Finally, we have the New Zealand details...
CHRISTCHURCH
THURSDAY, 2ND OCT:
12:30 PM — Whitcoulls, Riccarton Mall — public signing
5:30 PM — The Children's Bookshop (in Riccarton School Hall) — Talk, Q&A, Signing
WELLINGTON
FRIDAY, 3RD OCT:
12 PM — Whitcoulls, Queensgate Mall — public signing
5:30 PM — The Children's Bookshop, Wellington — Talk, Q&A, Signing
AUCKLAND
SATURDAY, 4TH OCT:
11 AM — Whitcoulls, Sylvia Park Mall — public signing
2:30 PM — Whitcoulls, Albany Mall — public signing
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*takes Taw's hand and shadow walks to Mt snowdon* we're here.
I concur, Ms. Inkbright. The current amount of people addicted to sugar in modern society is disturbing, indeed. Perhaps the fall of civilization as we know it.
Hey Sir.
@Sir: Hmm . . . every second, civilisation changes slightly. This makes the 'fall of civilisation as we know it' phrase a little less effective, although I know what you meant. :)
(ah. So you did. Forgive me for not reply earlier Blake.)
*smiles absently*
Not yet..
*face twists into one of pain and she collapses*
*blinks, eyes silver upon opening*
*smirks and chuckles* she let me out.
Erica: im sure I don't.
Tawnee: *starts tearing up* I can't believe... I wanted everything to end
Ms. Inkbright, "as we know it" is just as every little bit important as "the fall of civilization" in that phrase.
@Sir: Ah.
*tilts head*
Hmm.
Hello, Danni, and Sir.
Ms. Inkbright, given the fact that you are a bubble, would tilting your head actually tilt the entirety of your body?
...
I do apologize. My author appears to be in a rather flippant mood, today.
Greetings, to every person who greeted me. I would reply to each of you individually, no doubt with an appropriate witticism for each of you, but currently, my author is attempting to ignore their headache.
@Sir: . . .
I'm METAPHORICALLY tilting my head. :)
It's fine. Flippant is cool. :)
I hope your author's headache gets better. :(
How are you, Loki?
Erica: it is isn't it? Lovely view for once.
Sir, have you tried painkillers...? Take some water, lay down, and screens are not good for headaches.
*Walks over to Sir and cuddles him gently* *Whispers* Hello
It would appear so. Since you are apparently the one who requested to see me, and given my massive reputation, I assume you know who I am so introductions on my part are redundant. You, however, are a new one to me. Might I ask your name>
Well, Ms. Inkbright, what is the metaphor for? Either the tilting of the head is actually something else, or something else is represented as a tilt of the head.
Ms. Danielle, this headache has been an unfortunate companion of my author for the past week or so, on and off. Sleeping, so far, has not helped, and neither have painkillers.
...
Greetings, Ms. Dark.
*holds taw close* but you had a reason for wanting to end it, but then we found each other, i helped you and you've helped me and here we are now together and in love *smiles*
:( sorry..
*uses air to rise her to her feet*
I'm me. Onwa. It's a pleasure to meet you. I've heard tales.
*smirks*
Trapped in a mortals body. Such a shame.
*His black eyes darken*
You seem to be "in the same boat" as the saying goes. What is it you want with the god of darkness?
*Hugs Sir tightly*
I'm sorry...
Tawnee *wipes away stray tear*
*snmiles* yes, you gave me a reason to continue
I am well, not really. Exhausted.
Adra, what's the wrong?
Bang bang, into the room!!
Back again, even though Ciaran is still fucking awake and my hair is falling out.
I have returned.
Why are you exhausted, Loki...? I'm sorry if it's because of Rose...
Erica: I'd have to agree.
*smirks*
Many, many things.
*slinks towards him*
Neither of you have anying to apologize for, Ms. Danielle and Ms. Dark.
On the bright side, it does mean that the medication still works.
My list is slowly.... Slowly lengthening, and being here is making it one step forward, two steps back, and it's hard to make a decision..
That is good, Sir- taking the right medication is imperative
It is more like I am stuck being in Zafira's head.
*His eyes follow her every move, seemingly watching for any sign of attack*
What a cryptic response. Care to elaborate?
*Hugs Em*
Sorry...
Adra, what do you mean? One step forward, two steps back?
Loki... I'd give you a hug, but I would doubt you would accept it...
(I have to go to bed now
Have work tomoz
Night)
Not particularly.
*stops just in front of him, floating slightly so her eyes are level with his*
(Bye, Chloe!)
*hugs Adra*
Adra...
I do not accept hugs from Midgardians.
Erica: one or two. However the weather was not usually on my side when they occurred.
Loki, you don't know who I am.
*Smiles*
I'm her author. Rose is dead. She had been for about... 36 hours now? So, she's really dead.
*pulls Em into a hug*
Em...
What is going on?
*He floats forward, putting them in contact*
Well now, unless you plan on showing me what you meant we're not going to get anywhere, are we?
*smirks at the contact*
Hmm...I'm of two minds..
Nothing.
Nevermind, bye
Erica: *blinks and smiles* that's quite pretty isn't it?
Adra?? Why are you leaving??
Adra? You do know we're here for you, right?
What isn't fucking wrong is the bigger question Tia?
But hey, tis life. C'est la vie, I must jog on with it.
I'll be back in a bit.
Oh in that case Zafira said she'll be dying now so don't expect me.
*As he begins to speak, his eyes widen and he gags slightly*
Blake: Alright, NO. You're not going to use my body to get all friendly with something inside Sil's head. Back off.
*He backs up a bit and shakes his head, shoving Blake back down*
Apologies... If you could simply tell me what it is you want it would be far easier than me forcing you to do so.
(*disappears* good night everyone, i would stay up longer but I'm dropping (highly likely to fall asleep))
Zaf!! Seriously?!?! The world is bigger than Rose! There is more to life! Rose isn't anything, just a character.
Erica: you must be very powerful to be able to control it like that.
Zaffy! No!
I'm fucking done ok? I worked my ass off to get Loki right dor nothing. I'm done. I'm fucking done. I'm sick of anything I work towards failing so Imm done goodybe-Zaf
Fuck it...
I'm out too.
(Zaf..)
*tilts her head*
*floats back towards him*
What do I want?
*smirks*
You.
*uses the air to close the distance between them, crushing her lips to his fiercely, testing him*
Loki's nephew, he can bring people back from the dead, remember?!
Nevermind.
Bye.
(Zaf..Dan....please don't...)
Danni, you're confusing Zafira. She doesn't understand what's going on. I took over before she does something.
I dedicate this page to random impulses. I'm not here, I'm actually about to leave but when I saw 3,999 comments I had to comment! I think where I am now gives me weird random impulses....
Last time a dragged a heavy tree for a mile. I saw it today. It's bigger than I remember....
So yeah! Random impulses!!
Goodbye!
Erica: I am powerful in what I do.
(Well played, Dug, Well played...)
*A small grin comes to his lips as he wraps his arms around her, making the space between them nonexistent. He returns the kiss easily, pouring eons of experience into it*
*In their mind, Blake's anger boils to the point of being painful*
You lot should at least thank me. Between Zanida and I we've kept Zafira ALIVE.
Forgive me if I don't thank you, Loki, because if Ms. Kerias' survival relies upon a fictional character, she has bigger problems.
Ms. Kerias, and yes, I am speaking directly to you, if you honestly feel this way, PLEASE seek out any help that you can. You cannot make it on your own.
*clings to Zaf* Danni!
*returns the embrace, grinning playfully and digging her nails into his back, still kissing him*
*bites his lip, licking the blood from it and pulling back slightly*
Hmm...the voice in my head doesn't sound very happy..
*grins*
Wonder how angry we can make her.
*kissing him harder, using the air to move them so her back is pressed against a tree*
Erica: emotions. I can manipulate them with just one touch of skin..
(Those are slightly similar to my own thoughts, Sir.)
She actually is forced to think about what her characters feel, and that makes her stop. That is why I often come out. She's listening, but not in control.
*He chuckles, taking hold of her wrists and pinning her to the tree*
Believe me, Blake will be taking his anger out on something or someone once we finish, and it won't even exist by the time he's calm. But for now...
*He returns to kissing her, pressing her between his body and the tree*
(Officially making it Xan's tree.)
*grins, kissing him back, playfully running her tongue over his bottom lip*
*presses her hips against his, wrapping her legs round his waist tightly*
Erica: no. I'm not manipulating yours.
(Nope, it's already official. Deal with it.)
*The tree begins to creak in protest as he presses against her, running one hand down her body as he keeps her pinned with the other*
*shivers and grins at the creaking, biting his lip again, licking the blood from it then allowing her tongue to explore*
Erica: it can be useful. I can show you if you'd like?
Erica: *looks around at the new location* pretty.
Erica: okay. *closes her eyes momentarily then opens them, locking eyes with Xan, making happiness roar through him like a tidal wave*
*He lets out another small chuckle and begins to guide her tongue with his own, bringing her back into an intimate kiss while still exploring her body with his hand*
Blake: *in their mind* I swear to whatever gods there may be I'll kill you for this, Erebus...
You forget, I am a god. *Laughs*
Erica: *pours more happiness into him* why is it wrong to feel happy?
*smiles at his chuckle, kissing him back, allowing his tongue to guide hers*
Erica: if you would rather feel misery?
Em?
Blake: Enough of this.
*An explosion of shadows blasts Onwa back, and he falls to the ground. His aura of shadows becomes normal and the darkness fades from his eyes*
Erica: which one? There are so few compared to the negative ones..
*is blast back and cracks her head against a tree*
Ah. Seems play time is over. Very well.
*collapses to the ground, going limp as Onwa relinquishes control*
*rolls in*
*Coughs and spits as he crawls to his knees, trying to rid himself of her taste*
I'm going to strengthen the seal. Goodbye.
*Without standing, Blake sinks into his shadow, visibly shaking*
Erica: *tilts her head* *hesitantly makes Xan feel love, not towards her but to the world, to their surroundings and its beauty*
*rolls to her side and gags, spitting and retching at what just happened*
Hey, Snuuuu!
Erica: *smiles back, still only making him feel love for their surroundings, in no way influencing his emotions on her*
Erica: *frowns and shudders, squirming, heart picking up speed*
*He climbs out of the shadow of a rock on the volcano, walking quickly to the false wall which leads to his father's library. Once inside, he searches through multiple books and adds a few markings to the circle in the center of the room. After much preparation he does the ritual as normal and the temporary seal is renewed*
Much better... try keeping control through this one.
Erebus: Is that a challenge? If you'd just let me out again I would be glad to try.
Hilarious, but I'll pass. I'll never forgive you for what just happened.
Erebus: You say that like you liked me before.
Shut up. I've had enough of you for today.
*He sinks into the darkness of the room, on his way back to the forest*
*groans and straightens her shirt, shuddering*
What. The actual hell was that?!
*a chuckle ripples through her hwad but no answer*
*walks off in search of mouth wash*
*or acid*
*either works*
Erica: It's fine...I'm sorry for having influenced you. I didn't mean to cause discomfort..
*He seeps out of the shadow of a tree near Sil, and takes stride next to her, keeping his distance*
Um... sorry... for that. I should have gotten him under control sooner.
*His hooded eyes stay on the path, hands in his pockets*
Yeah..sorry. I...didn't expect that to be her plan. Let's...not tell Chi this happened. Ever.
Erica: its fine..
Agreed.
...
Who is she, anyways?
Onwa. Technically my true name but...well, James' little experiments seperated us.
Erica: its fine. I can't believe you walk around feeling like that.
Weird... I never liked James. Even when he was being a good boy. How'd she develop an interest in Erebus? We've been gone a long time.
Erica: sounds like a long time to be in pain..
(J ships it too. Hell, I may very well ship it if they DIDN'T USE MY FREAKING BODY.)
I know you have. Apparently powerful crazies attract. I didn't even know she was like that. And what was with his reaction?
Erica: stay still a minute... *focuses on all those negative emotions of his and slowly dulls them without adding more emotions*
Hey guys!
Be damned if I know. Greek gods are known for being all over the place when it comes to... ah... "that". I can't even begin to fathom how a primordial's mind works.
(Does anyone have a moment for a non-canon roleplay? I want to try something)
(*Holds out a hand for Ellie to shake*
Blake Soul, the original and the best.)
(I would, Arden, but I've got to go for dinner. I'll be back soon.)
(Because, Ellie, I was the first. Apparently also the most well liked of the three. Seems the others were "mean to Sil".
Really going now, brb.)
*nods*
Right
Erica: dulled the worst of it...
(I do, Arden.)
(Very well, Danni. Would you like to start, or shall I?
(But we all have to pretend that Rose is alive.)
(After you.)
(*hugs Danni and El*)
I see why that would be annoying.
So, how are we all?
(*Hugs El*)
(*And hugs Sil*
I'm okay, Trip. Well, I'm okay now. You?)
(I'm nice and chilled. I feel... flippy.)
*hugs Danni*
You are alive, Danni. Like I said, Rose is your way of expressing yourself. So technically, she is not dead.
An abandoned warehouse around the edges of Blogland. It's extremely large and extremely suspicious-looking. She's been gone, gone for so long, but now she's back and now she's...not the same. Her face is different, her hair is different, her attitude is different, and she's got no one to blame, but herself. She walks purposely to the other side of the warehouse, hearing the broken glass crunch beneath her boots.
Erica: *stiffens slightly, unused to contact, the hugs him back* thank you..not many would call me good.
(Rose isn't me. She's a character...)
*Trip steps out from behind a large hanging metal sheet, that has no reason to be there except to provide a cool intro shot. His hands are buried deep in his detective's jacket, his fedora obscuring his eyes*
I was sorta wondering if you'd show.
(I understand what you mean, Danni, but this is how I view Rose most of the time.)
(Trip, was that meant to be in the warehouse, or are you entering someone else's roleplay? Sorry if this sounds like a stupid question.)
(Yes, Elleni?)
*looks at the abandoned warehouse*
*isn't that sure whether it's abandoned*
*decides to walk towards it in search of an entrance*
*She looked up from her position on the ground. Something wasn't right. There was a noise that echoed faintly through the trees. She got to her feet and jogged towards a large, seemingly empty warehouse. She had never noticed it before.
She glanced around, looking for anything out of the ordinary, before she walked up to the front door and kicked it open. Might as well make herself known in a spooky old building*
Erica: that is indeed a lot of good.
She turns, a strange combination of emotions in her eyes. Her voice, on the other hand, is completely neutral, almost monotonous.
Oh. Fancy meeting you here.
(I am in fact in the abandoned warehouse. Terribly sorry for the confusion.)
Indeed.
Have you got the stuff?
*looks at Rose*
*messes around with her time powers to be the first one inside, before Rose kicked the door in*
((MY EYES HURT AARGHH!!))
*She grinned at the person across from her. She couldn't tell who it was, she didn't recognise the voice*
I'm only here to please others.
*She smirked at her*
Who are you?
Erica: *smiles* okay..
(I'm Arden Rainshadow, not that that name would mean anything to you. If you've heard of me at all, it'd be as Alia Renee Simone. I'm a horrible liar, and I'm the same person, but also someone completely different. Hopefully that clears things up.)
I don't know what you're talking about. I don't have any 'stuff' of yours.
She glances around, a faint grin crossing her face, then disappearing.
Hello, Trip, Rose, and you must be Tia. Why are you all here? Is there a party? Why wasn't I invited?
She grimaces.
I can't tell you who I am, unfortunately. You can call me Alia, though, if you'd like.
Your overly-suspicious warehouse seems to have attracted our attention, Ms Rainshadow.
Erica: the most beautiful yet
(Lovely to meet you as well.)
((Is it Ms? *is panicking*))
Wait.
You don't have the stuff?
Then who has my Jaffa Cake shipment?
(Nice to meet you. Here, have this. *hands a bottle of Blogland 2023*)
*She waved like a young child to her hero. Then she straightened, all business*
What are you doing here? I heard the breaking of glass from a while away, so I came to investigate. I don't know what the hell Trip is doing, or Tia.
*She took a step back so she stood beside Tia*
Hey, you.
Erica: *smiles at the old move and shifts slightly closer*
(Ms. is the appropriate prefix for this situation, yes.)
Ah, yes, of course. I brought it here out of curiosity, I remember now.
She laughs
And the glass breaking! I remember that, too. That'd be my glass globe collection.
She looks at the various shards of multicolored glass on the floor.
All gone now...
I don't, however, remember any Jaffa Cake shipment. Perhaps it will come to me in a moment, or perhaps you are confused.
Hey!
*leans in, whispering* Did you know that more Americans have been dumped by Taylor Swift than have died of Ebola?
Oh no! But if I don't get that shipment, I'll never have enough money to save the orphanage!
Or stop the rampaging Glargenmap!
Or kill Future Robot Hitler!
Why are all your glass globes broken? What happened in here...?
*She looked around wearily, unconsciously shrinking into Tia's side*
Why are you in the warehouse...?
Tia!! That's horrible... But true...
(I'll be gone a while, watching Silence of the Lambs.)
(<3 Anthony Hopkins. Silence of the Lambs is awesome.)
Well, perhaps it will show up? I don't remember having anything to do with it, though, so I believe you may be in the wrong building.
The globes? Oh, they all died tragic deaths. They were in my way, you see.
As for the warehouse, it's my warehouse, that's why I'm in it.
She smiles sweetly.
There are several shelves that have been knocked over and somehow thrown to the edges of the warehouse. It looks like there's enough to have once filled the place.
((*hates horror films*))
They were in your way of what...? What were you doing in here?
*The woman's smile was making her uneasy. She glanced around the warehouse and frowned at the corners of the room, seeing the discarded shelves*
No... It was very specifically put in the cryptic note: Go to the Eiffel tower's most south easterly foot in the year 2072. I'm in the right place.
*looks around warily*
I don't know.
How convenient that we all find ourselves in a strange warehouse, all bunched up, without knowing why...
(Good night, Xan!)
(Night Xan)
(Bye Xanadu.)
(Sleep well!)
I told you, I was in this warehouse because it's my warehouse and I can go in it whenever I feel like doing so.
She shakes her head. Trip Castalan, you're an idiot. It's 2014 and this is a creepy old warehouse at the edge of Blogland. Now if you'll excuse me.
She walks back towards the other end of the warehouse
*She followed the woman, slowly returning to her old self*
What were the globes in your way of? Why is there so many shelves in the corners? What happened in here?
*She reached out and took the woman's shoulder in her hand*
My name is Death Rose. What's yours?
*the plan is working*
Oh... Well, I guess I have a few years then.
So, now that I'm here, what is your problem you inevitably have?
Shakes the hand off and takes two steps away
I wanted to get to the back of the warehouse, but there were all these shelves. So I moved the shelves out of the way, and the globes mostly fell off.
She pauses for a moment.
You really don't recognize me, do you?
She looks sad for a second, then shakes it off.
Perhaps it's better that way. I told you, you can call me Alia. Or Arden, if you like. It's a bit closer.
*is shaken out of her thoughts*
Trip, not everyone has a problem or needs help with something. And you don't even know what year it is so... :P
I don't have any problems, and even if I did, I certainly don't need anybody else to fix me! The only problem I have is you! Now get out. All of you.
I think the glass was a problem and Trip was trying to volunteer for clean-up duty. *chuckles*
Oh no, she has a problem. This is all far too cool to just be a constant state of living.
Abandoned warehouse? Multicoloured glass? It's too cool.
Anyway, Arden, who were you who I used to know? Mara? Jubi?
Ed. You're Ed aren't you?
Who are you, Arden...? Please, you can tell me.
*She glanced behind her at Tia, then rolled her eyes at Trip*
I can handle the glass, believe me.
She laughs.
Yeah, I'm totally Ed, aren't I?
Sobers up almost immediately
You should go. You should really go now. Please...
I could tell you, maybe, but not Tia, and certainly not Mr. Spotter here.
Shrugs
Nothing personal.
Hey, this is hard. Throw me a bone here!
Anni? Snow?
God, I know a lot of girls.
K, going.
*walks off towards the nearest shelf*
*steps behind it*
*lies down behind it*
I'm a genius!
*darkness swirls along the floor of the warehouse, joining together as a tall, slim man in a hooded cloak*
Well this isn't New Zealand. Hello everyone.
Arden, come on.
*She gestured to the boys to leave before she looked back at the woman*
They'll leave and you and tell me. We're we close...? I'm sorry... And I'm not leaving you.
Hey Blake.
Any idea who she might be? *points at Arden, frowning with annoyance*
Ah, hello Blake. I'd say that it was a pleasure to see you, but it's not. And I don't like lying to anyone, even if I dislike them immensely.
Not a clue. Where are we anyways?
*he looks about the warehouse*
Seems like my kinda place.
*huffs* well then, great to see you to Rose it's been forever how have you been I'm fine thanks for asking.
It's nice isn't it? Feels like a place where an end of arc fight should take place.
She sighs
If you won't leave, then I will.
She turns and runs, a whirlwind of broken glass appearing behind her, once there's enough distance between her and everyone else
*is peering from behind the shelf*
Oh.
*gets up*
I guess the party's over...
Balloons and streamers start falling from the ceiling
*examines the floating glass, a look of interest on his face*
Air perhaps? That'd make her an elemental.
*She rolled her eyes at Blake then looked after Arden. She swore and then followed, her arms crossed in front of her face to protect herself from the glass*
Hey!! Wait up!!
Happy birthday, Arden!!!!
*jumps into the fairly sparse confetti*
That gives a strong vibe of LITERALLY EVERYONE I JUST LISTED.
Sparky? I can kind of see that... Is it Ari reincarnated? I can see that...
*begins to walk around, occasionally stooping to inspect a shard of glass*
The glass settles to the ground, but the balloons and streamers make it hard to see too far in any direction. As soon as they hit the floor, they fall through it and appear from the ceiling again.
Her voice comes from somewhere that sounds vaguely upwards--maybe through some sort of speaker system, maybe just distorted by the balloons or something.
I don't want to hurt you. Please...just go.
Is the warehouse like my bar?
Is the warehouse alive?
The glass comes in all manner of colors, and they all seem to have designs on them. One looks like it has the edge of a lake on it, another a tree, another a green and brown bit surrounded by blue (it looks vaguely like Australia) Most of the shards, however, are too tiny to tell anything..
*She brought a knife from her coat pocket and started slicing her way through the balloons*
You won't hurt me! It's okay!! And, I don't know who you are, but I will. I want to know who you are! You're a friend, I know that much!
*hits the ground with glass piercing her suit and cutting her arm*
...
I guess she was right...
*recedes from the part of the warehouse occupied by Arden, clutching her bleeding arm*
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