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 1401 – 1600 of 4509 Newer› Newest»ALWAYS FEAR, DUGGLYN IS HERE!!!!!
How be's yous?! How be's yous eyes?!
:'/
*kind of... just.... *
Hey Dug, hey Adwa. *hugs*
Hey peeps!
Adra? You ok?
*offers hugs if she wants*
Sorry, parental issues. What else is new.-Zaf
(Gtg, pie!
I thought I had time... :(
*Takes their hugs, laying quietly beneath them*
Have fun with your pie. ;P
What's up, Adra?
Just.... You know. >.<
I do. *hugs a lot*
*nods* okay..
It's like my energy is completely gone, and just everything around me has just been squeezed out and depleted..
You used to prescribe nuts for that, have you had any nuts?
I take Omega 3 pills twice a day, and B vitamins once a day as well... :/ trust me, I'm getting my nutrients..
Hello, Adra! *hugs*
But nuts are far more pleasant than damn nutrition pills!
Pills will always be pills, tasteless if not bitter, and purely chemical. It's no wonder they don't work if your mind is thinking "I take these pills to feel better." rather than "I'm eating these nuts because I feel down. Mmm, salty!"
Not to mention, delicious calories...
>:l
Nuts are natures pills.
If you know what I mean. :P
I do, but... I just don't like peanuts as much as cashews, and I can only have so many. To be honest, there are better ways for getting omega threes, and right now, i'm getting what i need so..
*nature's
If medical professionals say that's best, but in your case I'd say you need something a bit simpler.
I'm getting my omega threes though, trip. Just, let it go, please.
Okay.
Anyway, what music is in the charts at the moment? Because I have no clue.
I don't either..
(I'm back... Kinda...)
(Hey Death! What's in the charts? We don't know.)
(Hey Trip.
Am I supposed to listen to the radio...? Whoops...)
*hugs Rose* Hi :)
How are you holding up?
*Hugs Tia back*
I'm okay now. I still believe in what I said, but I'm okay.
Oh, okay. *throws Death aside while rooting through a box that might tell me what's in the chats. Draws up a Tia*
Tia! What's in the charts?
@Trip I hate ads on radio. I don't do radio. Try googling Vodafone UK Top 40
okay, I'll be distand now for a few.
*Yelps as she’s thrown aside*
Hey!! I listen to the good stuff! Nickelback, whoever sings ‘Sex and Candy’, Fall Out Boy, Panic! At the Disco, Short Stack…
I’m still early 2000’s, Trip…
KK Adra.
What about Radio One? There's no ads on that AND it plays the charts.
Okay, Adra.
Rose... I trust you to survive. I know you'll survive.
(You're stronger than you know.)
*their heads touch when hugging... awkward*
I'm sixties, eighties and naughties, and I haven't known what was number one for ears.
I don't remember how that was supposed to be relevant.
Enjoy that nugget of information anyhow.
@Adra See you soon!
@Trip I find that generally people talk too much on the radio as well. I haven't found my perfect radio station.
*She turned her head to look at Tia*
You lie. Thank you, I don't believe you, and you're lying, but thanks... I think...
In Tasmania. That's where all the good songs are...
I have an orthodontist appointment now... I'll be back later...
I... I'm not lying... *looks at Rose*
*whispers* I believe in you. And that's not a lie.
((Have a good day, Rose!))
*(Good night, Trip!))
There's nothing to believe in, Tia...
(I've got a few spare moments...)
There's you. That's not nothing.
Hello.
*Hugs* Hey
Wb, Adra!
Hello, Niccoló!
*Whispers* Thank you..
Me is nothing. We are the same thing. Nothingness and myself.
Niccolo, my lord, it's been a while...
Hello Taia, Noelle.
Is there any specific way you'd like to set this up?
(I don't know if I'm stereotyping, but it seems that whenever an Indian student comes in late, they roll up in a black Mercedes with silver trim... Four just came then...)
Well, that's what I'm trying to say - you're wrong. You are much more than nothing. You have to understand that...
Hello Death, as well.
It has been, indeed. Admittedly, I'm having difficulty separating my own mannerisms from Alastair's, having not spoken as myself in so long, so I apologize for any negative effects that may result from that.
Um... I hadn't gotten that far, actually. I just felt like you two hadn't had enough interaction time, and thouhght that i would enjoy going further in depth with it
(@Rose Huh... that's a weird coincidence.)
That's actually pretty racist...
@Adra Closer to a stereotype methinks.
Racism: Racism consists of both prejudice and discrimination based in social perceptions of biological differences between peoples. It often takes the form of social actions, practices or beliefs, or political systems that consider different races to be ranked as inherently superior or inferior to each other, based on presumed shared inheritable traits, abilities, or qualities. It may also hold that members of different races should be treated differently.
Stereotype: a widely held but fixed and oversimplified image or idea of a particular type of person or thing.
Closer to none of them, actually.
Alright. I'm afraid I may not be able to aid you very well in coming up with anything at the moment, though I shall try to if you'd like.
...
Thank you for that insightful contribution, Tia.
Okay, Niccolo... I'll just... Make something up, I guess.
*Adra's sitting on the portico of her lab, on the small swing that she has, sipping her tea* *Shuts her eyes in slight bliss, and rubs her belly*
(Admittedly, I don't remember if Adra's had Cara or not; I'm fairly certain that she had Cara at TLC; TLC being made after these times, so...)
My sincerest apologies, Tia, for having spelled your name wrong in my earlier comment.
I imagine I could make something up, if you please- it's occurred to me that I shall have an easier time of becoming familiar with myself as another kind of sadist than myself as I would like to think and act.
No, it's okay, Nic.
(That's ok, Niccoló, it happens a lot.)
(I must go now. Good night Adra, Niccoló and Rose!)
Good night, Tia. Sleep well.
Purple!
((Alright. I am so grateful, then, that this isn't canon.))
*appears just in front of Adra* *falters for a moment, hesitating, but only for a moment before a smirk spreads itself across his face* Hello, heathen.
(As am I...)
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*Adra jumps, her eyes flickering up, then widening in surprise* Niccolo...? Why do you call me that?
*his eyes gleam at the way she addresses him* Because that's what you are. A worthless, lowly nonbeliever. And you'd raise that child against the gods, too. *breaks into a grin* Better that I just do away with it now.
*Things quickly fall into place for her, and immediately, she begins to draw symbols over her arms in pen, and they glow faint colors* Might I ask what your name is?
(sorry...)
(*ghosting*)
Niccoló Croatoan. Just as you know me, only less disgustingly faithless. *throws a gust of air in her direction, aiming to throw her off the swing and slam her into whatever solid thing her back would happen to hit first*
((You need not apologize for anything.
Hello, Dugglyn.))
(*hugs Dugz*
*watches rp*)
(*hugs Silly*
HI!!!!! Brb...)
(*hugs dugz tightly*
*whispers* happy.
*releases her*)
*She tumbles and falls off the back, hitting the floor, the wind rushing from her legs, and reflex tears spring into her eyes* You aren't Niccolo Croatoan...
*She grabs for the door of her lab, working on swinging it open, and hauls herself inside*
*throws a knife at the hinge of the door while it's open in an attempt to keep it that way* *begins to laugh as he strides towards her again* You sacrilegious creatures are so delusional, it's almost amusing.
(*hugs Sil back*
Yay!! Why?)
(Cause Matex.)
(I thought you guys said Nicolo was an upstanding member of society... Unless Adra's right and this isn't really him.)
(Oh, what happened?! How did you talk to him?! Email? How's he doing he hasn't been on in a long time...!)
(He is, usually.)
(Hey Blake!!)
(Greetings, strange ones. Have I missed anything important?)
(@Dugz he's okay. I understand why the silence now. Completely my fault. He emailed me. We've talked bout some things...malente is back. Not as you know it.)
*She refrains from touching the tip of the knife, and grabs a coat from a hanger beside the door- it's large enough to cover her chest and belly, and therefore her child; it's protective material, from the majority of weapons and diseases*
*She grabs a blade called a bat'leth, with a long curved blade with handles coming off one side, which she holds with concern*
Might I ask why you've decided to come after me, of all the rest of the people here?
(*claps with joy*
I'M A STRANGE ONE!!!!_!!!!!!!!
THANKS BLAKE!!!!! :)))))))) :D :D :D :D :D :D :D
And Idk. Haven't been on though I did read everything I missed!)
(*Sighs and shakes his head*
Yup... you're a strange one, Dug.)
(*hug Blake*
Hello.)
(Oh! But what about Vivilente? And how is it different?
Soy sauce for all the questions if you get tired of them lemme know!!)
(Shoot, brb)
(*Stiffly hugs Sil back*
Hey.)
(Wait, "child"? Adra is pregnant?)
(Vivilente still exists. They're still going strong. The participants of Malente have changed slightly. It's not the characters..)
(This is from when Adra WAS pregnant Blake.
*punches his arm*)
(Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh. Confused me for a moment, thought it happened again.
*Grabs her fist and flips her over on to her back*
What in our history together made you think that was a good idea?)
((Hello Blake, Silente.
It is me, from a period in which Mevolent was manipulating my true name.))
Call it a sign from the gods- or, since you cling to your inferior perspective, call it a whim. *removes the knife from the door on his way in, laughing again at the coat and blade* If you really think that will protect you, you're an even sadder creature than I took you for. *draws a knife that glows black in his hand, and throws it at her stomach; this is one of the few he has that he imagines would simply burn through the fabric*
(*grins up at him like an evil munchkin*
I'd hugged you. Balance needed to be restored.)
(*Raises an eyebrow*
Then I suppose I should hit you. For the sake of balance, after all.
*His fists glow harshly, and an equally harsh smile spreads across his face*)
(So you the author and Matex the author? Do you actually know know him?)
(*glomps rose*)
*She sees that the knife is beginning to glow, and prepares the blade, and, once he throws it, swings with wicked precision- hitting the hilt, and knocking it away from her* *Tightens her jawline* Quit insulting me in my house. Want some tea, instead of trying to kill me?
(*she looks cute like an imp*
*he just looks like an ugly evil weirdo*
No..don't.
@Dugz sorta. Through email we do.)
(*Attacks the brackets Rose happens to be hiding behind*
(>0o0)>==============O)))
(Cool!!! :))))))) That's awesome!!!!! And you're so happy too!!!! :)))))))))
(*stands between Blake and Silly*
No! D: don't hit her Blake! :O)
(*hugs Duggy* happy. *glomps*)
(B- but she hit me... or tried to, at least ;-;)
Excuse me, OH MY GOD ITS NICCOLÒ!!!! *hugs* now in character time.-Zaf
*eyes Niccolò* They tell me that the famous Niccolò Croatoan is here. Do you know my name?
*catches his knife with shadows, bringing it back into his grip* Tea, with a filthy heathen? I'm not that pathetic. *sends sharpened shadows around her to target her back*
((((((*Screams and puts up more brackets*))))))
(the word glomps is a good word...)
(He deserved it!)
(*Coughs*Zafit'snotcanonandinthepast*coughs*)
(Wait wha?
Didn't she just hug you? ;~;
*screams as she get golmped*
*noms Silly's face*
:D happiness feels good!!!!)
((And so I'm not allowed to let Loki talk to Nic? Is that a sin? Just because I realize he's in the past it doesn't mean I can't let my character talk to him, you wouldn't even know him Blake.-Zaf
((((((((((((((((((((HELP!!))))))))))))))))))))
(*mock screams as her face is nommed* I am not a lolly pop!)
(Hey Blake, the mouse wants to know if the cat wants to play. Non cannon of course.)
(*Continues to attack the brackets*
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(>>o<)>========>((((
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(#thinkinginhashtags
#help!)
((Hello, Zafira.
I apologize if I've misled you by my appearance here; I am only present outside of canon.
I am not certain exactly what you mean by "in character", but I'll be pleased to speak to you within these parenthesis, Loki. I do know your name, through my author and your interactions with my other name, though I admit that I would not have known it otherwise.))
(*is rather confused and stops nomming her face*
Wait what?! You're not?! 0.0
*wails.at the sky*
My whole life has been a lie!
*dies*)
(D: *ressurects Dug*)
((Zaf..*warning look* calm down.))
((((((*Looks at Blake fearfully*))))))
(The cat would gladly bat the mouse around a bit.
*Intensifies attacking of brackets*
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(#comesbacmtolife
#thanks!)
((*hugs Nic tightly* Oh my god....it's you....I'm crying in real life, I'm in shock. On my god. How are you?-Zaf
So it's you. *for once, he voice is full of respect* Zafira spoke highly of you. This is a rare honor.
(Ahh! I did it in a blog comment! Darn you Afro! :P,',',',,',)
(@Blake okay. You wanna start? *flicks the rp switch to 'non cannon'*)
(((((((((((((((((((((*Glances towards Loki* HELP!?))))))))))))))))))
*Adra's pushed forward, and stumbles to her knees, the floor ripples, and The knife that he threw at her earlier slides to her, and she grasps it in her fingers tightly*
(Zafira, this is only between us..)
(*gives Rose more ()*
(((((((((((((((((((((((((((:)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
#lotso'chinsonthedoublesidedsmileyface!
#applesauce!)
*A flash of light scorches the ground, making a nice little patch of burnt earth for the half-angel to look all dramatic on. He draws two swords, one large and ornate, pulsing with a divine power. The other seems mundane, it's only distinguishing feature is an odd trigger on the grip*
You read for this, shorty?
(*cooks Duggy*)
(*is cooked alive*
*screams*
No.. Sil... stop!
*dies*)
(Brb!)
You betcha ugly.
*compared to Blake she looks tiny and unprepared*
*is wearing a cocky grin*
Bring it big boy.
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^(-o-)^
*Charging his final attack on the brackets*)
Please don't make this turn ugly...
(*resurrects the cooked dugz*
*peels off some dug meat and feeds some to dug*
*and to wingless*)
*He points the seemingly lesser of the two swords at her, squeezing the trigger. Highly pressurized water shoots out of it's tip.
Salt water, that is*
((Sorry, shouldn't let my emotions get best of me. -Zaf
*laughs and dives to the side, rolling to avoid the. water*
A water pistol sword?? I want one!
(((((((((Can you help me, please, Loki? Blake is trying to get through the brackets!!)))))))
((*makes the brackets of ice* Now he can try.))
*With a flap of his wing, he appears beside her*
That's not all, the blade is made of sliver.
*He slashes both swords at her, one from either side*
Niccolò said he'd speak to you within parentheses, so it's not as though they're ignoring your/Loki's existence. Breathe, Zafira.
(*is alive*
*screams when her skin is pulled off*
*tries to spit herself out but then realizes she likes the taste*
*chews it, swallows then takes a bite of her arm*)
I couldn't go back pages, I get an error message. I'm calmer. I'm sorry, not the best pile of emotions on me currently. Sorry...-Zaf
*flips backwards to avoid the swords, kicking Blake in the face at the same time*
*lands in a crouch and taps some sigils up her arms, putting the heel of her palms together and sending a stream of energy for his face*
(Ice? Really? I think that made them weaker. Ice is pretty easy to break.
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Why did I bother..
I'm sorry, Niccolò, we will have to do this another time. This has made me feel worse...
(*laughs*
*feeds dug more dug meat*
*trying to avoid being bitten by dug*)
(*Takes Loki and places in just behind the brackets* Hide me.)
(Adra...)
((*hugs Adra* sorry that you feel worse...))
[hugs Noelle]
I'm sorry.
*He spins as he recoils from the kick, allowing the shield strapped under his cloak to take the energy. His wing lashes out at her as he spins back around and hurls the larger sword at her*
(*accidentally bite Sil*
*decides she like Sil better*
*jumps on her and begins eating her arm*)
(*huggles Adra*
Sorry it made you feel worse! :(
*the wing sends her sprawling out of the swords way and the energy cuts off*
*jumps to her feet and throws three daggers with pin point accuracy and ridiculous speed for Blake's face*
It's my fault, Adra. I jumped to conclusions and made it worse, I own up to it. -Zaf
Hide from Blake? Really?
((Zafira, I can't be here if my presence will cause this kind of friction. I am here because Noelle proposed that we write this story, not because either of us had planned to exclude anyone.
I'm sorry.))
(*hits Dug*
Cooking Dug! You'll get germs otherwise!)
((Don't leave because of me Nic, I'm sorry. I misunderstood that's all. I figured it out and now I really want to go hit my head on a wall. I won't cause anything if it means I can talk to you.-Zaf
(He’s trying to break the brackets… Loki…)
*He grins as a shield of light forms around his head like a helmet, and he headbutts the daggers out of the air. Pulling back on chains attached to the hilt of the sword he threw, it flies towards Silente from behind*
*stabs Blake* Leave the brackets alone.
*flips at the last second, the sword passing directly under her head*
Thank you...
*She took Loki’s hand and held it tightly*
()
HA! The brackets are gone. Blake is victorious.
*Takes a small victory lap*
Why are you thanking me…? You’re the one protecting me from the evilness of Blake…
*ignores Blake*
((Msd Rose....-Zaf
Dammit… Blake!!
Blake, fly away now.
*His swords disappear into light. Blake raises his fists and takes a martial arts pose, giving his opponent the four fingered "come on" taunt*
()
Or what, Loki? What are you going to do? Make some illusions for me to laugh at?
(*leaves*)
*laughs*
*kicks for one of blakes wrists lightening fast*
*her momentum carries her round and her heel of the other foot comes flying towards his cheek in a kick*
(babye duggy..)
I care not anymore about you, Blake.
((I'm just going to bed, things are bad when my Asgardians are telling me to go to bed.-Zaf
*Catches both her kicks, chuckling*
Come on, I thought vampires were faster than that.
*Suddenly, he takes off. Breaking the sound barrier seconds after they leave the ground and going into a rapid spin, Blake lets go and sends her falling toward the ground like a meteor*
*screams, activating her wings and splaying her wings to slow her fall*
*gets under control and laughs*
*Crashes into her as he descends, wrapping his arms around her middle to prevent escape as they hurtle towards the ground*
(Nm.
I have nothing better to do..)
*thrashes in Blakes grip*
BLAKE!
*clutches him tight so he can't let go at the. last second*
(msd..sleepy.)
(*hugs dug* always cook your food!)
(*hugs Sil, ignoring the other part, just wanting a hug*
)
(*hugs dug tighter* sup hun?)
(*huggles her*
Meh..)
*Smiles as they near the ground, and doesn't stop as they leave a crater in the earth. He tears Silente off himself and pounds her further into the ground, fists flying at impossible speeds. He barely seems to notice his own wounds from the impact*
(*Backs away slowly from the hugging*)
(*looks dugz in the eye* tell silly what's wrong.)
(*grins at Blake*
*hugs him*)
*she, however, does notice the broken bones*
*screams when they impact and whimpers when Blake starts punching, burning hot blue wings wrapping around her as a shield which burns Blake's knuckles whenever they impact*
(I think I killed Blake!
Cool!)
(*Thrashes about as he's hugged, eventually giving in and holding still*)
*Spiked gauntlets form around his hands and forearms, protecting him from any further burns and strengthening his blows*
Here's *Punch* your *punch* one *punch* chance! Give up and it stops, I heal you and we go our merry ways.
(Gtg!)
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