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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«Oldest ‹Older 3801 – 4000 of 4509 Newer› Newest»She doesn't answer any of the guesses about her identity or the guesses about the warehouse
"Hurt us" she says. If she really does know us she knows how hard that is to do.
*He calls up to where the voice came from*
We simply want to talk. Is such a demanding request?
The balloons and streamers clear, settling on the ground and staying there. There's no sign of Arden/Alia/whoever she secretly is.
You don't understand. I've seen this happen before. It can't... It can't happen here, not to me.
Her voice hardens
But I guess it does. I guess this is where it ends.
The foundations of the warehouse begin to crumble...
*he raises his arms, darkness following his movement and supporting the structure*
Nice try, but please refrain from doing that.
I agree with Death, you are a friend. A friend who will not tell me who they are.
And that just makes me want to know all the more.
Mara, Ari and Jabi wouldn't make sense...
Sparky didn't really know very much about me OR my job...
I maintain it isn't Adra...
Snow is an unlikely possibility...
I feel like Ed would have already tried to steal all my money by this point...
It could still be Anni, Oscar, or one of her crew.
Yes, that seems likely...
*She looked above her and frowned and the trembling building*
Arden!! Please... We can help you!!
*wraps tape around her wound*
*says "Humanity's gift to the universe. Humanity's gift to the universe. Tape. Duct tape." as she applies tape to the cracks forming in the warehouse*
*begins to pick up interesting pieces of glass faster judging that he'll soon need to vacate*
...
Fabi?
The building adjusts itself around the shadows, continuing to crumble
I don't care how much power you have, Blake Soul. It's my fucking warehouse. Get out.
Help me? Really? I thought this Blogland was a place for criminals to escape their past. Besides, I'm sick of people helping me. I'm sick of being the pathetic one, while you lot are practically gods.
She smiles, not that you could see her
I look forward to making the tables turn.
You're close, so close and yet so far.
I'm not really practically a god...
Especially considering that my power is waning.
Unsurprising after forty years of wax, but still, not pleasant.
And no, blogland is a place for friends to gather and meet. When did we become a safe haven for criminals?
Are you the delivery guy?
My power? You forget, I'm not just me.
*his left eye become filled with shadows and he splays his hands, darkness covers the entire building, practically creating a new one*
Now please. Talk sensibly.
Oh, dear...
*runs out of tape with the building still collapsing*
*finds Rose*
I guess this is it...
*She smiled at the roof, watching it crumble*
It is a place to escape your past, but sometimes, the past finds you. It found me. And now, you'll tell me who you are, because this building will come down on me. I'm not leaving! Who are you? Let me help!
*She looked at Tia and smiled at him*
Get the others out. I'm not going.
Saph? Mith? Rhydian?
The floor beneath Blake's feet pulses with blue light, teleporting him to a grocery store in Munich
*is still picking up glass*
Death, get by me. I think I'm still powerful enough to shield us from the debris.
The floor beneath Death and Tia pulses similarly, sending them to a bus stop in London
Missy? Is this a dramatic return?
*looks around*
Still no closer to New Zealand...
Trip, I'll be fine. Get out.
They know where the door is. You made sure of that.
*looks around* This building isn't just being destroyed - it's destroying itself.
Let's hope we've done enough to hold it.
*She yelped and looked around, confused. She saw Tia and relaxed a little*
London?! We are seriously in London! Gah!
*She looked around, pulled out a pen, and started drawing sigils on the concrete*
Cassidy? Star?
Hunter, is that you?
I was going to suggest nine and three quarters, but you're good...
The building collapses
*Tuts.*
*The sound*
*Not the Pharaoh*
Waste of an entirely serviceable warehouse.
(Hey, Sir! Could've been the Midday Warehouse, you never know...)
*his fingers move with his arm in a beautiful arc over his head, the air sparkling purple over Trip's head a moment before a solid shield appears, and a moment later the debris hits*
*appears next to Sir in a swirl of darkness*
Agreed. I did try my best to save it...
*When the ground was covered in symbols, she took Tia's hands and tapped one behind her. They teleported back to the warehouse, just as the last bit crumbled around them*
Tia... I'm sorry... I... I wasn't quick enough...
*from under the rubble*
Hey Sir...
Fancy using your weird occult powers to get me out of this?
And if it was you I'm never giving you benefit of the doubt again.
*looks at the rubble*
Where is Ms Rainshadow?
*Sighs.*
Lovely, more drudgery and darkness. Greetings, Mr. Soul.
I fail to see what the time of day has to do with it, Ms. Halcyon.
(@Sir Sort of like the Midnight Hotel...)
I take great of offense to that. Darkness happens to be my thing.
Mr. Castalan, my powers merely involve moving between dimensions. If you'd like, I could transport you to one in which everything is exactly the same as in this dimension, except for that the alternate version of you disappeared a mere moment before you hopped into existence.
Indeed, Mr. Soul. As it appears to be everyone's thing. Tell me, how many corners have you cynically sat in, recently? If the answer is more than 8, you may have a problem.
*She heard Trip's voice and started pulling the debris off him*
*still under the rubble*
What would you call 'recently'?
Sir! I didn't know you could do that! That is... That is amazing... And may come in useful later on...
(Arden?)
*She kept a heavy chunk of wood on Trip's chest but cleared the rest away. Then she sat beside him, frowning*
Would Arden still be under here...?
As for whether or not it was me, well...
Of course not.
Don't be ridiculous.
My best guess would be Ms. Eve the ever-indurate.
Ms. Rose, it honestly isn't even close to amazing, considering the fact that you associate with gods and sorcerers on a day-to-day basis. It's the hat.
Nope, Arden's long gone. *stands*
But I did manage to salvage a lot of glass.
Eve the Rock... My lord... I haven't heard from her for so long... Sir, I may associate myself with gods, but you know one too, don't forget. I need your hat...
Where did she go? Did she disappear? Leave? Is she still here, watching us? What is her endgame?
*She looked at Trip and frowned as he stood*
Even I couldn't lift that thing...
*She shrugged and got back to her feet, walking to Tia and holding him close*
Aye, Death. She and I only ever spoke once.
Oh, that wooden thing?
*his eyes widen*
How did I move that?
I remember when she was a regular, Trip... That was a long, long time ago...
I must admit, Rose, that while some weird things have happened in Blogland, this is still one of the weirdest.
Maybe you're the Hulk, Trip. Just, a lot calmer...
She already told you, Ms. Halcyon.
Even still, Ms. Rose.
Adrenaline, possibly, Mr. Castalan.
What's weird about this...?
That's only because you weren't there when it became a wild west film on the moon.
Slowly, all that's left of the warehouse, balloons and glass shards melts into the ground, except for one small piece of wood, which remains by Rose's foot.
A mysterious stranger shows up, destroys a warehouse, and leaves.
This doesn't happen every day.
....
Zafira.
You'd be surprised, Tia.
*Do my glass shards melt?*
Death! Grab that! *rushes over to her*
((Groot?))
And the destruction is complete...
*She frowned at the warehouse, instantly reminded of the Midnight Hotel. Her frown deepened when she saw the piece of wood by her foot. She picked it up and turned it in her hands, confused*
Guys...?
*She shrugged and looked at Tia*
It happens... Some days are weirder than others...
Blake, I highly doubt it would be Zaf. She's at a friend's house tonight.
Most of the shards in Trip's hand remain, but the one with the tree and the one with the Australia both melt.
The piece of wood by Rose's foot does what most pieces of wood do, that is, nothing. It's slightly damp, but other than that, is just a normal piece of wood.
Ah, didn't know that. The sinking and control of a building was what Clara did... And she never was a very good fighter, making the comment about us being "gods" understandable.
Anni would make sense. Anni and Sir are my prime suspects, with Fabi, Star and co and Missy as my secondaries.
((Sorry if I'm out of it. It's 2.45 am here, and I did go to sleep at 5.30 in the morning yesterday so I'm sleepy. If I fall asleep, good night!))
*She tossed the piece of wood into the air, caught it again, and frowned*
Mine isn't magical... Trip, what's going on with your glass?
Unfortunately, Ms. Crowley was last seen as a pirate.
(Tia!! You should sleep!!)
But rp, Rose!
(But sleep!!)
The roleplay will be here in the morning, Ms. Halcyon.
Yeah, I live in Britain too, Death.
Uh, some of it went, some didn't.
It very well may be Delivery Guy.
Delivery Guy doesn't seem like the type, but there's always the possibility.
((also, Annika just went to bed. was talking to her via twitter))
((hi by the way, been ghosting))
(Sleep, Trip! Apparently sleep is now an intended feature.)
(Heya, Snuuuu!)
(Trip!! You should sleep too!!)
So, wood and Australia...
Brad! Brad Wood!
(Never!)
Snow! You too are suspect!
(Wait, none of you actually know who this is? Wow. I'll admit I hadn't anticipated that.)
Maybe, but he didn't seem the type to turn himself into a girl, nor complain about being weak.
(Who are you?? *cries*)
(well, thanks trip. nice to know i'm suspected.)
(Hey, we have to try and work from every bloglandian who ever existed! There's a large catalogue.)
Silente must be kept in the equation, she certainly has acted like this in the past.
(I have an idea or two.
But really, I think most of us know that you're-
*falls asleep*)
((Good night, I'm off to sleep now!))
It is, Snow. Shows I care enough about you to suspect you of trying to kill me with a crumbling warehouse.
(Goodnight Tia!)
Good night, Ms. Halcyon.
((I kill everyone I adore. obviously))
(Night Tia!)
((Duh. Thx babe))
(I don't want to turn this into a guessing game, and I have nothing more to do in the roleplay at present, so I believe I'll be on my way. Goodnight, everyone.)
(Well, they're not Australian... Adra...?)
(You are genuinely a monster. Silente, J'accuse!)
(I was thinking Adra, but I just didn't feel it. It didn't seem to click with how she does things. Plus, if we're gonna go all meta, Adra would have written the actions using asterixes.)
Well, whoever it is, they write good night as a single word.
It might be Luce.
SIR.
HI! :D
((Not sure if I'm really here, still working on my art homework.))
Greetings, Ms. Cryptic.
You know that makes you pretty suspicious, right Fabi?
Greetings, Sir. It's been ages since we've spoken.
Hi Trip, Death, Arden(?).
How are you all?
Slowly doubting my sanity...
I am roleplaying on another sight as Leo Valdez...
All the fangirls are swarming
help.
My recommendation is mace, Ms. Stormberg.
The medieval weapon, that is.
Indeed, Ms. Cryptic. How do you fare?
Maybe that's what the S stands for. Suspicious.
[shrugs]
I really am working on my art homework, though. I've drawn the sugar bowl and the pitcher, and now I'm doing the teapot.
I'm perplexed, Fabi.
Who IS Leo Valdez?
OH MY GOSH. BLOOD OF OLYMPUS IS OUT, ISN'T IT?
I need to read that!
I'm okay. I've had quite a number of adventures this past week or two, ranging from awesome to not-awesome, but overall I'm okay.
A character from Hero's of Olympus. I was bored, and so i started roleplaying as him. Now there is no way out except to SLAUGHTER ALL THE FANGIRLS
Perplexed? Is there anything I can help with?
Leo Valdez is from Heroes of Olympus (the series after Percy Jackson).
Is it? I've got to check my Kindle, I pre-ordered it...
My brother bought Blood Of Olympus yesterday. He's reading it. I can read it next, so long as I've finished TDOTL. so now i'm kinda speeding through that.
The release date was early October. The seventh, I think. I never get books on their release date, though, so I don't know.
This whole thing that just happened.
It perplexes me.
But first, I must sleep.
Goodnight.
Good night, Trippy Dippy Doo
Oh.
I really need to start reading through comments again...
I'm not sure when, though.
NO DON'T SPEED THROUGH TDOTL D:
IT'LL BE OVER.
Do you mind if I join you on Quotev?
Good night, Trip. Sleep well.
Sure, join quotev anywhere. :)
Thank you. :-)
To confirm, that wasn't me. I'm at V's house and so its not me. I'll be in Great Adventure tomorrow too, so I swear it isn't me, I love you guys but when I'm on Kingda Ka, I'm not commenting. Anyone think of Ari? If they're on tomorrow assume no, Ari's going to Comic Con tomorrow so...-Zaf
You should be sleeping!!
Zaffy be fine.-Zaf
Sleepy...boom boom-Zaf
Zaffy will be tired!!
Told you! You better not comment again... You need your sleep!
Hey El.
*Hugs back*
Just took a quiz on quotev... nothing better to do so I've decided to share the result, apparently my soul is ancient.
"Your soul has been hanging around the earth since the near beginning of time. Whether because of a passion to breathe and be part of the living, or because of some hard past making you not able to move. Whatever it is, you have some unfinished business. You're wise and truthful, and by far modest. Your inner self has adapted to the world around them from the years of service to earth and you most likely can read and understand people much better than most. Your morals are good and judging by your past life, you are still seeking something whether a person or an understanding. Whatever it is, you seem content on staying till you find it."
Nothing much. Eating too many lollies and laying on bed because I can't be stuffed moving... Today is my lazy day. I can eat all the junk food I want, wear whatever the hell I feel like, stay wherever I want, watch whatever I want, do whatever I want.
And I am.
What about you?
Blake isn't, but it was J taking this quiz.
I just found the same quiz and... Tada!
Ancient
Your soul has been hanging around the earth since the near beginning of time. Whether because of a passion to breathe and be part of the living, or because of some hard past making you not able to move. Whatever it is, you have some unfinished business. You're wise and truthful, and by far modest. Your inner self has adapted to the world around them from the years of service to earth and you most likely can read and understand people much better than most. Your morals are good and judging by your past life, you are still seeking something whether a person or an understanding. Whatever it is, you seem content on staying till you find it.
Piano sounds like fun. I apparently have 'piana fingers', whatever that means... I just think I have nice hands...
*Hugs*
You're too good at drawing for your own good...
And apparently slenderman is the monster lurking in his heart.... J seems to be a mysterious fellow.
I do have small palms...
Oh! The tips of all of my fingers (thumbs excluded) are super bendy... And 8/10 toes are double jointed...
Just thought you should know.
Hullo, author here. I'll be speaking until further notice.
You are too a good artist, a great one, I daresay. Anyone who can make Blakey Kitty is awesome in my book.
*Waves to J*
Hey.
So, apparently, due to having long fingers and a square palm, I'm a thinker...
*Hugs Ellie*
Nice to finally meet you two as myself, Blake and I really aren't much alike...
I have to admit though, me on the internet isn't much like me face to face either. Maybe after years of knowing someone... But hey, enough about me. I'm starting to sound full of myself.
No I'm not...
So, my sister has a friend named Nick.
It was his 18th yesterday, so N made him a cake. On it, it said
'Lick the ____ Nick'
Don't worry, you'll figure out what it spaces are if you havent already.
And he Nick did.
'Lick the cake Nick'
Simple and honest. Nothing wrong with taking a lick of your own birthday cake.
Unless you have a dirty mind and put something else in that blank.
No.... It rhymes with Nick and lick....
My sister also drew a picture on it...
Well then, your friends have dirty minds.
That is my family for you.
I HAD MY DAD'S UNDERWEAR THROWN AT ME YESTERDAY BECAUSE I TRIED TO SAVE MY LITTLE BROTHER!! AND I DONT KNOW IF IT WAS CLEAN!!
They're not my friends... N is my sister...
I know...
Oh.
Your family seems strange with little regard for hygiene of the mind or body...
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand everyone is gone.
(Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaan someone appears.)
(Hello Elleni.)
(Ugh yeah, well, she's a girl.....and, she had long black hair that's practically dead straight. And she usually wears it in the stereotypical, young, childish, two ponytails. And she has dark eyes and overall looks very young. You know, she's not muscly either...yeah...that enough?)
*Waves to Raven*
Hi, I'm Blake's author. Nice to meet you.
(*waves back*
Hey Blake's Author, nice to meet you too.)
Sooo..... it's one in the morning and I've not a thing to do. Nowhere near tired and people seem to be disappearing from here at a rapid pace...
(HELLO?
*echoes*
HELLO....HELLo...HELlo...HEllo...Hello...hello......)
(Well you should sleep, because sleep is good.)
Who needs sleep? I'm not tired anyways...
My sister and I just went for a Hungry Jacks run.
Results:
Mango sundaes = no
Frozen coke in 28*C heat = FUCK YES
Burgers = Perfection
Chips = Ish...
(And just when I was about to start singing Mr Lonely, you appear.)
And I may get a little distant... Eating lollies with my sister while watching Bathurst car racing thing...
(Hello Rose.
Mmmm...Hungry Jacks...yum!)
It was my first time at Hungry Jacks. I'm impressed.
Hi Rave!
(So rose, how's the Bathurst going?)
*Cuddles Rose, hugging her close and resting his head against her*
I've missed this... Chi won't be on for weeks... I need someone to cuddle...
New track record in history, which is awesome. Quick dude.
*Hesitantly cuddles J back and relaxes against him*
I've missed this too... I'm not allowed on here for a week, starting Monday...
*Frowns, his expression becoming sad*
Why..?
*She hid her face in his chest*
Because I need to do school work and get back on top of everything again... Em told me so. But she can't stop me emailing!
Yeah.... do you have my email?
*Nuzzles her gently, happily accepting her body's warmth*
I don't know... Mines deathyrose@gmail.com
*She smiled into his chest and held him closer*
I missed this so much...
*He sighs and strokes her hair, keeping one hand around her*
I have too, and this is way better than Erebus and Onwa going at it earlier...
*She chuckled and smiled up at him*
That was just disturbing... I was watching that... That was icky... But this? This is wonderful and warm...
*he presses his forehead against hers, smiling as he looks into her eyes and cuddles her*
Mhm, I wouldn't give this up for the world. Well, I would for Chi but that's different...
*She sighed contentedly and closed her eyes*
I wouldn't trade this for the world... Except for Loki... But that's different.
*She beamed and opened them again, mischief dancing through her eyes*
Har har har, aren't you just a perfect little comedian.
*He chuckles and pulls her into another tight embrace, falling back and pulling her on to him*
*She grinned at J and then squealed when he fell back. She frowned at him, laying on his chest*
Now that, that wasn't funny... That was scary... And I am NOT perfect. You should know that...
Aw sure it was funny, just as funny as your mockery *he winks* I didn't mean to scare you though... I'm sorry...
*She frowned and curled up on his chest*
I don't like falling... But it's okay... And I hate you.
*She tapped his chest in a mock punch*
You're a meanie.
Would a meanie do this?
*He wraps his arms around her tightly and rests his chin on her head, sighing happily*
A meanie pretending not to be a meanie would...
*She smiled against his chest again and nuzzled his neck*
You're a very, very evil man...
*He smiles, rubbing her arms gently as he cuddles her*
You don't seem to mind...
*She shivered as she felt his hands on her arms*
Maybe I do and I'm just making you feel better by making you think I do enjoy this... That I do enjoy being cuddled by a meanie...
If you don't then I'll stop... *His voice is dripping with mock sadness, and he gives her a melodramatic pout*
*She pressed up against his chest to look at J, sadness in her eyes*
Don't... Please... I like it... Birds of a feather stick together...
I know, I was messing
*Hi sticks his tongue out and wags it at her, nuzzling her happily*
*She glared playfully back at him and smiled at his nuzzle*
You're odd... But warm... And mean... Eh, what can you do? People with poor circulation can only take what they can get.
And you call me a meanie...
*He holds her close to his chest, his warmth*
But I'm glad you like doing this... I don't know what I'd do if you didn't...
*She hesitantly rested her ice cold hands against his chest, trembling from the instant heat*
Mmm... I'm glad too... I don't get warm cuddles anymore... Loki's cold and Blakey is a meanie. A really big meanie... But you're a funny meanie and I like you. You are my new warm cuddle giver.
I don't try to be mean...
*He pouts and curls up, gently squishing her a little*
It's okay... You're a much better mean...
*She screwed up her face at him but didn't complain against him*
*She reached out to cuddle El too*
You aren't... But Blakey gave special cuddles... And so does J... They're not like normal cuddles... I don't know why... Sorry...
*She frowned after El*
Sorry...
*Holds Rose around her waist, looking up at her with sad eyes*
I'm sorry I haven't done this in so long, Chi was really upset...
Yay! Now I have a ghosting buddy.
*She nodded sadly and pressed her cheek against his chest*
It's okay, J. I know she was... I'm sorry too...
(*Another Rose appears between El and Raven*)
(*The other Rose becomes transparent*
I'm here to ghost too...)
Why are you sorry? All you want are warm cuddles...
*He moves his hands from her waist to her shoulders, holding her tightly*
(*Blake appears as a transparent entity as well*
Bah, look at him. Taking all my cuddles...)
Because if I didn't fight Blake and then cuddle afterwards, this wouldn't have happened... Chi wouldn't have got super upset... There would be nothing between us to be shipped...
*She snuggled closer against him, sighing heavily*
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