Wow.
What a few days.
The Requiem Ball was beautiful chaos. People came in ballgowns and jeans and tuxedos and T-shirts, but everyone was wearing a mask, and everyone was equal. The Bleeding Heart Crypt was where the first book was launched, way back in 2007, and so it was a fitting venue to see off the final part of the series. I laughed, I chatted, I posed for selfies, and then I signed.
And it was a good day.
The signings in Ringwood and Bournemouth were great fun, and of course Bluewater was as manic as ever (five and half hours of signing books and chatting to people... yikes...). On Sunday I did my first event for this tour, and I read out a few bits that had been cut from the first book, all those years ago. And then I signed for a few more hours.
And the response has been exactly what I was hoping for. The one thing that was so vital to me was to give the series a fitting end — an ending it deserved. My mission was to both confirm and confound your expectations, and by what I've been reading online, it looks like I've succeeded.
And the most awesome thing? The lack of spoilers. Sure, there are spoilers out there, but most people have been really considerate of others. Even in the Spoiler Zone to this very blog, folks are content to talk AROUND the subject, rather than address it directly. This is HUGELY appreciated.
The book has been selling really well, from what I hear. I loved the excitement generated around the Black Edition — minions were waiting for stores to open and then rushing inside, trying to find those hidden tomes. It was, in a word, awesome.
And now I'm wrecked.
Monday, September 1, 2014
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Hey kiddo. Can you do me a favour? A really, really big favour? See, Roland isn't well. I need you to go in there, and try and find a recipe for his medicine.
*She took on of Ariana's hands in hers and rubbed the back of it*
I'll be right here. If you see anything scary, I'm right here. Can you try and find the recipe for me, Ariana?
I was actually joking. Fighting would bring more of them. I would be fine with fighting if we had backup... But we don't... Like, we could always give it a go, but then we would probably die and then the Asgardians wouldn't know where we were and we would be stuck here... Dead...
If we find something small I'm sure we can "convince" it to give us some information.
*Ariana patted Rose's head and kept a hand on Rose before she put her other hand on Roland's head.*
roland... hot...
*Everything Ariana started seeing as she carefully looked through Roland's memories, Rose was seeing as well.
The homelessness, the beatings, the torture, the damage done to him over the years. There was a lot to go through. Barely any memories of his mother or medicine but Ariana was taking her time, making sure she didn't miss anything.*
Your choices of words are concerning, Blake...
*She looked around, glared at the stupid lava*
Remind me, next time I go to Hell, tell me to wear shorts. Or at least bring a knife. Ugh...
---
()
I know he's hot... He's only going to get worse...
*She whimpered at the pain Roland had gone through and tried to block it, tried to take no notice, but it was scared into her mind*
Good girl, Ariana...
*Ariana still took her time going through everything when she found a memory. It was in a gold like picture frame.
He was sitting at a table, sick like he was now. He watching his mother, surrounded by different herbs, plants and ingredients. She was mixing and crushing them, making a paste.*
medicine?... my... mummy...
*Ariana noticed how much Casha looked like her mother.*
I get that a lot.
*He wraps an arm around her, spreading his wing open wide*
You ready for a ride?
()
*She frowned at the memory, her face going blank and she focused on every little detail. She tried to remember all the ingredients. She started to list them out loud to Casha.
She she had told her everything, she patted Ariana's head again*
Is there anything more?
---
Blake. This might be the time to tell you that I have a horrible fear of being carried. Or being off the ground when it's not my doing.
*She glanced at him, her eyes wide, terrified*
*Ariana showed Rose how their mother used the paste in his food and drinks.
Suddenly something huge and shadowy with red eyes appeared and looked like it was taking a bite.
Ariana jumped back, pulling her hands away from both of them. She started screaming crying as she held her hands to her face instead.*
*He smiles*
Trust me.
*Blake lifts her up in both arms, holding her tightly. And then he takes off. His single wing beating, though mostly for show, quickly as they flew through the smoke-filled air*
()
*She, too, screamed in fright and clutched Ariana tightly to her chest. Her breathing was rapid. She looked up at Casha*
Holy Hera... Ariana, you're alright. You're okay. It's okay, babe.
*She squealed and held onto Blake's shirt tightly*
Shit. Dude. Floor. Ground. Whatever. Down. Now. Please!
*She hid her face in his chest, trembling in his arms*
Please... Don't let me fall...
*Casha knelt down beside Rose, wrapping both of them into a hug. She rubbed her hand against Ariana's face, trying to get her to calm down.*
Casha: What the hell happened?? Are you two alright??
*She noticed that Roland didn't even budge, he looked just as sick and peaceful as he was when he feel asleep.*
()
It was... We were watching the memory... And then there was this really scary dark thing that came out of nowhere... It had red eyes... It... It was like it just ate part of it...
*She shivered and glanced at Roland*
On behalf of both Ariana and myself, I vote to never go back in there...
*He chuckled and slowed down, not landing though*
I won't let you fall, Rose. Just trust me
*He continues flying, albeit at a slower speed*
-I slowly materialise next to Rose-
Woah.. Being in a spiritual dimension is.. very different.
-I look up at Blake and Rose-
Should I be here for this?
*She didn't look at him*
Blake. I swear to God... This isn't funny....
*She yelped as she heard Caelan's voice and dared to peek at him, a small whimper coming from her*
Hey...
Blake, how about bringing her down here?
*She managed a very small shrug*
If... You want to help take on the devil... Then you should be here...
Blake's in the form of the devil?
(Shall I assume not to talk?
No... Blake isn't the devil... Lucifer's the devil... He was holding my daughter...
(Loki!!
*Cuddles*
Talk!)
(Hey, Zafira.)
Ah, I see.
*She nodded to Caelan and pulled herself closer to Blake. She dared to peek down, then yelped*
Blake...
Blake, bring her down.
See...? Please listen to Caelan... I want the floor...
(Yo Zaf)
Oh fine if you all insist...
*He floats down to another pillar of rock and sets Rose down gently*
Happy now?
*She clutched the pillar tightly and resisted the urge to kiss it*
Thank God... Thank you, Blake... Much better...
-I roll my eyes at Blake and walk over to Rose, placing an arm around her-
Are you okay?
*She smiled at Caelan and nodded*
Much better. I hate being lifted. And flying is even worse. And flying in Hell is the worst thing imaginable.
How about you?
By the way, who is this?
*He looks Caelan up and down, perhaps gauging his personality, perhaps his usefulness in a fight*
I'm good, I learnt a few new tricks.
-I ignore Blake-
This is Caelan. He was kinda there for me when Sophia and I had a little fight last night. He's nice!
*She beamed at Caelan*
Sorry about vanishing. I fell asleep...
(Loki...? Zaf...?)
I finished it...
Oh, no problem. It was 1:30..
(I can't bare to read it, Fabi... I'm getting there, though...)
Yeah, I gave my eyes one moment rest and then boom. It's five A.M.
Hmph.
If you're against flying then I don't see how we're going to get around this place, nothing but a bunch of lava below us.
I'm not against flying, I'm against people being assholes to Rose.
(Nothing personal, Blake.)
How about I wait here on this beautiful pillar, and you and Caelan check it out. I'll scream if something tries to kill me, okay?
Check what out, Rose?
*She glanced at Caelan, her face softening*
They're not really being assholes... But thank you...
Check out Hell. See the sights. Talk to those worth talking to...
*She shrugged*
You two have some fun!
-I look at Rose and then at Blake, chuckling-
I'll pass..
You two should go. I'll stay on my pillar. You guys go for a little flyby and I'll keep a lookout. And I need to find a way to make my jeans into shorts... And a skivvy to a singlet...
-I pull a knife out of my boot, handing it to Rose-
Go wild.
*Sighs*
The whole reason we're here is because you and Loki have got a thing against Lucifer, there's no point in the two of us going.
*She took the knife and grinned at Caelan*
Thank you.
*She cut off the legs of her jeans, the arms and neck of her shirt, as well as most of the bottom. She looked down at herself and pursed her lips*
I don't think I've ever worn a midriff shirt... Hmm...
*She handed the knife back, thanked him, and then glanced at Blake*
Well, I was going to wait for Loki, and then we are here and he's there... You two go find Lucifer's castle and I'll wait here!
-I hold my hands out, throwing energy from hand to hand-
Hell is boring.
No. Hell is hot and dangerous and if I fall right now, I'll die. That's what Hell is.
(I dedicate this page to old friends.
And to that one really weird talent that you have and no one knows about.
Because they're cool.)
Well, I can travel at light speed, so I'd catch you.
Look.
-I push Rose off, moving down the pillar, catching her, and placing her back on the top, too fast for gravity to take effect-
OMG MY COUSIN'S WIFE IS FROM GERMANY AND I HAVE £1.70 in Euros now :D -Zaf
And you said I was being a jerk...
*He walks to the edge and keeps on walking, right out into the air. He looks down and notices a large mass of bubbles making the lava directly below them churn wildly*
Caelan, I think your boredom problem is about to be fixed.
*She stared at Caelan in horror when she was back on top*
Dude...
(Woo!! I think I still have a couple of Euros from when I went over...)
-I grab Rose, quickly dissipating into the spiritual dimension-
*She stopped and stared at Blake*
I... I... I'm... I'll just be here... You guys have fun...
*She screamed and looked around, then at Caelan*
Wait. What the...?
We're in the spiritual dimension now.
Well, you can't say you've been in Hell and in the spiritual dimension all in one day....
*She pressed herself against Caelan, fearful*
*He looks back over his shoulder at the space where the two had stood a moment before*
On my own, huh? Good. Won't have to hold back for the kids...
*His eyes shine as Excalibur appears in his hand, the lava bursts upwards and the massive serpent demon he spotted earlier lunges upwards at him*
Now this is what I live for!
*Blade in hand, he plummets towards the monster*
You don't have anything to be afraid of, Rose.
It's okay.
Now, uh..
Here's the soul of Lucifer.
-I point to a wandering, floating, dark essence-
(I'm going to go get a few packs of balloons and blow them up... And fill my sister's room with them...
:D ))
I... I'm not a great fan of being in a different dimension... With someone I just met...
*She followed his finger and her eyes widened*
Okay... Lucifer's that way...
I shall safely assume....To wait.
*Dashing around in the air, rending massive tears in the demon's hide, and laughing like a maniac all the while. This is all Blake knows for the moment as he battles with the behemoth. A certain glint is in his eyes, the kind a person gets when they feel truly alive, and he feels as though all the demons in hell could come with no chance of victory*
Yeah, uh..
We could just.. destroy his soul, if we wanted.
(Loki? You shouldn't wait. Come on! ^.^))
We could... But that kinda is the devil... And that would be scary...
*She laughed awkwardly*
God. I'd be fine if I could still do the whole 'glare and die' thing...
No- you are not touching my character, actually I would prefer if you left Hell to me, since I'm the one with the demon Overlord.-Zaf
I shall...just....go deal with Zanida.
(Going down the street now for balloons... I'll be back soon.)
(I was hoping you would be around for the start of all this, Zaf. Then the opportunity came to go and we went :l)
I shall..possibly be here. In the car...
Well, back off. Ok? I had a cannon, I didn't get a chance to build it, so you can back off and not do this, or there's going to be trouble.-Zaf
(Okay, I was going to chill on here for a while longer and now...
Yeah, now I'm definitely going.
I'm not one for conflict anymore.
Bye.)
You have no right to take over my cannon, if I have the OVERLORD then back off, back up and leave Hell. YOU RUINED MY CANNON. Ok? Ruined. It. So now you bettet back off and allow me to build it, what you just did ruined my characters. I am sick of you always coming on and doing what you want, my cannon, back off.-Zaf
(We didn't touch Lucifer! We're simply in Hell! That's all!
Zaf. Calm down.)
For starters, Zaf. Calm the fuck down. Secondly, nothing we did was permanent, there's a thing called imagination and that's all anything we do here is, it can be changed. And lastly, we will stay here if we like, on the grounds of my second point.-J
Yeah. Screw it.
I've been wondering whether or not I should leave for quite some time, now. Blogland is taking over my life.
And so, I think we need a few months apart.
Now seems like a good time to say goodbye.
So, goodbye.
I'm sorry, Rose. Please come back...-Zaf
I'm going to die tonightz goodbye-Zaf
Welp, that happened.-J
Um... this is bad?
Um...um...
*doesn't know what to do now*
I would assume so, yes. Rose appears to be gone for some unknown amount of time and Zaf seems to be rather crestfallen because of it.
Well...Hello Blake!
And Zaf won't really die...would she?
I seriously doubt it. And hello.
Sorry if I'm rather distant, J is watching No Game No Life...
So, how long to you plan on being a ghost?
No idea because I can't revive now. How do ghosts die anyways?
They don't. Typically a ghost is forever doomed to wander whatever world they died on.
...then I guess that's what will happen to me...
Sorry. Emotions. Screwy. Issues.
Blake- I'm sorry I snapped. Shouldn't have, I just really wanted to work on my plot so bad and I felt like because you guys went ahead of me I was being cheated of a chance. I really need things a specific way because of how I have the Princes of Hell set up, if I don't do it this one way, it'll make my life a million times more complicated, and I have formulated this into play in my mind so if I veer off track, it'll mess with what I already started. You guys going there will throw me off, which isn't good. Too much crap on me in one day. Not just you guys...just all day.
-Zaf
Eh, there are worse things. At least you can still interact with people without fear of being harmed, seems as you're incorporeal. Age won't matter, seems as you're already dead. And to top it all off, you get to nom heads for all eternity. Couldn't imagine a better fate for you.
Then forget what we did Zaf.
It never happened, we didn't go to hell. After Rose showed us her memories we all went back to Bogland and chatted away the hours.
*hugs Zafira*
I have to go now, sorry! Good bye!
Bye, Amy.
Its fine....I...whatever. Just...probably can work something out so you guys can go somewhere. I just need to go think about it. Figure out stuff.
Okay- my only problem is who's part you'd have been in.
When I'm not talking half gibberish it'll be easier..:just imagine a ring of 7 towers, the tallest and elaborate is the center. Six circle it. When a person is sent to Hell, they're basically given a choice of Prince. Now say- Lucifer marked you, you become one of his servants. You obey only him. Now- you're not marked by a demon- say you want to be under Zanida, you're marked by Zanida and you follow her.
Overlord's word is law.
Each Prince has a specialty- I have the list in a poofy land on my computer. Their tower and part of Hell is designed around that specialty.
Lucifer is nightmare Zanida is Fire, your typical thought of eternal flames.
-Zaf
Interesting, do you mind emailing me any additional details and specifics?
200 balloons have been brought. Now it's just the matter of blowing them up.
You have fun with that.
1 down
199 to go
Well, I'll be off for the night. Goodbye.
Sorry phone went blah soon as I crosded into my state-Zaf
Zaf... Is it too late to skype...? I really need to talk...
We can't...
Data...
Sorry.
Rose, it's...ten after midnight...I'm home but...-Zaf
It's too late... Sorry...
It's just one of those things that I can't tell my best friends in real life because they know who it's about and they could tell her...
You can always email me, even if its like 3am by me when I wake I'll gladly talk it out with you. -Zaf
It looks lovely, Elleni.
Hello?
(God damn it. It appears Dragona fell asleep. -_-
Why must he do this when I'm trying to talk?
Idiot. -_-)
(I'm sure he's not an idiot.)
(Hello Raven. And yes, he is. It makes being uploaded into another body sound a very beneficial action.)
(Oh. Well I'm pretty sure you're stuck with him and so you'll have to make the best of it.)
(Google closed on me.
It seems so, yes. I don't think we've actually met. I'm Commander Sophia Keating.)
*rolls*
(Hello, Snow.)
(Ah I think we met once a while ago. well not me, but you met Raven. It's nice to meet you Commander. I'm trying to patch a conversation together in my head. Was it you Raven called Owl?)
(Hello Snow.)
(I think so, yes. I have no idea why she called me owl.)
(Well there a few reasons one, She's a little bit...challenged sometimes, two, I'm pretty sure she said something about you being wise and owls are wise so...Owl it was.)
(Alright. I'm not sure why she thinks I'm wise - I can be smart every now and then but it's not a constant state. If I was, surely I'd be reading books rather than trying to arrest and kill people?)
(In the opinion of someone who spends most of their time singing songs about daisy chains or trying to prove that everyone is nice, it wouldn't take a lot to be seen as wise. Having said that, you probably said one thing really profound and she was like 'ermahgawd tis a genius'. Also, she thinks that it takes too long to say 'Commander Sophia Keating'.)
(Shoot sorry El I think I fell asleep although to be honest i have no idea all I remember js saying 'i'm tired' or something then the next minute I've just woken up and probably still haven't got enough sleep.)
(hello people.)
(Hello Sil.)
(Hey Raven. How are you?)
So apparently following this blog is the only way I can communicate with *esteemed author* directly! Firstly, I think I'm the only one on here who *hasn't* read the last book yet: due to living smack-bang in the middle of Australia where the only bookshop closed eight months ago (don't talk about it), and then my usual online bookstore said that my postcode suddenly didn't exist so I couldn't preorder it through them. Needless to say that a copy is now sluggishly rocketing its way to me through the bowels (possibly) of the rural Australia Post system. So I might receive it next week... maybe. Anyway, Mr L, I just finished Armaggedon Outta Here (we're totally up-to-date around here!) and I have to say that some of those stories contain your best writing. You're up there with Joss Whedon when it comes to threading comedy in with action and plot - many laugh-out-loud moments. So thank you. So much. For writing this series. And I can't wait to see what you next create for us. After I've finished Book 9. Eventually. It might be published by then.
(I'm good. How are you?
Sorry, I have to go, my brother is finally off the piano and I want to get my practise in.
Bye.)
(She can call me Sophia. That's fine.
I don't think everyone is nice. Although, sure, there are people who won't cause a problem - humans, well, most races, are very selfish. They look after their own interests. And in doing so, can cause problems of their own. In their selfishness, they could turn to crime or do something wrong - money is quite a good motivator for becoming a criminal. People are greedy. And it is the people who turn to crime that are the ones who cause problems.)
(Hello, Silente.
Goodbye, Raven.)
(Hello Sophia. Shall I presume Draggie falling asleep was the cause of your unannounced disappearance last night?)
(Yes. *sighs* Unfortunately he still has to type for me.)
(Don't worry, mine doesn't come for another
*calculates the number of days in her head*
*is too tired to figure it out*
*sighs*
It comes on the 16th. Or at least it's supposed to....)
Also. Hello people who exist and in world that exists. Or maybe it doesn't. For all I know I could be a fragment of someone's imagination. Or maybe they don't even call it imagination. Or I could be a robot who thinks it's a human. Maybe humans died out a long time ago and use robots who think k we're humans are all that are left. I don't know. Or maybe, it's a dream, a preview of my life except that magic does exist but you people don't. And then I'll wake up and I'll be just born and I'll still have a whole life. Not that I have lived very long yet. Though I seem old and mature to myself, other people view me as young. Some of you might view me or people my age as young kids. That's a strange thought to me. And what if carrots ate us? Every week one person would get sacrificed. I don't think people would like that. And would some carrots protest against this, saying it was wrong?
(Ah. Well all the characters in my head weep for you. They know your pain. Would you like to continue?)
(Hello Dugglyn.)
(Alright, Silente.)
(hello Dug)
(Okay!)
(...Do you remember what last happened?)
(Hello carrots. You are my worst enemy. Please don't kill me. I really am not ready to die! I'm too young!! Don't kill me!!!! Not yet!!!
SOMEONE HELP ME!!!! THESE CARROTS ARE GOING TO EAT ME!!!!
help.....!
*sinks to her knees in despair*
*sobs*
Don't... eat me...!
(I believe Manuel said "Fanatical ones. Opposing ones to be more accurate".)
So what exactly did they do to you? I mean, religion in my time has basically died out so I'm unfamiliar with their traditions and the like.
*screams*
THE CARROTS ARE TALKING!! PLOTTING WITH EACH OTHER!!!!! SOMEONE HELP!!!!
(Dugglyn, it's a carrot. For god's sake. It's hardly carnivorous.)
*rolls around*
EVERYONE IS NOW A CARROT!!!!! I AM ALONE!!!!!!!
*weeps*
Everyone's gone... I'm the only one left now..
Manuel: most people don't consider them religions anymore. They mainly did sacrifices and weird spells. Mums side were probably calmer although not when it came to partners and sacrifices. Dads side were quite brutal, you usually got beaten up first
*turns back so hes facing Sophia, the scars and a few fresh bruises (cheek and chest) visible*
*sheiks*
ONE TALKED TO ME!!!!
*screams and runs away from the carrot that was once Sophia*
*hides*
(Hey el sorry my brain last night went 'yeah no I ain't taking this bye bye blogland *concious shutdown*')
*stares at Elleni in horror*
*horse whisper*
They got you too? Oh El....
*tears fall from her eyes*
I'm so sorry.... so, so, sorry...
But remember that up wars yourself Friday. So please don't kill me...
(I don't understand you, Dugglyn. You make no sense.)
Shit. *traces the scars with her gloved hand* Why didn't you just run away?
(yes. Paris. A large posh hotel.)
(Dug email.)
Manuel: They were my parents. I didn't know any different. But I did leave..after
*points at the tribal scar on his chest*
After that happened.
*screams*
*bounces up and runs away from El, bumping into Silente*
*stares at her and screams again*
THE CARROTS ARE EVERYWHERE!!!
LET YOUR NOSE EAT GOODA CHEESE!!!!!!!!!!
Carrots? Gooda? Nose? Oh Dug did you eat too many lollipops again?
(Refished, silicon and elsewhere!)
(It just occurred to me that I now have an email account. I deleted my Google+ account, though. If I had anything to say, I could make a blog. But I don't.)
So, they were causing you pain that you didn't want and you just let them?
*runs her hand over that scar* What the hell did they do?
Orpheus: *walks with her*
*the dot is now above them*
What would you do without me hmm?
*grins*
(I mean this seriously, Dugglyn, in the last few minutes have you taken any hallucinogenic drugs?)
Running bread!!! Running bread....
*faints when the dreaded carrot speaks to her*
Hillary Rodham? Now why on cows would I do that soup?
Manuel: I did. That was dad. Got sick of mum saying I was hers. That I belonged to her. So he branded me. Marked me. Like how a farmer might brand livestock, except main painful because there were sigils adding more pain to the process
Are your parents dead, now?
Manuel: I wouldn't know. Probably not.
Orpheus: *grins and follows her*
Then I want to kill them myself.
(THANK YOU ELSEWHERE!!!!!!! YOU BAVE SAVED BLOODY LOOKS!!!)
Manuel: to do that you would have to find them. And I have long ago forgotten their addressess.
*lays in Blogland, fainted*
Orpheus: *follows*
Erica: *sounding rather cheery* come in!
Finding them would be simple. I have scanners, remember?
*murders about evil carrots that eat everyone*
*thanks Derived for doing the ice bucket challenge*
Manuel: Ah yes. I had forgotten about those.
Orpheus: *still smiling smuggly*
Erica: *looks out from the kitchen, humming to herself, hair up for once, and sees El ans Orpheus*
*waves*
(I think my profile looks too short, yet I have no interest in the things it mentions.)
(Ok. This is the one sane time I'm talking. I don't have much time. She's coming back soon. I'm tired. Really tired. And I get weird when I'm tired. I can't think right. I speak gibberish. I was doing it a moment ago. My carzy tired side thinks everyone is evil carrots. So I'm watching your every teddy bear in my mind.... Running bread. Running bread. Running bread. Running bread.
I'll set them scanning. Immediately. And then I will kill them, if that is fine with you.
(you took all the air in that room. She's in the kitchen. You're in the living room)
Manuel: I..I do not care of what happens to my parents. They are not my concern.
Sheep? SHEEP?! NO....
MY BREATH IN REFRIED BEANS.
Erica: hello Elleni. I presume yo're ghere to see James? He'll just be a moment, he had to pop to the shop for eggs.
Orpheus: *takes El's hand and squeezes it gently to calm her*
That's good. Would you like to accompany me to my ship?
Manuel: of course. *gestures for her to go first*
Erica: I'm well. Quite relaxed actually. France is a nice place. The effiel tower is beautiful at night.
*dusts her hands off and leans in the door way* how are you Elleni? And who is the young gentleman? Has the girl found a suitor?
Orpheus: I'm Orpheus.
7, 19, 21, 2, 9, 6, 1, 3, 1256...
*leads him towards her ship* Do your parents have magic?
Sssshhhhheeeeepppppppp
I don't trust my nostrils but then I check with toilet paper instead o tissue.
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Sheep pie.
Manuel: only low forms of it. They weren't very good with magic.
Erica: wonderful! Well you better treat her right Orpheus. Nobody hurts our el.
James: *walks through the door carrying a shopping bag, pausing when he sees Elleni* hello.
That's good.
(I have a question. What age is everyone's characters? (their actual age and what they look like))
(Um....
13.)
*whacks brain with stick*
Sheep pie!
(I'm double your character's age, Dugglyn. *sighs*)
(Sil - 113, looks 12
James: *wrote this down sonewhere* maybe 200. Looks 25/30
Erica: *couldn't say because she was originally Viv's*
Orpheus: 19 looks 19
Manuel: possibly 35 oldest. Looks 20)
Manuel: yes. My mother is much like China Sorrows, making herself beautiful but weaker. Father is an energy thrower.
None of which should cause a problem to me.
(I'm feeling a little old.)
Orpheus: That's weird.
James: *slides past El, going to the kitchen, kissing Erica on the way through*
*starts putting stuff away* what brings you to France Elleni?
Manuel: good. I wouldn't want you hurt by my parents.
Don't worry. I won't be smitten by your mother, and I will show your father that energy throwing isn't as strong as biotics.
*rolls*
*really needs to stop posting one comment then poofing*
*rolls*
(Hello again, Snow.)
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