Poor Aby and Cory and everyone over at the Skulduggery Facebook page. They've been hit with a barrage of questions about the Requiem Ball and they've been so great about it, but I finally felt sorry for them and decided to clear up a few things here.
Let's see now, what kind of questions have they had to deal with...?
"Why is the Requiem Ball in London? Derek's from Ireland. The books are set in Ireland. HELLO??"
This is absolutely true. However, in Ireland we have the Theatre of Shadows. In London we have the Requiem Ball. That's just the way it is.
"The Facebook page has a competition to send them a picture of the mask we'd wear to the Ball! Do we have to make it or just design it?"
Either. If you win tickets you'll need to be wearing a mask — one you make or one you buy, it doesn't matter — but for the competition you just have to design it yourself. And the mask can be as simple or as ornate as you like — as practical or as bizarre. It can cover your whole face or part of your face. You can buy a mask and alter it. It's up to you. You don't even have to be artistic — you just need to be passionate. The deadline is August 10th and there's only one entry per person.
"How many tickets do we get if we win?"
Everyone who wins gets two tickets — but those under the age of 18 can get an extra ticket for a parent/guardian.
"I can't make it to London for the Ball! But can I enter anyway, just for the Event Pack?"
Yup. There'll be lots of you in this particular boat — not only in Ireland and the UK but also all around the world — so don't be afraid to enter.
"It's not fair that all the events are always in Ireland and the UK."
Actually, it's pretty fair when you think about it. Harper Collins UK publish me in Ireland and the UK, so naturally they can only organise events for their own territories. They've been wonderful, actually, in doing their best to include as many people as possible. I hate leaving anyone out, I'd love every competition to be open to everyone and for every country to have cool stuff happening, but that's up to the many publishers who release my books across the world — and there are close to 40 of them.
"How many individual tickets are there?"
Approximately 120.
"Would we have to make our own way there?"
Yep!
"Is there any age limit?"
No upper age limit, but anyone under 18 would need a parent or guardian to accompany them.
There will be other opportunities to win tickets — the Facebook mask competition is merely the first — and it's a pretty cool one.
Wednesday, July 16, 2014
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(I wouldn't be surprised if you were flirting. Apparently Sil has that effect. At least according to her stupid number of ships so far.)
*raises an eyebrow*
Oh? Is it not?
bye Ed!
what? what?! what did I do/what happened last night?
(No...it wasn't you. Sil...Star...innuendos *laughs at the memory*)
(Trust me when I say I totally didn't mean for that to start happening. O_O)
[[fair enough]]
*grins*
oh no, but I doubt you could get me to scream any way.
(Oh god those innuendos though XD)
(I am still here, by the way. I just have nothing to say, currently.)
*smirks slightly*
I highly doubt that.
(bloomin 'ell is Sil flirtin back?! *facepalm*)
[[Star, I challenge you for the crown of Innuendo Queen]]
@Lynxia: You win. :)
*sits back in an arm chair*
bringing big talk like that then I at least expect a demonstration
after all, big talk tends to be compensation with you people...
Us people? Whatever would you mean by that?
(*facepalm facepalm facepalm* SIL STOP IT!)
Kill me TDOTL...-Zaf
Oh, you're all the same.
A bit of cutting here, a few ripping of tendons there and you think anyone will just accept it.
Tortures; so far in the blood and guts that they forget that there's actually people in there some where.
(nO INUENDOS! mY SICK MIND CANT TAKE IT)
*raises an eyebrow again*
Yes well some people prefer to personalize torture. Not just cutting and ripping.
[[are you sure it's your mind that can't take it, Inky?
oops...]]
*arches an eyebrow*
And you're one of them?
I bet you know all the... right places, eh?
(*roars with laughter* stop!)
(*sighs*)
(*facewalls*)
I would never claim that. I'm not that big headed.
But you're not denying it either, I see.
So tell me, is straight up on a rack where your victims go or is the setting more... intimate to help your personal affections for your work?
Shoot me now or shoot me later, I think Derek managed to destroy my emotions, and I have go and finish, but I cannot finish this book.-Zaf
*cries*
(*tries to listen to sad music to calm down*
*doesnt work*)
*looks absently at her fingernails*
Depends upon the mood I'm in. And the person.
[[be strong, Zaf!
you might calm down but we'll just rile you back up again, Inky, if you know what I mean. ;) ]]
So... Would I get any kind of special treatment, Sil, or do I have to be an extra good girl?
(I should go to bed but my hair is still wet and I can't dry it because everyone is going to bed)
(Shut. Up)
[[Come over here and make me, Inky! ;D ]]
I'm truly desperate.-Zaf
Are you pretending to be threatening, Vampire?
(*FACEWALL*)
*smirks slightly*
Hmm..now that would all depend on you.
(*scowls and sits in the corner*)
Hello Alice. And of course not. I wouldn't dream of such a thing.
Tell me, am I good enough girl to get any special treatment? Or... do I need punishing first? *smirks*
[[hey Alistair]]
(What do you dream of Sil?)
(*FACEWALL FACEWALL FACEWALL*)
(SilTC has nightmares not dreams. I don't have dreams at all.)
As I said, that would depend entirely on you. And the impression you make.
You're thoughtless. *sighs* *fades into a tree*
(Hello, Alastair.
You people confuse me.)
(How are you Al?)
What kind of impression have I made so far? *bats eyelashes* Am I sweet fruit or... *rolls eyes slightly* Am I fooling you all and am really very bitter. I guess you'll just have to try me, huh?
(*hugs self* I can't take it anymore!)
[[it's only a little bit of fun, Sophia.]]
Hmm..except that for all I know you could be poisonous. Such a pretty flower, with such a deadly berry.
(Fun and I had a disagreement many years ago.)
(I just fell off my bed laughing XD)
(I think I may be back in a moment.)
*simply grins wider*
Trial and error, I suppose.
Sometimes you can get your cake and eat it too, and won't that be truly sweet?
Maybe I'm a cake, and not a fruit.
(*pokes Flick* this mightn't help bit, 'come up and try my new parts')
(Kay Soph! Has anyone played cards against humanity? I won it against my friends )
[['kay Sophia, see you in a sec]]
Cake can still be poisonous, if you make it right.
(OMG SiL DONT EVEN BRING THAT UP)
*left-diagonal-up-down-straight-curvy-circular-multiple directions-invisible directions-nonexistent directions-indecipherable directions
But, then again, it could be the best thing you ever taste.
Can't have life without a few risks every now and then.
(XD why Flick? Not a fan of your guilty pleasure no more?)
The question is, would the risk be worth taking.
(NOPE
This is irrelavant but I had the dream again, when we all wen to school together)
That choice is up to you, I suppose. But you'll regret it if you miss your chance.
(As in the characters)
(What dream? Explain the dream!)
Oh will I?
*raises an eyebrow*
(I can't remember much now, but I have these images I the chracter my mind made up, maybe it could be a non cannon rp sometime ? I don't know)
(Rhydian actually wrote a bit of story on that idea actually, Inky.)
You only get to try a forbidden fruit, once, my friend.
(Hi Trip! Really?)
(Back...)
Not fruit is forbidden.
(I've forgotten where this was going..)
(Hi Death
What's occurin?)
*can be heard approaching behind Lynxia*
Not true, I tend to find. But rarely, yes.
It is if it's deadly, you won't get another shot.
[[yeah, same...
welcome back, Death!]]
(Trip... Don't get involved... God the innuendos...)
(Yes, not an awful lot, but some. I really want him to do more.)
(Hey a Death!)
And are you deadly, Lynxia?
*looks over her shoulder*
Hello Trip, can I help you with something?
(Yo everyone and WB Rose, I replied to the rp just as you went to bed lol)
Depends on the circumstances.
But I can stop just before death, leave it hanging a little...
(Too late Inky, I have entered the river, now I must avoid the rocks.)
(Crap)
*She tried to listen to his words, but she couldn't. No. She didn't want Marrok to leave her all over again*
Roland... But... Can't we do something...? Please...? I don't want to lose him again... Please Roland...
*She didn't stop crying into his chest, but she reluctantly let the cub go so he could play with Ariana for his final moments*
---
They could, I guess... But still, I have Asgardians. They'll help me.
Can I have a peice?
*smirks at Trip*
Depends, think you can handle it?
*Slithers in and hugs Lynx*
*Slithers out*
(Hey guys!! Nothing much is happening, other than trying to figure out the best excuse to stay home...)
(Yeah, I got that Em lol)
(*facepalm* this started as Sil wanting to torture you. Now I don't even know what she's thinking!)
*raises an eyebrow again, smirking slightly*
I'm already just hanging on. And death hasn't been known to stop me.
(Well I'm off to bed to try and forget this
Byii)
(Night Flick. Don't forget to dream 'bout us!)
(I dedicate this page to innuendos. They can be hilarious.)
Adra! Stay a while!
You know you want to...
-----
*looks at Lynx blankly* Obviously. It's clearly a trap, and it sounds fun. But if it's not, then woop de doo.
[[ADRA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *HUGGLES AND BOUCY-JUMPY HUGS, I MISS YOUUUUUU!!!!]]
Shouldn't take too much to take you over then, a couple of touches and we'll get you there...
You pick the place; there's two paths, after all.
(Toodloo! Hear hear!)
(Hear hear)
Take me over?
*Roland didn't let go of Rose as he watched the cub and child play like there was not a care in the world.*
Roland: Well what would you suggest we do, my love? Leave him alive, letting him believe that the next time he dies, because of old age that he can just be alive again. That he has to wait in the dark, waiting for Ariana to come and get him.
By then, she will be older. She will understand death and dying a lot more than she does now.
I do not want him to go or be dead either darling. I adored that puppy... but I just do not see any good coming from this.
I'm confused, I thought this was cake.
[[bye Inky]]
*stands up slowly, facing both Trip and Sil*
Sil, pick the paths hun and I'll be sure to get you there.
And Trip, *tilts his chin up with one finger and smiles* go play elsewhere, I'm busy.
He... He might not remember this, Roland... He could be too young...
*She looked up at him, biting her lip, trying to stay hopeful. She tugged at his shirt as she spoke, much like a toddler on a tantrum*
We. Have. To. Try. Please... I don't... I can't do it, Roland... I thought I was fine until I saw him again... But it hurts... It really hurts... Please, love... Can't we just try..?
*bristles slightly at the word hun*
*she ain't nobodies hun*
Perhaps the path would be better decided by you.
((*Cuddles Lynxia tightly*
Lol turns out the swastika insolvent at McDonald's happened at one of the stores that my dad owns lol))
(Sorry, Trip.)
*his sword is out in a blur, straight at Lynxia's neck*
You're unlucky, friend, I've had a bad day. I will play where I want, and those in my way will feel my wrath. Silente, can you testify that my wrath is indeed great and to be feared?
*steps up to Sil and sizes her up, top lip between her teeth*
Don't you like it when I call you 'hun'?
Not a fan of my little name? Perhaps you would prefer something else?
*walks behind Sil and rests her chin on her shoulder*
If I pick the path, it's boring. I thought you were going to show me something fun.
*Roland was feeling very torn about this. He knew it was not right and yet he didn't want to have to say goodbye to Marrok again either.*
Roland: And how will Lorcan and Casha re-act when we inform them that their child can raise the dead?
They will not be happy and possibly frightened by that concept Rose.
[[how've you been Adra??]]
*looks at the blade, lips pursed*
Do you know nothing, boy? Bat in your own league and stay there.
*shrugs out for under Lynxia's chin*
*turns to face her*
No, I don't like the name 'hun'. And sorry, but I'm not that easy.
(S'okay.)
*sighs lightly*
I suppose those who know what they're doing do like to play a little first. After all, what have I been doing all along if not playing?
Anyway, I must bid you all farewell now, ta tah! *blows a kiss to Sil and then shadow walks*
*She got up to her feet and looked down at Roland*
I need a moment...
*She stumbled back to the house, but once inside, she ran up the stairs to the spare room and slammed the door. She collapsed on the bed, sobbing into a pillow.
She knew how they would react. Of course. They would become frightened and weary of their daughter. For a fleeting moment, she wondered if Chase was right. If she did need to be somewhere where her powers were studied and controlled. Maybe, just maybe, he could have actually been trying to help her...*
(I am back.)
(*facepalms until her face becomes mush*)
Bye.
*watching her leave then grows bored and looks at Trip*
I quit the majors, they bored me.
Trust me, whatever you've got in store, if Silente can do it, it'll be a breeze.
*dies*-Zaf
*turns to Silente*
Are you proud of me? I made a baseball quip!
Hey!
*moves faster than the eye can follow and smashes a fist into trips nose hard enough to knock him cold out*
(Zaf, you okay? Did you finish it?
*Totes still isn't at chapter 39ish...*)
(Dragona is on chapter one.)
If they had one of the weapons from my time, Rose, they could kill the Asgardians too. You need to stop relying on others and let me give you the opportunity to help yourself.
*stumbles back, his hand instinctively going to his nose*
Hey!
(uh trip 'hard enough to knock him cold out' means hard enough to send him unconscious..)
()
Keating, they don't have weapons from your time. And whether I like it or not, they'll always be someone there for me. And if things get too bad, Loki can send me away. I can vanish and appear in a safe place...
*Roland sighed as he watched Ariana and Marrok playing.
Marrok padded over and sat at Roland before rolling over and showing his belly, Roland smiled and gently rubbed it. He then looked at Ariana.
She was smiling and giggling for the first time in weeks. He was so used to seeing her cry that he forgot how beautiful her smile was.*
Roland: I know you only talk to Rose little one.
But you know this is wrong for Marrok, he should be where he belongs right now.
However, it is beautiful to see you smiling again and that he can make you this happy.
So I will tell your parents, that I was the one who raised him.
There is a really old angel technique that papa always talked about and I studied many years ago. I will explain that is what I did.
But you can not raise the dead Ariana. It is not natural.
Now come here!
*He grabbed her gently and lay her down as he started blowing raspberries on her feet, Marrok was yapping and jumping around playfully at her as she chuckled uncontrollably.*
((Page 407...-Zaf
(@Zaf have you got after school stuff tomorrow?)
*She finally pulled herself together and sat up. Her eyes stung. Her body hurt. It had been a while since she had cried like that before, but now, she was confused*
Chase...? Or Roland...?
*She yelled an threw the pillow across the room, making a soft thump. She jumped to her feet, only to fall back down again, her head in her hands as she cried*
(I'm on 278)
(Trip is physically more resistant to blunt attack than most: http://anamelessattempttoestablishsomeorder.blogspot.co.uk/2013/11/a-kind-of-brief-summary-of-channelling.html?m=0)
(Probably. Look, Friday okay? Unless I finish TDOTL.-Zaf
You know what? I am trying to protect you. I'm trying to stop you from getting tortured or raped. You're too damn stubborn to help yourself, or even let me help you. I am not employed to stop suicides - if you refuse to let me help, that is exactly what it will be. If you are willing to risk your children growing up without a mother, carry on. There could be anyone out there who is going to ambush you.
(ugh. Idiot.)
*snaps a fist out again, lightning fast, aimed for his gut*
If I can do it it'll be a breeze?!
*brings in an upper cut, lifting him slightly off his feet*
*Roland took hold of Ariana and Marrok as he flew up to the spare bedroom balcony. He placed Marrok down and the pup gently padded against the door at Rose. The pup then had the urge to start licking the glass which made Ariana giggle again.*
(Okay then Zaf. Fridays fine :)
*hugs Rose, crying*-Zaf
*uses the force she's given him from the uppercut to swing his left leg around in an arc, his heel striking the side of her face before she's finished her followthrough*
What? It's true! *fires a blast of energy at Silente, knocking her back*
*She couldn't hear them over the sound of her sobs. She fell to the side, bringing her legs close to her. She had her back to the trio. With one hand, she pulled the duvet over her head*
*fades back out of the tree* You really have no idea how juvenile you are, vampire, if the first place you strike to knock someone out is their nose.
(I'm sorry, Zaf...
*Cuddles back*)
Herrow Elleni!
*grunts as she's forced to back up by the energy*
It is not!
That too, is true. But I thought I wouldn't tell her so as to gain a tactical advantage.
So thanks.
How goes the holiday, anyhow?
(Hello, Elleni.)
*Roland sighed as Ariana pressed her hand against the glass. She pushed her voice into Rose's head.*
it. is. cold. on. balcony. Marrok. wants. to. lick. you.
*She giggled in Rose's head before giggling outside in Roland's arms. Roland was trying to stop Marrok from licking the glass.*
(Hey El!)
Shut up Alastair.
*snaps his palm out and a ripple of energy strong enough to knock Silente over speeds almost lazily towards her*
And this is when my power is waning, my dear.
Well enough. *shrugs lightly* Neither of us have died yet. *the barest hint of a smile curls his lips* I imagine you already know, but I've asked her to marry me.
Zanida: Hi, Alastair. Also, I feel honored that I am alive.
*steps back into a portal before the wave can hit her, one that snaps closed behind her*
(How are you El?)
*She rolled over, her eyes wide and teary when she layed eyes on them. She got up, opened the balcony doors, and resumed her position from the moment before, crying with her back to them, under the duvet*
Go away...
Hello, Zanida. I really don't care how you feel.
*dusts off his hands, righting his suit. He hates suits, they're so hard for him to look good in.*
Actually, I didn't. That's most interesting.
(Rose - I replied.)
(cause Sil really doesn't like Trip.)
*for some reason ends up in El's bedroom*
*glares at the air*
(She punched me because I'm better than her.)
Zanida: Alastair, I wish to...apologize to you. I am utterly and truly sorry for my actions. I was a fool, and perhaps you will forgive me. Loki was wrong, and I was too.
*Roland walked in with Ariana. Marrok shot in and got under the duvet, making his way up to Rose's face and started licking her under the duvet.*
Roland: Darling, please talk to me. Please.
*her head snaps round to face El*
..hi.
(And he thinks she's great fun!)
Because reasons.
No...
*She pushed Marrok away and rubbed her face dry on the duvet, which she then pulled closer to her face*
Can't you... See that I'm crying...?
(Be back in 20!)
(and she wants to serve him to unbalanced Adra as a stew.)
Fine.
*leans against the wall like she belongs in the room*
Really? I thought your network of spotters would have told you the moment it happened. I suppose I was mistaken.
I doubt I will forgive you, Zanida, though I'm sure there's someone out there who'll be relieved to hear that.
((Adra is balanced again now, so I doubt she'd get away with that, though I'd be more than pleased to eat Trip.))
(Alastair, that is the most disturbing thing you've ever said...)
(Msd. But when I do, it'll be for 20)
(...Alastair is there anyone other than Adra you WOULDN'T be pleased to eat?)
Zanida: I heard rumors, is it true you may try to let Niccolò back? I only remember what Zafira showed us...
((You miss quite a lot of what I say, Death.))
I thought I'd leave you two alone. It's not like I could glean all that much information from you two, and you needed some time to relax. Not to mention, I don't have an endless number of agents, I have my priorities.
Sorry to disappoint.
(I hear a lot, Alasitar. But you don't just go around saying that you're going to EAT someone... That's mean...)
So...
Why have you been avoiding me?
(And Trip gets the odd urge to shoot you through the skull, but decides against it because he thinks it'd be bad for Cara's future)
((Probably not, Silente, though there are very few I'd be as excited about as Trip.))
What did Zafira show you? That he was weak, crumbling, suicidal, lived consumed in his own guilt? There's nothing left of Niccolò Croatoan. I couldn't bring him back if I wanted to.
(I know he can hear me, Alastiar.
HI NICCOLO!!!)
(Much better.)
((Adra and Cara both are the only reason why I haven't attempted to eat Trip yet, as well.))
I'm hardly disappointed.
(I still remember Adra saying her and Alastair were going to eat everyone there then pointed at Sil and was like 'maybe we'll start with you.' Sil obsessed over how to make them ill if they ate her...)
(@Trip And Sil thinks that giving Cara to Alastair as a present would be an interesting experiment.)
Cut the c*ap El. You've been avoiding me. Why?
*Marrok whimpered as he was pushed away, so he then just cuddled up beside her, making sure she was kept warm by his fur.
Roland climbed onto the other side of the bed, he placed Ariana in between them as he wrapped his arm around Rose and lay his head on her shoulder.*
Roland: I know you have been crying. And I hate that you are sad. I wish that you would talk to me so I could help you.
*He looked down and saw that Ariana had lay down and for the first time in weeks, had fallen asleep with her thumb in her mouth.*
Roland: It would seem that I could not let Marrok go either. So I will tell Lorcan and Casha that I raised him.
((Yes. I don't think Adra knows, but it's just her and her daughter holding off something of a minor apocalypse.))
((I highly doubt you have any idea how quickly anything that tried to harm Cara would be destroyed.
And, for the record, I would commend anyone who could make me ill- it'd be difficult, to say the least.))
(He's actually looked after her a little with Adra. In time, he'll make a fine dad.)
*pauses a moment*
Darkness?
((I wouldn't doubt it for a moment.))
(See that's what I meant by experiment. She wonders what Cara would turn out like with Alastair as a dad..)
*raises an eyebrow*
Maybe your eyes are funny.
Lie? Moi? Never.
((For the record- I wouldn't doubt that Adra likely doesn't know she and her daughter are holding a minor apocalypse at bay.
As far as parenting goes- I'd assumed Silente meant to harm her, though it seems I misinterpreted- all I can say is that I shall attempt, and in the few days I did look after her myself, I managed not to damage her.
Of course, Adra had to mention that she rather I not raise her daughter to view the world quite like I do.))
*is reading text appearing on his phone from a device placed in Elleni's cupboard*
Hmmmmm.
*smiles slightly and the darkness appears, dancing between her fingers, messing with her hair*
You mean this?
((As would Trip. While a little bit of sadism is good, that much seems to him excessive and self-indulgent.))
Okay. What was the question?
(Oh you know, security.)
*his eyes widen*
Al, we may have an adventure on our hands!
*sighs* *after a long pause* How is Cara?
That's two questions.
You mean something I'd actually be interested in?
I wouldn't know. It just happened. Although i must admit, i quite enjoy having it.
Ahah. I answered a question. It's your turn.
(€:)
Yes, indeed. However, we must time this right. Can you take me to Elleni's bedroom cupboard?
*smiles*
It's darkness.
*hesitates* Fine. *barely touches Trip's shoulder, teleporting them to the cupboard*
I wouldn't know myself Elleni.
I don't know. Are we?
*She pushed Roland away from her, being careful of the sleeping Ariana between them. Then she curled around Marrok, hugging him tightly*
Roland... That would be a lie... Just go... I want to be alone...
What would you define as friends? Cause avoiding the person isn't friends.
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