The final book.
The last Skulduggery.
I've been writing these books since 2005, so for me it's been nine years of living with these characters, in this world. I knew saying goodbye was not going to be easy...
But I haven't had to say goodbye yet. Not really. I wrote the book. I edited. I went through it again and again. I decided on covers, on approaches. I approved tour schedules and special events. I prepared. I tweeted. I blogged. I kept busy. I kept looking forward...
But now... now (most of) the preparation is done. I just have to turn up now, and talk, or sign, or talk and sign, and meet people and go places.
It's going to sink in NOW. I can feel it.
No more Skulduggery Pleasant.
I'm going to give my usual "No Spoilers" speech now. So, like, no spoilers, people. The comment section above is for spoilers, not this one.
But even outside of this blog, please be considerate of your fellow Minions. Don't go blasting spoilers on Facebook or Twitter or Tumblr. Be subtle about it, and if you can't be subtle, go LOUD with the spoiler warning.
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I also mean spoilers in a more general sense. For example, saying things like: "Derek, I can't believe you did that! I'll never forgive you! How could you?? That was my favourite character!!"
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Hia Dug! how are you?
(i'm just saying i know everyone, even if i haven't met them in rp, okay? if anyone wishes their character to be exempt from that, just say)
For what?
Ravel: Now you have to dance.
Zafira: I rather be Ghastly.
Ravel: Zaf, will you ever let me live that one down?
Zafira: Hell no. *takes hand* I'll dance with you, golden eyes.
Ravel: My eyes may be golden, but at least I have more common sense then you.
Zafira: I do! It...loved...never mind...
*takes Rose to the dance floor, taking a slow waltz*
Getting drinks on Ricci...or not. *shrugs*
(Sounds fine to me Snow!)
I'm great!
Love the chocolate soufflé!
How be's yous eyes?! How be's yous?! How's the band?!
(heya fab. care to talk, without the ball stuff?)
Gtg. Will bbl! Bye!!)
I havnt seen the bar yet, I can't be thrown out. *slows dance to stop causing disaster*
Sophia: That is my plan. I don't dance. Next time I'm bringing a heavy mech.
... I think so... Ashlea... Do you dance?
Ricci: I'm wet.
Zanida: I see. *summons a flame, drying her daughter's hair* Better?
Ricci: Yes!!!
Thor: You are a little mess, Ricci.
Ricci: I make messes! *skips off*
I'm good Dug. *she smiles* My eyes are fine, and the band is doing well. *whispers* i'm hoping we can preform later.
*She was careful not to stand on his feet while they danced and she laughed happily, her eyes never leaving his face*
Loki, I don't even know how you know Earthly dances! Or do Asgardians waltz too?
Bye dugg
You'd just find a way back in anyway.
*adjusts easily to the pace change and smirks*
Back to beginner speeds.
(BYE DUG!)
*drifts into a corner and scribbles mindlessly in a notebook*
I actually took time to learn a few things, Rose. We do dance here, but I know different dances.
I can manage to take on armies and save world's. But dancing is the hardest challenge I have ever faced
Manuel: *nods* very sensible.
Ashlea: *smiles* I was waiting for you to ask*
You'll have to teach me one day, my love.
*She smirked at him*
Ravel: Exactly. I'm not fond of dancing either.
Zafira: Let's not and say we did, eh?
Ravel: I like that idea a lot.
*The two mages happily take to sitting by the window, sipping wine, Zaf definetly not allowed near too much*
I'm ashamed for you. You have all of time and space yet you don't know how to dance. You can take people to the moon but can't waltz. Embarrassing.
I will. *kisses her hand, managing to still dance*
Sophia: *downs the rest of the glass* I need seven more. *goes to search for more alcohol*
... Would you like to dance?
Thor: There is plenty around, Sophia.
(Edlente is a ship now.)
(No, I think I should just go. Thanks, though, Snow.)
Ashlea: very much so..
Manuel: *sighs and gives up trying to make Sophia like him* *downs his glass*
True, *grabs two glasses of wine as they pass and offers one and drinks the other while dancing*
(okay fab *hugs* if you want to talk at all, my emails open)
No shipping snow
*She beamed at him*
Does it feel like you're dancing with a toddler, Mr Giant? Because you're too tall. Or I'm too tiny. My arms have to go up way too high. I ought to dance with someone my size so you can understand our size difference... After this dance, though, my love.
(No Snow. Sil has enough ships! XD there's Viv Matex Clara El...James...she needs no more.)
( you two have no choice in that matter. i ship it and you can't change my mind. i'm as stubborn as a 5 year old)
*takes Ashlea by the hand and leads her on to the dance floor*
Sophia: *finds another goblet of whisky and begins to drink it*
*takes the glass and smiles*
Thank you.
*sips at it with the hand that was in his*
(can i just point out, Snow is standing i a corn, scribbling in a notebook while everyone around her dances XD. little miss social)
(*corner, not corn)
(I'll dance with you next, Snow!)
*dissapears and reappears with a huge bottle of wine* here *refills booths glasses and drinks*
(I just find it so funny. And it's so like me. )
Sophia: *sees Snow writing in a notebook and approaches her* What are you doing?
(Or Snow, you can always take my place... You can dance with Loki!)
(Edlente, sponsored by wine companies everywhere)
(Bad Snow.)
Ashlea: *smiles and starts dancing with Leri, slowly incase Leri doesn't know how*
James: *teleports to Manuel and follows his gaze* ahh..that's what that look is. No chance mate. *grabs two glasses of wine and *teleports to Erica*
Manuel: *sighs*
Aro: Hello, Snow.
You ought to grow, I am normal, I am roughly average height.
*Snow looks up at the voice*
Hmm? Oh. I'm writing. Tend to get bored at these things so...
Trying to get me drunk?
*raises an eyebrow and sips at her glass, surprised at how quickly she drinks it*
How are you normal height?! I'm about as tall as I'll ever get! If I cut off your legs, I reckon you would still be taller. Stupid tall people...
*watched videos on human dancing* *starts slow at first, but slowly goes faster as she gets used to it*
*finishes glass and finishes bottle* of course not as if I would ever ... *falls down drunk and begins to snore*
Sophia: You're not the only one. I hate dresses and I hate parties.
I am a Frost Giant, did the word 'giant' not fully comprehend in your mind?
(So, it turns out we're going for a drive soon... So Msd...)
Did the word 'Midgardian' ever comprehend in yours? We're small. You're tall.
Oh. Great. I'm going to be the smallest in the family wen the twins grow up.
((Will you be back tonight, Rose?))
Ashlea: *dances with Leri, smiling* you're good at this..
Erica: *nods and both she and James appear next to Sophia, Erica brushing her arm slightly and planting the seed*
*makes the seed (metaphorical seed) grow into a like towards Manuel*
*Snow smiles* I hate dresses, can't kick in them. What good would they be if zombies suddenly invaded?
The twins will end up in the middle, that happened with Jabari. Look at Zanida, her and I are the same height, and Laufey and Farbauti are pretty tall...Perhaps it was the fact my sister and I grew up on Asgard, that made us smaller compared to other Frost Giants.
... So are you...
(Ahem, if that actually happened Sophia will just mentally leave so...)
*rolls her eyes and drags him to the side so he doesn't get trampled*
*has another glass and wanders over to Zaf*
Zafira: Hello, Elleni!
(Yeah, but Drag, it's the type of thing Snow says)
*continues to snore* I have to leave, bye
Sophia: That is my point exactly. I was thinking more armed gangs and mercenaries but zombies work too. Which is why I did this. *taps on the stomach of the dress* Armour plating.
Zafira: Hello, Silente. Care for a drink?
(Thats mean! They were trying to help -_-)
Ashlea: maybe I am...*moves them into a slightly faster dance*
(I should be!)
I don't care. They're still going to be taller. I'm going to be the smallest...
*She shook her head*
Once upon a time, I felt tall. Now I'm going to be tiny...
*holds up her half empty glass*
Maybe in a bit..
*sips at the glass*
Plus I can get my own.
*nods in appreciation* armour is always a good idea. Weapons as well. Which is why I'm gkad I'm a teleporter and can always just disappear to grab a gun or a big stick
*manages to keep pace with Ashlea*
Sophia: *taps on her leg* Two pistols. As I said to Manuel, next time I'm coming in a heavy mech. 25cm of armour, rocket launchers and a machine gun. That's my type of party.
Manuel: hello miss Jazz. Someone is here for you I believe...
Orpheus: *steps up behind Elleni*
Hello.
(Back) *wakes up and drinks a few more bottles of wine*
Ashlea: *laughs and dips Leri before bringing her back up*
*Snow waves to El*
*nods at Sophia* being prepared never hurt anyone... I hope...
You'll be fun sized.
Zafira: I figured you could use some more then me, I have to somehow make it to the Sanctuary tomorrow.
*holds Ashlea's hand*
(I dedicate this page to everything. To whatever it is that fuels you. Inspires you.)
*finds silente* I apologize for that, sorry
Sophia: I wouldn't say that. Being prepared means I have pistols, which can definitely hurt people.
Are you going to write all night?
Fun sized? I'll be tiny. You'll be the tallest. Well, I guess I've still got a few years...
*She kissed his chest*
I shouldn't worry. But right now, I worry for your poor suit..
(your welcome el XD)
Hmm. It's still standing? Damn.
*laughs*
Orpheus: an old friend.
Do I dare ask what you plan to do to me, Rose?
Zafira: Yes, it survived a lot, we are definetly still standing.
*she thinks for a bit* not all night... I might preform for a bit with the band if the last member gets here... I might mingle for a bit... maybe write for half the night.
(Sophia's dress, for people who don't know:
http://www.promdressshop.com/ProductViewer.aspx?a=22183&b=
)
*offers bottle of wine from 1700* terribly sorry, me and drink don't go well
I think we both know what I'm planning after this, my love.
*She eyed his suit*
As it's such a wonderful one at that...
Sophia: I'm just attempting to forget as much of this as possible.
That will be a very fun after party for me, perhaps you should have a few more drinks.
*holds her glass for Ed to top up*
Thanks...Loki is tall isn't he...or am I just small?
Orpheus: *smiles* I'm not surprised. I was in your head talking for long enough.
*spins Ashlea*
*she sighs, ceasing leaning on the wall* I should talk to people. Don't want to be known as the girl who stood in the corner... it was nice talking to you.
*dhe waves before walking off into the crowd, looking for someone she knows who isn't busy*
(Freckles! White suit black shirt no tie! Ginger! Don't ask why he's ginger! The rest is up to you!)
*fills glass*
*Stopped dancing and looked at him*
Well, we better get started!
*gets Rose a drink*
Ashlea: *grins as she spins* *moves back in to Leri again* I love you..
Sophia: Sure. *drinks some of her whisky*
Loki? I suppose he's tall yeah, or maybe the world has started to shrink and mice will take over.
... I love you, too... *holds Ashlea close whilst they dance*
*She followed Loki, smirking*
You're getting one too, don't forget.
Orpheus: hello Elleni Jazz. Found you. *grins*
Thank you Edward.
*sips from the glass*
It will hardly matter, you'll be flat out drunk before it hits me. *has a drink for himself*
(Can snow become dj?!?! Please?!?!)
((Go for it.-Zaf
(He looks twenty five ish. Voices don't age)
Ashlea: *smiles and rests a hand on Leri's hip*
Mice huh? Cool.
Orpheus: *hugs her back*
I am.
*puts her helmet on Ashlea's shoulder, and a hand on Ashlea's hip likewise*
Then Loki will have to stop the mice with giant cats. Or maybe he's just tall
*She took the drink that she had got her and sipped. Alcohol affected her a lot faster than other humans. It would be no more than three drinks before she would be considered flat-out drunk*
You're probably right.
((Nearly... Finished... *collapses in exhaustion*
(i said twenty five tops..didn't I? I said that cause I didn't know Els age! He's 19!)
I thought so. *smirks, sipping the wine*
(YES YES YES YES YES)
*getting a little bored, Snow walks up to the music station.
Apparently, no one has yet claimed the place of dj and people are putting on whatever they like*
*grinning like and idiot, Snow quickly teleports away and comes back with a pile of cds under her arm*
*she sets herself up and start fiddling around*
*clear her throat she speaks over the sound system* Hey everyone. I am Snow and I'm taking over as DJ for a bit. Now taking requests.
*she fades into a slow song*
Sophia: *sighs at the slow song and nearly trips over her dress* *curses the dress to hell*
Orpheus: a lot of hard work.
I think he might just be tall. What do you think Zaffy? Lokster, tall yes?
*finished her glass again*
Ashlea: you okay..
Zafira: What's that song....We're Going Down? The one where they yell timber.
*She could already feel the effects already startling to take over. She started to giggle*
(Leaving now-ish...)
... I'm fine... Are you alright?
*snow smiles at zaf* I'll que it up to start after this song ends.
This shall be an interesting night.
*refills her glass*
Zafira: YES!!! Ooh I haven't seen any other Elders...
Ravel: You're safe from small talk, for now.
Zafira; Ten bucks Skulduggery punches you.
Ravel: Ladies first.
Sophia: *downs the rest of her whisky*
Shut up!
*She laughed quietly to herself*
*as the slow song ends and Timber comes on, Snow smiles evilly as she thinks of what to put on next*
You are so funny, Rose.
Thanks...
*sips at it*
Ashlea: I'm fine...
Orpheus: hard work and redemption.
Zafira: *happily sings along, as she had quite a few*
((HE'S GINGER OHMYGOD :D))
*watches Zaf*
My my...had too much there...
I am going to explore this bridge. *stumbles out of the door*
*smiling a little snow starts to play speak of the devil*
( http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=tb_Ogb0zzhA )
Zafira: You want another, Silente?
Orpheus: yes. I did. Too many. I missed you. So I decided enough was enough. And here I am.
*raises an eyebrow at Zaf*
I probably shouldn't...I'm weird when drunk...
(Now I have to go, back tomorrow, bye)
*as the song ends Snow sets up a list to keep the music going, some slow, some pop, rock, alternative*
(G2g! Be back later)
Orpheus: I lost count of the lives saved...many. Very many. And I do sometimes...that's how I found you.
Orpheus: *raises an eyebrow* me thinks the lady doth protest too much.
Zafira: I'm singing, so its okay! Have another!
You are singing. It's amusing. You should sing more...
*smiles*
I suppose I could have one for drink...
Zafira: *gives Silente a drink, happily*
(never mind...)
Orpheus: how have you been? *raises his eyes to look at Zafira* hmmm...
*smiles*
Thanks. You realise I could've got it myself...you're a grand mage after all, not a waitress.
Orpheus: *a frown tugs at his features, still looking at Zaf* I've been well..
Zafira: I know, but I like to be nice, you know. *one thing is, its laced with salt water, but the drunken vampire won't notice*
Yeah..you are quite nice..
*raises the glass*
A toast, to Zafira, Grand Mage of America.
*smiles*
Zafira: *raises glass* To me! *takes a sip*
Orpheus: im fine...just...edgy.
*laughs and drinks deep from her own glass*
*pauses and her eyes become panicked as she drops the glass, one hand flying for her own throat*
*coughs and starts choking as her windpipe starts closing off, and falls to her knees*
Zafira: Revenge, dear. You think me to be stupid? You crossed the line long ago, Silente. Your death, I have longed for.
((Can we take a moment to ship Zavel: Ravel kills his two best friends, and Zaf kills her friend I SHIP IT!!!-Zaffy))
Orpheus: thats not good..
*gags, trying desperately to breathe, and her eyes grow more and more panicked*
*manages to choke out*
Help...
*her eyes bulge*
*falls unconscious at Zaf's feet*
Orpheus: she can't breathe.
Zafira: No clue. I think she is dead....
Oh dear, is she dead?
James: please say she is.
Erica: oh do say so.
Orpheus: not yet...
Orpheus: Elleni that won't help you need to make a clear path from her throat to the lungs. Like in the movies. Like Vivanus did.
James: *laughs* oh how fitting. Surrounded by enemies.
Erica: it was only a matter of time.
Zafira: She's dead, idiots.
*Sits with her glass of lemonade, looking around with a cool gaze*
Orpheus: you need a pipe...
James: don't bother. She's dead.
James and Erica: *teleports away from the fire, to Zafira's side*
(Kinda here for a bit)
Zanida: *comes down* I can ask Astrid to help...
(yes. Again. She dies a lot...that's probably a bad habit...)
(Oh? Without me? So nice)
Zafira: She pissed me off, she was a pain, so I ended it.
Ravel: The fact that my wife just killed her friend, that does not phase me, perhaps that is because I did the same...I do miss them.
James: its fine Zanida. No one cares for the vampire. She can stay dead. And now, I propose a toast.
Erica: to the dead staying dead
*both clink glasses and drink from their wine*
I should have done that, nicely done Zafira. *raises glass to the toast*
What kind of a ball is this?
Zafira: *shadows wrap around El's arm, shattering it, while another slashes through the symbol* You'll need my power to do that, Elleni. Scarab drew a sigil on me so anyone can revive me, but you can't use that symbol on her.
((---------------->))
Clearly the kind of ball where people don't actually dance.
Orpheus: *looks up at Zafira* you killed you friend.
James: she had no friends.
Erica: even she knew that.
((thanks! *poofs* *will be back in an hour, tops*))
((Well Zaf explained the symbol...you need the other one in order to revive Silente...Zaf has it...-Zaf
Orpheus: you could use a sunburst?
Zafira: I did what needed to be done. I always will remember Silente, but I had to kill her. It was for all of us, to be safe, and to protect my country.
(seven pointed star with red sigils on. Revives people. Sometimes. Very often. If you have one that is.)
((Okay, when Zafira was like 3 Scarab drew a symbol on her, that symbol would allow anyone to use the reviving symbol he drew, only on Zafira, only Zafira can actually use that sigil on anyone. -Zaf
Zafira: I only kill if I have to! I have served my country faithfully since the day I was elected as an Elder and have continued to serve as Grand Mage when Bisahalani died, don't you ever tell me I kill because I can, I would have killed many people, but I don't abuse my power.
Orpheus: then why is there a dead vampire on the floor. She was not threatening you. I dare say she was even joking with you and having fun.
Well damn then. Rubbish Requiem Ball..
Zafira: I really don't care...and nobody else can unless you count Alastair.
Orpheus: *looks at Loki* someone in his family can.
Hello, Lazarus. *waves*
Jabari, yes.
Jabari: I can revive, allow me.
Orpheus: you don't care that you took another's life for no reason?
Zafira: I do not, I am a Necromancer. *shrugs, going back over by Ravel*
Orpheus: I see. You're husband and children must feel incredibly safe around one who murders on a whim.
Jabari: *goes over, touching Silente, bringing her back to life* Should I assume that Zafira is going to end up dead?
*gasps and blinks*
*groans*
Owwww..
Zafira: If you can actually get me...
Thor: We can deal with this later, let us all get back to dancing.
I do. We should probably fix that.
*rubs her throat*
Something like a moth, drawn to a flame and burned...
*Sits with her clinking lemonade*
Zafira: *shrugs, dancing with Ravel*
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