This time next week, many of you will have the final book in your hands. Most of you will be reading it. Some of you will be finished it.
I am so utterly delighted with the book and how it turned out — I really think it's the best one of the series — and so I am thrilled with the trailer that artist extraordinaire Tom Percival has come up with.
The clocking is counting down...
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- Derek Landy writes the Skulduggery Pleasant series because getting a proper job is so overrated.
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Erica: *removes the knives when her stomach is healed*
*takes out an iPod and starts to listen to some music*
*gets up from table and walk toward exit, avoiding the fighting*
*goes outside for a walk*
Sophia: You can come in. *the room is tidy, and clean* *a large aquarium runs the length of one of the walls, containing fish which could never live on earth* *a rack of armour and weapons rests in a corner* *there is a bed at the rear of the room, flanked by black sofas* *there are shelves and storage compartments to the right hand side of the room, next to a small room with a toilet and shower*
And you're always a flirt.
*She laughed, stopped, then tried to dip Loki, laughing at her measly attempt*
Maybe you should do this instead... I'm weak...
Gethie: *draws a grey rifle with glowing blue lights down the side*
*stands up, the world spinning*
*walks back to Erica, swaying with every step*
*weakly pushes El away from the air bubble*
*growls*
Don't. Hurt. Erica!
Em- did NJ get any books signed for me? I kinda think I upset her...-Zaf
Manuel: *walks in* thank you.
*looks at the fish* where do these origonate fron may i ask?
You are not weak...*smirks, dipping her easily*
Gethie: Carzainia-Dugglyn, why do you have an emotional attachment towards Erica?
Sophia: Thessia, mainly.
I dunno Zaf, she had a lot of books with her again today. I know she got some signed for Rhydian.
Erica: *is fully healed*
*looks at Dug*
Thanks.
*releases her, leaving the memories of what happened be*
James: *keeps the air bubble in place*
*She rolled her eyes as she was dipped. She smirked back as she was straightened*
I couldn't do that. But I can do this.
*She repulsed the gravity between her and the ground so she was his height. She kissed him deeply and raised her hand that was on his shoulder to the back of his neck, keeping him close*
Gethie: Air cannot stop energy attacks. *activates its computer*
*looks at Gethie*
I love her. She's amazing.
She..
*-changed your emotions so you would kill Ashlea? She probably doing it now too...
Shut up! She would never do that to me!
Yes she would...!
Shut! Up!-*
*her head pounds*
Uh.....
*starts swaying*
Manuel: *nods* You have a large variety.
*looks around the rest of the room*
Your domain is very nice.
She said she was going to....but then again...I feel like I was annoying her when I talked to her a while ago. I asked her if she needed my address, assuming she did, and she never repled to that tweet, only to the one you were tagged in.
Probably didn't get them. I asked for DD and PWF when she posted on Twitter...-Zaf
*happily kisses her, passionate*
Sophia: Thank you. *sits down on the sofa* So what do you think of the ship?
Gethie: Carzainia-Dugglyn, you appear to be malfunctioning. *steadies her*
James: *teleports him and Erica away*
*walks in*
*She tugged gently at his hair and the grip on gravity wavered. She fell to the floor, landing awkwardly on her heels. She smiled at him*
Shall we continue this or go to the after party...?
(That was before she realised me!)
I think I need to sit down.....
*collapses in a chair*
*suddenly the feel of love she felt for Erica disappears and the original hate comes back*
*buys unlike with Ashlea she remembers everything*
*gasps and goes pale*
*faints*
Manuel: It's a very high tech model, at least for this time it is. I can see why you would spend a lot of time here. It's has a certain charm.
I don't know....perhaps we can....go to...the party for sometime? Nah, I want you.
*grabs a glass of wine and sits in a chair next to Zaf, crossing her legs*
*sips the wine*
*She giggled and took his hand tightly in hers*
I want you too... After you, sir.
*She gestured towards the door, not taking her eyes off Loki's face*
(Heading to school in a sec. Fifteen minutes from when we leave.)
*wakes up*
Ow... my head...
*stands up*
*walks over to Elleni*
Hey El...
I'm so sorry. I didn't mean anything I said while Erica was controlling my emotions.
One day we're gonna get her. One day....
*sways a bit*
I'm gonna sit down...
*sits down in a chair*
*goes back inside after my walk*
*walks back to same table I was at before and sits down*
Sophia: It's high-tech for our time, too. *laughs* Charm. Exactly what a military warship needs.
*takes Rose into his room*
Zafira: Hi, Silente. *is laying against Ravel*
*groans*
I don't think I can today....
My head is killing me.
You can though! Just be careful..
(Ugh. James and Erica are shouting at me now. I promised them no one would attack them.)
Gethie: Carzainia-Dugglyn, are you functioning?
Zaf you can't expect so much from NJ, she is just 1 person and the books are expensive enough.
She's already done a lot for you so far.
Hello Zafira.
Manuel: everything needs a bit if charm.
Yeah... I'm functioning properly...
Me head hurts though...
Sophia: Do you want to go back to the party, or...?
*Follows Alastair quickly through the steps*
Gethie: This unit detected irregular brain function.
Manuel: I don't mind. I enjoy being in your company. And I don't do much at the ball other than watch.
I know, but I just asked....forget it. I always piss people off with my very being.-Zaf
Zafira: Did you want to see me?
Orpheus: *spots Elleni*
Hello miss Jazz. How are you?
Sophia: And dance. Do you want a drink?
*gets up to get a drink*
Yes. And no. I did. Then I realised I don't actually know why. *shrugs*
Manuel: Yes please.
Orpheus: I am well. You seem irritated. As does your energy.
*grabs a cup and stares at drink choices*
*pours myself some apple juice*
*brings my drink back to the table*
*sits back down*
Orpheus: what's wrong?
Ravel: Zaf, I'm going for a walk. *goes off*
Zafira: Right...I'm alone...with a vampire..
Sophia: What do you want? I have brandy, whisky, perfection, burukh, full biotic kick and ryncol.
*looks up at Geth*
I'll be fine Gethie. Don't worry.
You really don't need to point out that I'm a vampire. I never understood Loki and Alastairs need to do that. I know what I am. As do they. I have a name. Why not use it? I don't say right I'm alone with a mage cause you aren't just a mage you're a person. You're not the same as other mages. Being a mage is not necessarily to be you. That's like saying look its an animal.
Gethie: This unit did not know your status.
*hums to myself*
*looks around room*
Manuel: I'll go with brandy. It's the only one I've heard of other than whiskey.
Orpheus: what have they done now?
(oh Zaf btw I think Sil is a tad tipsy.)
Orpheus: Oh. That sounds problematic. She's better now though right?
(Hey Noelle!)
My status?
*She laughed as she closed the door behind her. She looked Loki up and down, shaking her head*
No, no, no. This suit will never do. It must come off.
*She took his tie in her hands and pulled him to the bed. She pushed him back on the mattress, climbing on after. She took off his tie and, very, very slowly, unbuttoned his shirt. She ran her hands over his bare chest an trembled*
Much better...
Sophia: Sure. I'm having a ryncol. *opens her cupboard, pouring him some brandy and her ryncol (which is green in colour)* *gives him the brandy*
Zafira: Right. Sil, have you been drinking a lot? Oh god...I just realized- I actually haven't been to the Sanctuary in a few days...
*sighs*
*doesn't know what to do now*
*looks at what others are doing*
Orpheus: *tilts his head* you don't like Erica.
This is...much....much....better. *runs hands through her hair*
*stands up*
I'm gonna go talk to Amy...
*walks over to Amy*
Purple!!
Hey Dugglyn!
*scoots over* Want to sit down?
Manuel: thank you. *looks curiously at the ryncol* interesting colour.
Little..little bit. I'm sure the sanctuary are fine.
*laughs slightly* how am I still alive??
(Shoot. Gtg. Bye!
Will be back...
At around 4:35!)
Orpheus: why not?
(Good bye, Dugglyn!)
*She laughed and kissed his neck, slowly, then trailed her lips down*
Mmm... Much better...
Orpheus: *nods* that is rather bad. They probably have reasons.
Sophia: Interesting drink. Made for Krogan. Can set off radioactivity alarms.
*takes a drink from it*
Damm, it's strong stuff.
Apparently not, then... Nevermind. Goodbye.
*Roland got up from the couch. He stretched his wings and rubbed his eyes when he gasped. He walked over to the balcony door and looked out.
The whole place was covered in snow!*
Manuel: *has some of his drink* is it safe to drink?
(Goodbye Noelle.)
Orpheus: I mean actual reasons.
*pulls her close, kissing her*
Zafira: I don't know either...I'm shocked I'm still alive.
()
*She frowned when she felt Roland's warmth leave her. She got up and looked out after him*
What are you doing...? Come back... It's cold...
((Apologies, love...))
*leads her faster still*
Sophia: Sure. Safe for humans, anyway. Not for Volus. They tend to explode.
*takes another drink, wincing*
*She giggled and climbed onto his chest and kissed his nose*
I love you, Loki.
Yeah but...you can look after yourself. I'm just accident prone and annoying. I get death threats instead of birthday cards! Even you hate me. I should probably be dead. God knows how long till the revival sigils fail.
Orpheus: I might be able to.
Manuel: *notices the wince* what's wrong?
I love you too, Rose. I really do...
Zafira: I don't know, it happens. *shrugs*
*Roland's wings flapped slightly in excitement. He had never seen snow before.*
Roland: What is this? It is so beautiful.
*He rubbed his hands together as he went to open the balcony door.*
I dedicate this page to summer. It is the best, and I wish it wouldn't end.
-Zaf
*finishes drink*
*gets up and throws the cup away*
*sits back down*
Sophia: The drink is very strong. All Krogan alcohol is.
You do a good job you know. Except for...for bitches like me who kinda screw you over, you do a good job. You should be more ruthless though. You sentenced me to death and I'm still alive. You should follow up on your threats.
*She kissed him slowly, reaching up behind her to take her hair out*
---
()
*She looked out the balcony and didn't think twice as she vaulted over the side*
It's snow!!
*She landed in the cold and rolled*
Come down!
(Hear hear!)
Orpheus: Not right now. They aren't near us. Sorry.
Manuel: your still trying to intoxicate yourself then? Tell me when you're drunk enough to accept compliments please.
Zafira: If I was ruthless, we wouldn't have a country. I'm not Ravel, I will not stab my friend with a knife and the other beheaded, I cannot do that.
*smirks, his hand moves to her dress* I could do so much with you...
Sophia: I can try. *takes another drink* *nearly loses her balance* Shit.
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*Roland hesitated before gently flapping down beside Rose. When his feet touched the cold snow, he shivered and jumped back up, hovering over her.*
Roland: It is very cold! Should we stay inside. It is beautiful but I am not sure if I can stand the cold.
*nods* He is ruthless. But kinda sweet when he's with you. It's nice. You're good together. And, in all fairness, you'd need two friends that you want to murder for that...
(Hello Snow!)
(hello Amy.
SCHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL)
Orpheus: if I told you I'd have to kill you *winks*
Manuel: *steadied her with a hand on her arm*
Careful.
(Silente I apologise, now I have to go, bye)
Orpheus: No. Not a double agent.
(Oh...)
Sophia: I once out drank a Krogan once. I'm fine. *has another drink* *loses her balance again* Bloody drink. *sighs*
*She blushed, hiding behind her hair*
You could, I guess... If I resisted, you could overpower me...
---
()
*She laughed as she scooped a ball of snow into her hands, before she tossed it at Roland*
(School... Slight distance...)
Manuel: *steadies her again* maybe you can't handle your drink as much now..
Orpheus: I can't tell you why i can't tell you either.
Sophia: Nope. I've just had too much. I don't think I've ever drank this much in my entire life. Not even after my life had been ruined. *points at the scar which runs from her ear to her lip* Do you know how I got this?
Orpheus: *grins at her scowl*
Zafira: Ravel never wanted to, he had no choice. The Children of the Spider are pretty creepy. I mean, Ravel owes me his life. I really did save him. I broke into the gaol they had him in, and got him to America. Wasn't easy, to be honest the entire 23 hours he was in pain, he knew I was with him, but he didn't know much. Took me an entire month to finally get him down to two hours a day. It was a fun time trying to get all the legal crap done.
(I think I may disappear for a few minutes... Homegroup thing for long tute)
I could...*his hands wander to her legs* Do you like that...?
Manuel: I do not. I thought it would be rude to ask.
((That's fine.....I may vanish to go home, I mean...I'll ghost from my phone.-Zaf
*Her face deepened in colour*
Maybe...
Ah. I was wondering how you fixed the 23 hours thing. 2 hours of agony...that must be horrible. Well done to him for lasting.
*downs the rest of her drinks and pulls out her hip flask*
Are you still gonna kill me Zaf?
*takes a swig of the double strength vodka in the flask*
Now I know...*his hand travels up her leg*
Sophia: Politeness will get you... Nowhere. *has another drink* It was a Cerberus bitch with a sword. Before I even got properly recruited by the military. The bitch cut me. I ran her through.
*staggers a little* I'm drunk enough.
Orpheus: Sorry.
Manuel: Oh. That's rather rude of her.
*smiles*
Do you want to know why its an honour to dance with you now?
*She giggled and kissed Loki's neck softly*
Hey... Cheeky!
Orpheus: you'll watch me?
Zafira: It was...put it this way. I basically endured several weeks of constant agony until I couldn't...he stopped me...called me an idiot for helping him...but I did it. I could easily cure the two hours, but he won't let me. He says he doesn't deserve to be free totally, simply because the two hours are for Ghastly and Anton. *smirks* Oh I plan to kill you. I added salt to a few drinks.
Sophia: It was... And you remember the Phantoms I mentioned earlier? I threw one out of a skyscraper with my biotics.
*sighs* Sure.
*laughs, letting both hands wander* Good, Rose...Perhaps...I should steal you more often.
*nods* okay. I'll watch out for those.
*holds her hip flask tightly*
Not this though right? I like my flask...it used to be pops.
Manuel: People really shouldn't fight you.
It's an honour because its not every day that a beautiful warrior who hates dresses and dancing asks you to dance.
Orpheus: who says I'll fight? Maybe I'm a hippy.
Sophia: Beautiful? I thought I was the drunk one.
And, if I recall, you asked me the first time.
Zafira: I did. *shrugs* You are going to stay dead, I ordered a death sentence.
((Sil if I have to meet China Sorrows it'll be the bitch fight of the century...China is someone I'd kill instantly.-Zaf
Sorry Alastair, but I don't think that I want to dance anymore.
...
And so I don't think I'll be coming back to the Ball, either. Which means I'm reinstating my earlier statement of permanent departure.
...Goodbye, Blogland.
(Bye Noelle. :/ )
Okay...That's your choice, Adra...-Zaf
Alright, love. I am sorry to have been so late.
Orpheus: you don't think I could be a hippy?
Manuel: You are the drunk one. I'm sober. And i did ask the first time yes. But its different when you're asked.
You did?
*would be tearing up where that possible*
*puts the flask away and gets up*
Sorry...
*walks away looking miserable*
(Bye Noelle.. *hugs*)
(Good bye, Noelle.)
Ravel: Silente, are you alright?
((*hugs Alastair* Things happen, it's okay. You both are still welcome.-Zaf
Sophia: Are you sure you're not going blind? It takes a lot of alcohol before anyone would consider me good looking in any way, let alone beautiful.
Why is it different?
Orpheus: see. Don't laugh at us. Damn the man! *nods*
*manages to keep a straight face for three seconds then bursts out laughing*
*looks at Ravel then looks away*
I'm fine. It's fine. It'll be fine. Soon. Sorry.
*moves to walk past him*
Ravel: *grabs her* I really wouldn't....Zafira asked a few Asgardians to kill you.
Manuel: No I'm not going blind. And I'm sober.
It's different because many people would say yes if asked simply because its polite or because its awkward to say no. If someone asks you it is wholly their choice.
*blends into the background*
*looks at Ravel*
Oh. Right. I..I can't exactly keep running you realise? One day..one day it'll catch up with me...not just Zaf but..but everything...its..I have a responsibility to face it..instead of running..
*mutters quietly*
Chromagia.
Orpheus: Maybe i won't be a hippy..
*She rolled her eyes, trying to pretend like his hands weren't making her tremble*
Hmm... Maybe you should... But I think I might put up a fight...
*becomes a lot more gentle with his touch.*
Ravel: I just...I found it nice enough to warn you.
Orpheus: No. Maybe a ludite is more my style.
Thanks. For the warning. At least that way I can face it with my chin up.
*hands Ravel the hip flask*
Look after that for me...and...if I do die give it to El..for Viv...please?
(I forgot you won't know what ludites are! They raged against the machines! Smashed them up! They were for the working man and against machines in factories and stuff.)
Ravel: *takes the flask* You know, you really could survive.
Orpheus: yes. Yes I can.
Survive only to die? I've spent a long time being hunted Ravel. I'm tired.
Ravel: You will always be hunted, I will always be hunted. Zafira too.
Loki...
*Her hands trailed over his chest as she stifled a giggle*
I love you...
The dead can't be hunted. And even if they are it doesn't exactly matter, they ain't around to face it.
Orpheus: *looks at Elleni* when you say WHATEVER I want to be...
I love you too, Rose....I always will.
Ravel: You are dead, Silente.
Six feet under dead. Not walking and talking dead.
Ravel: I wanted to die, and you all know what Darquesse did instead. Death is sometimes the wrong choice.
Sometimes. But when death is so insistent that you die nearly every week you kinda get the message.
Orpheus: Elleni what would you do if I dropped down on one knee right now?
*gets up and walks toward Silente*
Ravel: To you, but is that really what you think?
((I'll explain it, let me type it up.-Zaf
I think a lot of things.
*hugs Silente*
Orpheus: Wait is that what your reaction would be or can you only speak goldfish now?
*jumps as arms wrap around her and settles when Amy's scent joins them*
Hey Amy.
*She kissed her way down his chest and stopped just above the tops of his trousers. She smirked and made her way back up*
Orpheus: a knee and a ring then.
*rolls his eyes*
What would your reaction be?
Silente...salty shaker...
*hugs tighter*
Basically, what happened was...Zafira and Ravel did have a thing, I know this is true according to Derek in November. So I sort of went on my own with that and Zafira went to Ireland and found the gaol Ravel was in. She went and basically broke him out, and escaped back to America, took her three weeks to get home.
Then she realized what she was going to do if she wanted to ever really be with him again. She spent months prior to this researching how to reverse it. She let her true name out and they managed to find a way.
So Zaf managed to reverse it on Ravel, enduring her own agony and somehow went to the Sanctuary.
Zaf did a hell of a lot of legal things. She got him 'transferred' to America, forged tons of papers, and then basically she released him, and China couldn't do anything to stop her.
((Msd to go home
-Zaf
Trying to tease a god?
*sighs as the hug gets tighter*
I'm not very quiet when I've had too much am I?
*She smiled slyly at him*
Maybe I am... It depends if it's working...
Orpheus: Uuuuuuummmmmmmm? That seems promising.
*shakes head* No, no, no...
Hey Amy...you realise no one lives forever right?
...I'm a ghost...
Orpheus: you don't? Huh. Oh that reminds me!
*moves closer to Elleni, kissing her hand then letting it go*
*gets down on one knee and roots around in his pocket for something*
Oh. Well okay you might live..or rather live die thing...forever...I mean not other people and...I..Amy in the hour glass of life my sand has ran out..I may as well face the end with dignity. *nods*
But then I won't have my salt shaker! D:
...and I don't even know how to die as a ghost...
You can get a new salt shaker! One who isn't allergic to salt!
But...you are the original! I can't lose you!
*continues to hug Silente, refuses to let go*
Amy...originals aren't that big a deal...except with collectables...plus your shakers are at war with each other!
...what?
Sugar is angry at Salt. Salt has been given a death sentence by Sugar. Sugar killed Salt with...er...salt..
(MSD... Watching Slumdog Millionaire in Geography soon...))
D: I'm going to have to talk with Sugar shaker... at least pepper is doing fine!
(Gotta go now! But I'll still be hugging you :) I'm a ghost so I should be able to do that without adding much weight to you.)
(Okay...I'll just casually carry an Amy around with me.)
*sighs*
*looks at Ravel*
Will you give it to El or not? Please just...
Is the ball still going on? If so, has it moved here?
(Yes to both those questions.)
Zafira: *sighs, laying her head against Ravel*
(I swear, I'm never going to have kids. Teacher put me off. I never really was over eager to have them either, like, in real life.)
Orpheus:*roots around more in his pocket*
Damned thing. So small.
*bows his head a moment trying to look in his pocket*
*sighs and keeps walking*
Orpheus:*pauses*
You're very loud. And you appear to be panicking. Am I doing something wrong?
Orpheus: ...I'm starting to think this wasn't smart..
*wonders if Ravel was lying*
*no one appears to be trying to kill her...*
Orpheus: Ah. Right. Okay...yes. Okay. Right. Okay.
*pulls his hands from his pockets sloooooowly*
*the ring falls out noisily along with some loose change*
*pretends to tie his nonexistent shoe lace*
*She took Loki's discarded scarf and wrapped it around his neck like a leash. She smirked and kissed his nose*
You are like a puppy...
Orpheus: Ignore that..you see no ring.
*straightens the bottoms of his trouser leg and stands up awkwardly leaving the money and the ring where it is*
(Msd....)
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