life on its tongue and allowing the very pumping of her heart to force the blood down its throat.” Gordon Edgely whispered in a terrible voice, his face illuminated in the darkness by the light of his laptop screen. His fingers danced across the keys as the dark part of his heart took over, but he kept reading, relishing the sound of his own voice like the creature relished Terry’s blood. These were the moments when he was in his element, where neither the harsh judgement of his brother or the wary acceptance of his other brother could bother him. This was his place, his time, his world.
“I think it needs more viscera.” said Stephanie Edgely.
Gordon closed his eyes slowly. He’d forgotten he was reading to an audience. He looked up from his laptop. “I think it has just the right amount of viscera.” He said with dignity.
Stephanie Edgely was lying in bed, propped up on her pillows. Her blankets up to her chin, which was dotted, like the rest of her face, with chicken pox. She was watching Gordon with wide eyes. “Well, I don’t.” She said. “I think it needs more viscera.”
Gordon smiled a supercilious little smile. “My dear, who is the internationally best-selling author?”
“. . . You.” Stephanie said grudgingly.
“And who is the eight-year-old invalid?”
“I’m not an invalid!” cried Stephanie. “I’m just itchy.”
Yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*spreads glitter all over Blogland*
*laughs evily*
Now everyone shall have glitter all over them!!
@Dugglyn: It does!!! :)
I need to stalk you whenever I don't feel happy. C:
. . .
Okay that sounds creepy.
I SWEAR I DON'T USUUALLY STALK PEOPLE TO CHEER MYSELF UP!!!!
I'm fine with you posting a whole story. I'm fine with whatever, really . . .
((No, I can't. I started looking for Jotunheim before the hours passed. And the only way it would have taken me hours to find her would be if I was lying dead- or on the verge of death- in some other dimension.))
“Itchy, invalid, it’s all the same to me.” Gordon said. “You should be glad that I’ve taken time out of my busy schedule to take in a disease-ridden child and write a book. For you, I might add.”
“It’s not your best book.” Stephanie giggled, cuddling her teddy bear.
“I beg your pardon?” Gordon gasped, putting a hand to his chest in mock astonishment. “This is the finest book I’ve ever written.”
“Oh yeah? Why?”
“Because it’s based on you.”
Stephanie giggled. “Am I the blood monster?”
“Of course you’re not the blood monster.” Gordon grinned. “You’re the millions of flesh-eating parasites that come in later, and burrow under Cory’s skin, making him break out in little red dots!”
“That’s not fair!” Stephanie cried, covering her face. “Don’t make fun of my chicken pox!”
“Don’t scratch!” Gordon yelped, almost toppling his laptop as he lunged for her hands and held them away from her face. “No scratching!”
“Why?” Stephanie asked stubbornly.
“Because zombies only eat girls who scratch at their faces.” Gordon said wisely. “I know these things. I’m an author.”
“You don’t know things.” Stephanie said haughtily.
“I do too!” Gordon said. “Don’t insult me, or I’ll kick you out of your bedroom!”
“Nuh-uh.” Stephanie said.
“Oh really?”
“Yeah. ‘Cause it’s MY room, not yours.”
And it was true. Though it may have been in Gordon’s house, this particular guest room was unmistakably Stephanie’s. The stuffed animals were hers, and the books were hers, though they were all books Gordon had written. The stuffed animals, however, were all hers, and nearly all of them gave Gordon the creeps. This was a big deal to Gordon, as he, as a horror writer, considered himself largely immune to the creeps.
“Maybe we’ve done enough collaborative writing for today.” Gordon said testily, flipping his laptop shut.
“No! No, we haven’t. I’m sorry.” Stephanie said, bowing her head in repentance.
“Considering your mother said you should be in bed by eight, and it’s now two-thirty, I think it’s time you were asleep.” Gordon said, standing up. “Besides, I have things to do.” He waved one arm, as if painting a vista. “Places to go! Things to do! People to see!”
“I never have things to do.” Stephanie said, looking down at her quilted blanket. “I wished I had places to go. Things to do. People to see.”
“You will! One day.” Gordon said, kneeling next to the bed so he was at eye-level with her. He leaned his elbows on the bed. “If you become a best-selling author like me, that is. Authors are always doing things.”
“Really?”
“Yes, of course. Anything that will prevent them from writing, they do.”
“So being an author is really only being a putting-things-off-er?”
“Yep.” Gordon said proudly. “Why do you think I’m so good at it?”
Stephanie looked up at the clock on the wall. Gordon had won it off Stephen King in a poker game, and it confirmed Gordon’s assertion that it was two-thirty. “Where do you have to go at two-thirty in the morning?” She asked. “Mom says that only bad guys are awake after midnight, and that’s why I have to go to bed early.”
“I see.” Gordon said, glancing shiftily to the left. “Well, I’m not having adventures with bad guys. No siree.”
“Dad says that the decisions we make after one in the morning are the wrong choices. So, wherever you’re going, don’t make any bad choices.”
“I’ll make the choices that seem the most attractive at the time, like I always do.” Gordon said carefully, choosing not to mention the fact that those were usually the wrong decisions.
“You aren’t hiding anything from me, are you?” Stephanie asked, pouting her lips. “No secrets, right? No skeletons in the closet?”
“What? Excuse me? Come on!” Gordon said wildly. “Skeletons? Come on. No skeletons here. None at all. I have to go.” He said abruptly, standing up.
“I’m gonna scratch my face up after you’re gone!” Stephanie said curtly.
“Steph, don’t give me a hard time. I really do have to go.” Gordon said, his hand closing on the door handle. “I’ll come back as soon as I can. No more than an hour, probably. You should sleep.”
“I’m gonna scratch my face up.” Stephanie whimpered.
“You can’t scratch your face if you’re asleep.”
“But I don’t think I can control myself!” Stephanie insisted, holding out her hands. “I’m gonna scratch myself the whole time you’re gone! How am I gonna not scratch without you here to hold my hands?”
Gordon smiled. He let go of the doorknob, and returned to her bedside. “Look, Steph, I’ll only be gone for an hour. I know it’s going to be hard, but I believe in you.”
“I’m scared.” Stephanie sniffed.
“What, losing control scares you, but my bloody horror novels don’t?” Gordon laughed, crouching by her bedside. “Listen. There may be times when I have to go, but I’m always gonna come back, alright? There’ll never be a time when I’m not here to hold your hands.”
“But it itches so bad though!”
“Stephanie Edgely, you listen here!” Gordon said firmly. “You can keep control. I believe in you. You will never lose control, I promise. What’s your name?”
“Stephanie Edgely.” Stephanie sniffled.
“That’s right. Edgely. It’s a strong name, from a long line of weirdos. Very ancient weirdos.” He added, then chuckled to himself, as if enjoying a joke. “And of course, Stephanie, from the Yiddish word Stephanyai, meaning ass-kicker.”
“Really?”
“No idea.”
Stephanie giggled. Gordon smiled.
“My point is, as long as your name is Stephanie Edgely, you’ll have the willpower to resist even the deplorable desire to scratch your face during chicken pox.”
Stephanie kept giggling. “Thanks.” She squeaked.
“Do you feel better?”
“Yeah.”
“Alright then!” Gordon exclaimed delightedly, clapping his hands together. “I’ll be off then.”
“Bye, Uncle Gordon!” Stephanie said as he walked out the door.
“Goodnight, ass-kicker.” said Gordon, and the door swung shut behind him.
THE END
(*Hugs Alastair tightly* *Hugs a million times* Love... *Hugs again*)
-
*Her Philosopher's Stone begins to shine brightly, and she inwardly wishes for Alastair, terrified of what might have happened to him*
(Sorry I poofed.)
Clara I love it!!!!!!
It's so sweet!!!! And funny!!!! You are an amazing writer!!!
(Awh, thank you!
*begins levitating with happiness*)
@Clara: THAT'S AWESOME. XD It's funny and true to SP and . . .
There's another word I want but I don't have, so we'll pretend I said that as well. :)
Don't go near her.
I won't. I really won't.
((Alastair, the Frost Giants are shrouded from Heimdall, you can easily say the realm was shrouded to you, you're being so dramatic, I'll send Zanida to go get you if I have to.-Zaf))
(*levitates a little higher*)
I also liked the inside jokes that Gordon had.
It may not be two-thirty here, but it is eleven, and that is late enough for little Starry bubbles.
So msd. :P
*Valencia appears in the chamber next to a young boy, with dark hair, her eyes hard* *Doesn't even look at Loki, instead moving to the dome that Adra had made* *Gently puts her hand on it* Adra, it's Valencia. I'm here to take you home.
@Clara: You're reminding me of Hunter now. XD
Who is, btw, still dead.
Um.
@Dugglyn: Yup. XD
(Awh, Star! You should sleep. You need your beauty rest, else how shall you be bubbly and cheerful in the morning?
I shall sing you a lullaby.
*sings* Hush, my little demonslayer
Don’t you cry
Mommy’s gonna sing you a lullaby
Hush my little demonslayer
Don’t you fret
There are places to explore
And the dragons live yet
There are dragons in the air
There are dragons in the sky
When goblins try to frighten you
(I still don’t know why)
But the dragons in the sky
Will keep you safe and sound
Even when you hear no sound
Of my lullaby)
((No, it's quite alright, Zafira. If I couldn't find her, I'd have simply spent hours freezing time and looking for her, which would have exhausted and eventually killed me anyway.))
Ok Star! Good night in advance!
Come on, we're leaving her to suffer *takes Zanida to Blogland, in their house*
*hugs Clara*
That's a beautiful lullaby. :) Thank you.
Okay.
*begins the battle of willpower*
*which may take a while, because I possess very little willpower*
((Are you dead? -Zaf))
(*telepathically provides a +3 boost to Star's willpower*)
I Gtg! I might bbl! Bye!
Okay.
One . . .
Two . . .
Three . . .
*mouse jumps over to the power button (button? Place on screen to click?) before I have time to double-think it*
(GOODBYE STAR!
*falls to my knees*
*surrounded by darkness*
*and wolves*
*rose petals swirling around me*
Good . . . bye . . .
*a single tear drips down my cheek*
. . . Star . . .)
*The rock slowly fades, and the young boy walks to Valencia, putting a hand on her shoulder* *Valencia lightly touches a hand to Adra's arm* Relax... We'll take you home.
*They, as one, shunt*
Zanida: Loki....he'll kill you.
He will not touch me, he is not that intelligent.
((Yes, I am. Here...))
*is slowly freezing in a nondescript expanse of snow in some other dimension, the frozen water in a wide circle around his head stained a deep red*
*Valencia helps Adra onto her couch, too scared to help Adra upstairs* I'll go find Alastair... I'll find him for you, Adra. Thanos will watch over you, okay? He'll get you anything you might want. You're safe now. Sleep.
*Valencia stands, and begins to adjust the band around her arm, to the moment before Alastair would shunt away to search for Adra*
Alastair!
((Okay, I've seen you shunt before, may I have Zafira look for you, or perhaps find you?-Zaf))
((Never mind, Valencia has it.-Zaf))
((Ah. Then, probably, I'm not.))
What? *is caught between seething and pained, and confused at the fact that Loki managed to take Adra while there were two of him in the house* *ready to bolt if she doesn't say something directly related to Adra*
You can't leave- when I got to Adra, I was hours late... But you weren't there. Something will happen to you if you look for her- you won't get to Adra.
*Extends her arm* She's safe, a few hours in the future. I'll take you to her.
((Alice, you have full permission to do what Loki did o Adra to Zanida, she won't be very happy but hey.-Zaf
-_-
No
((As if I would. Honestly... No amount of vengeance will ever please me anymore. I just... I want her to be alright, and then I want to just stop existing...))
Safe... How? You said you were there hours too late. Can't you go back a few more seconds and save us both?
((Can I have Zaf try to talk to him then?-Zaf))
((...I shouldn't talk right now, I'll only stir up chaos... My author's phone is about to die, as well.))
I tried- I'm sorry, the energy emission from the Tesseract prevents my time machine from working properly. This is the best that I can do. I thought you would have wanted me to rescue her first.
Couldn't you go further back, then? Or I will. I can travel through time easily enough.
(*Hugs Alastair tightly* Valencia will watch over Adra until you get back... *Hugs again* Please, don't wish that you didn't exist...)
*Valencia frowns* I... I don't know. You can certainly try... *Is slightly conceded about what would happen to her*
((I can't stand everything that's happening to her... I have a breaking point, just as much as everyone else...))
((I know... I'm so so sorry, Alastair..
((*hugs Alastair* I know.-Zaf
(Am back.)
(Zaf, you never answered me earlier. But then again there was so much RP going on you probably didn't see.
Out of curiosity, why do your characters seem to go after Adra and Alastair more than anyone else? (Idk I asked up there somewhere too.))
Not coming to Winchester again this year? Oh well.
*Thanos comes into the room, carrying some bowls and potions* *Gently* Don't be surprised now, Adra. You have a large cut on your arm. I'm going to wrap it up for you. I have a mix that will feel a little cold. Here we go.... *Gingerly applies the salve to her arm, spreading it on, and around the wound* *Then lifts up her arm, wrapping it up*
*Adra lays still, spread out on the couch*
(*would probably join in with the RP plot in some way if one of his characters wasn't laying nearly dead on the ground after being run through then the other being a shadow creature in the middle of a paused RP plot*
Quite alright, Dragona.
((They just do...?-Zaf
(Lol. :P)
(Actually, might temporarily change my RP character. Idk. I'll have a think.
Although it would be possible to RP as the shadow, because he can make copies of himself, he'd probably just scare people and not really participate in the plot. So it's not ideal.)
*Thanos then retrieves a blanket for Adra, to cover her skin, afraid to attempt to have Adra change into clean clothes*
*Thanos takes Adra's hands, and puts a desperate ointment on them, to get rid of the frostbite, then wraps her fingers up* *Goes to stir the fire*
((*hugs Adra*))
I'm going, then. Thanks for the notice. *pulls time back to just a few minutes before Loki came into the room* *as hurriedly as he can while still being gentle, pulls the blankets away and offers her his hand* Adra, we need to go. Loki is about to come through that door, and I won 'to be able to save you if he takes you from me...
(Zaf, that's alright. I was just wondering because it just seems to be a reoccurring theme.
My initial reaction was "ok maybe her characters view them as a threat", because that would be logical. Then I realised it couldn't be that because there are people that are more of a threat, and I think left to their own devices, Adra and Alastair would probably just live happily and maybe also with a hint of genocide.
So then I decided to ask.)
*Adra's lip wobbles, but she grips his hand, blinking as her head fills with information* *Nods, moving close to him*
(Test.)
*tries not to think about what he just said, and moves a few hours into the future*
Hey
*She immediately sits on the couch, slightly out of breath* I...
*Frowns*
Where's Valencia? Was she...?
Zanida: *paces with Loki*
(Well, for now, that seems good enough. Will look on laptop tomorrow.
Currently an unnamed character who is under development for one of my stories.
A hired killer. Yay. :)
But not like a thug. He's a high class assassin, not some gun slinging hit man.
His preferred weapons are two silenced pistols, though he has a variety of sniper rifles at his disposal.
And he never directly confronts anyone in a fight, because he thinks fights are inefficient and if he ever gets in one he knows he's made a mistake. Same reason why he doesn't use blades - he likes efficiency.)
Valencia? She came to keep me from dying, but I'm not sure what she did after I left for you. Why do you ask?
((Hello, Raven.
That seems quite logical to me, Dragona.))
I dunno... I kind of feel her.. Presence. Like an echo.
I also feel...
*Shivers* Cold. Is there a blanket here?
(Hi Alistair.
I have to go breakfast is up.)
((I have a feeling Alice is gonna kill Zan and Loki-Zaf
Oh, yes, of course. *drapes his coat over her shoulders* There's a bed with blankets, and there are also a few in the closet. Which would you prefer?
*Thinks for a moment* Perhaps one from the closet, please. *Pulls the coat around her, shutting her eyes briefly*
*There's a knock at the door- hurried*
(It is very logical. I mean, if you are after a target you don't want to get into messy fights.
He has also cybernetic implants to make him faster and have a better reaction time.
He would kind of kill anyone for money as well. As long as it followed his rules of money upfront, knowing exactly who he's going to kill and who wants them dead and why.
It's to protect himself. So if someone decides to betray him during a contract he has evidence to incriminate the person who hired him.)
((I might, now that I don't have to deteriorate so much over Adra's state. But I might not. Dragona is right- I'm hardly interested in anything except looking after Adra as of late.))
((Alice...I'm going home soon, so like, if you're going after me, uh let me know so I'll switch to my phone.-Zaf
*pulls a blanket from the closet and hands it to her with shadows, then approaches the door, opening it cautiously*
((I'm not going after you, until further notice.))
((I'll still be lurking, how about that. You have permission to do whatever you want to them, you know my rules.-Zaf
*Valencia's standing at the door* Alastair, may I speak to you for a moment?
...Alright. Give us a moment, love. *steps outside the room* Is something the matter?
(Elleni, from what I could gather Viv's universe told him to kill Silente whereas Silente managed to temporarily get out of her universe. So it's the real Silente and the real Viv, but I think Viv's challenge to get out is to kill the Silente whom he believes is fake.)
Ugh, I just cut myself with my pocket knife. And it's sharp!!!
:(
*looks at the blood welling up on the palm of her hand*
Ow.
I'm gonna get a bandaid brb.
(I don't know. I was just trying to say what I think was happening I'm not really following - I'm just waiting until people get into Blogland again so a) People can have a huge fight with the now extremely powerful Dark Shadow. B) they can hopefully heal Leri, who is nearly dead.)
Elleni! What did I tell you yesterday?!
I know you are hungry but you have to wait for salt to eat people! It tastes better that way! Also, please don't glomp my face!
*sprinkles salt on Elleni's face*
*glomps*
*Valencia shakes her head* No, I just wanted you to know that there's a chance that you, as well as Adra, Loki, Zanida... You all might have subconscious moments from the broken timeline. That's happened to me before. Don't worry, neither of you will remember completely what happened, in full detail, but you both might feel impressions, or have dreams about the alternate timelines.
I just thought you should know..
*holds up her hand which now has a bandaid on it*
It's better!
*winces*
Um, kinda. It still hurts
:/
Ugh! This is so bad!!!
Oh. Thank you for the notice, then. And thank you for stopping whatever happened, as well.
As in what's happening in the role play. Not my cut. The cut hurts but it's not that bad!
(Yeah, Leri did pay quite a price for trying to cover up the plot holes (basically covering Elleni whilst she grabbed a shunter).
It's like 12:40am for me. :P)
Tomorrow is another day I won't be on much. :(
Actually, I might be on at like 4pm Irish time.
That could work!
(Well, I think Elementals are fairly common. And energy throwers.)
Oh gosh Dragona! It's late there! It's only 4:40 p.m. where Elleni and I are!
(Dugglyn, I believe, judging that it's morning, it would be early rather than late but I get your point. Idk I'm just not tired.)
((Oh, honestly...
I dedicate the page to Adra, and to the possibility that she will not have to withstand any more abuse.))
*Nods* No problem. Oh! Here, by the way. *Hands him a small package, wrapped in paper- inside are two candles made from a few spices and herbs, that will help them both relax* I suggest lighting this when one of you is sleeping- it will help the subconscious be docile, and the memories not be so prominent. *Puts her card on top* There's my number if you two need me for anything. In the mean time, I'll do my best to keep Loki busy.
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