Hello.
Ah, my poor neglected blog. How I have ignored you. Once you were the apple of my eye (okay, not really — the name of this blog is what it is, after all), but then along came Twitter and suddenly you seemed somewhat clunky and... unwieldy...
But see? I have returned. I've been away a lot, I know. Work. I had that book to publish (which went really well, by the way) and then all those tours, including a trip to New Zealand and Australia to meet all those readers with funny accents.
My life has been somewhat chaotic as of late, and when things get chaotic, some other things suffer. You, it seems, are one of these things.
But I'll try to rectify that. I really will. I'm home now, after all, and settling back into normal life. What normal life will bring me, though, I have no idea.
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«Oldest ‹Older 1201 – 1400 of 4849 Newer› Newest»(Hello Silente. *hugs her*)
(I see.)
(*hugs back*)
(Sil: so is the bet off, oh author of Elleni?)
(Sil: I only asked a question.
She's in business mode. This is what happens when you offer her a deal. She gets cocky. Believe me it gets annoying. When you close the deal she'll be normal again. Well normal for her normal.)
(Sil: *pauses, blinking* ...)
(Get a mech with underwater capabilities and recover the body would probably help.)
(Sil: *hugs El*)
(Sil: you have to remember Min controls death.)
(Sil: just pointing that out there.)
(Sil: of course equally Phaestra controls life.)
(*combat rolls in* Hello?)
(Phaestra can only save people if they have been dead for a few minutes. Other than that, she has to build enough energy which can take a millennium or so.
Minerve can save people from death no matter what.)
(Hey Garr.
Sil: in which case never mind El. Too late for help from Phae.)
*appears in Min's relm having died*
(Hello Sil,
what's all this business with you dying?)
Nose... Itchy...
(*itches deaths nose* read above Garr.)
Minerve: You are here again, primitive creature. How amusing.
Don't scratch my nose... That's weird...
ITS CONSTANTLY ITCHY!!!
Hello again. Miss me?
Minerve: Incredibly so. You should visit more often.
I know I should. But what can I say, I'm a busy lady.
Minerve: Not any more. You're dead.
Was, a busy lady then.
(i already did and the question is why did you want to?)
*flollops*
(Sil: that is not of your concern. Plus my author hardly had a choice in the matter.)
Minerve: I have a slight hunch that you would refuse the deal I would make you.
(ok, your choice)
Probably. What deal is it this time?
Minerve: You would summon my army in return for your life.
Oh look you were right for once. No I wont be accepting that deal.
Minerve: Perhaps your friends will be more cooperative.
Perhaps my friends will be smarter than to listen to you.
*walks over and hugs Min*
*continues flolloping*
Minerve: *tilts head, and the skin of her arms fades away until only bones are visible*
(*pushes snow into a roll*)
*grunts, wincing*
*let's go*
Ow.
*rolls and flollops at the same time*
Minerve: Indeed. Now, which would you rather - eternal torture or to watch eternal torture?
Hmm tricky choice.
Minerve: Indeed.
Y'know, you could always go out and get the washing. I did hang it out. And I did a whole other load. And I cleaned the kitchen today. And did my homework. And tried to be the person you want to see.
And what did you do?
You went out for lunch with your girlfriend which isn't really a friend. She's more of a prostitue. We both know she works at the brothel. But I'm not insulting her. I just thought that I knew you better. Or, you knew me better.
I slave my arse off for you and your pathetic demands. You don't want your curtains up. Too bad!! There is a snake that needs it!! You want to eat everything in the fridge? Buy it yourself!! You're 21!! You shouldn't be at home!! It's only because you were too lazy to go to your uni exams you worthless cow!!!
Sorry, I just really needed to get that off my chest... He's been pushing my buttons way too much recently...
(*hugs Deathy*)
I'd probably say watching eternal torture. Less pain.
*hugs Rose* I've long come to the conclusion that brothers are utter jerks. I've never met a nice one, I'm pretty sure nice brothers are mythical
Minerve: I guessed. But unfortunately, you don't get a choice in the matter. *shadows form a knife in her hand*
(I have to go, but I will hopefully be back soon.)
(Okay then Soph. *hugs*)
Oh...poop.
*backs up*
I can't stand my family...
Anyone want to kidnap me? Please, go ahead.
(I don5 live in oz :(
I swear it's not normal to enjoy exam papers . . .
Help . . . :P
"I'm actually a nice person once you get to know me..."
My family are always surprised when I do nice things...
@Death: :/ *hugs*
I'm sorry . . .
Just a few more years. :)
I think I might sleep now... I'm feeling awfully sick..,
(I am back.)
I never understood why the hell I get yelled at for nothing I do.-Zaf
Hey guys
(Hey Soph.)
(Hey Viv *hugs*)
(Hey Sil. *hugs back*)
Hi I'll eventually disappear, still waiting for my mom to get ready.-Zaf
Minerve: *advances towards Silente*
(Hey Zaf. How are you all?)
*backs up until her back hits the wall*
Hey what happened to missing me i much prefered that I almost felt loved in that time zone thing let's rewind!
(*hugs Silente*)
Minerve: I have a better idea. Combat. You versus a single one of my soldiers. Should you win, you will not be tortured.
(*hugs back*)
Um what does 'win' mean? Disarm, knock out, um, behead?
I missed you ~hugs~ :]
Welcome back.
Hey, guys. I'm not really here, but I just had to leave a quick comment. ~leaves a hug for everyone who wants one~
Minerve: A fight to the death. Should you die - you will return here.
For some reason that doesn't sound all that appealing.
(Hello my darlings ^.^)
Minerve: You do not have a choice. *they vanish in a mist of shadows and reappear in a circular arena where a single knight is stood wearing black armour and carrying a sword and a shield*
*looks at the knight*
*looks at her own lack of armour*
*and lack of a shield*
*draws one of her swords*
Hi? How about we just...don't fight? We could talk. If you knew me you might like me?
(Hello, Chloe.)
Minerve: *vanishes in a mist of shadows and reappears in the stand, watching*
Knight: *advances towards Silente*
(How art everyone this fine afternoon?)
(Depressed, yourself?)
(I'm reading, so I is good)
Ill take that as a no then
*doesn't move, just holds her sword by her side*
You sure? You might find me charming! I bet you dont get to talk to people much. I bet you just REALLY want a hug. Put the sword down and I'll hug you then we can both live!
Knight: *hits her with his shield, and slashes his sword at her*
*stumbles and parys his slash*
No then.
*glares*
Leave me alone.
Knight: *slashes his sword at her several times in quick succession*
*keeps up with him, blocking*
No very chatty are you!
*advances slightly, slashing at him without leaving herself too open to attacks for any length of time other than a second*
Knight: *allows her sword to hit his armour, and uses that second to slash at her leg*
*hisses, jerking back, giving him room to maneuver again*
*taps a sigil on the hilt of the sword, enabling it to cut the armour like butter should it hit*
*growls*
Knight: *thrusts his sword at her*
*spins to avoid it, hair flying, and slashes for his side quickly*
Knight: *blocks it with his shield, slashing his sword down at her shoulder*
*screams, jerking back so only a shallow cut is inflicted down her front*
Knight: *takes a step forward and slashes at her hip*
*steps back and smashes her sword against his, sending his arm wide, stepping into his space and thrusting at his chest with the sword*
Knight: *is impaled on the blade, the sword erupting from his back* *falls*
*twists the blade*
*kicks his sword from his hand and looks to Min*
What happens if he dies.
*wonders if she should say hi or just keep hiding because of insanely long time since she was here for the last time*
*decides*
*clears throat*
Hi everyone!
(MIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRR! *TACKLEHUGS*)
(Hey Mith! How art thou ?)
(*hugs Silente tightly*
HEYYYYYYY!!)
(Hey Ink! I'm fine, thanks! How about you?)
(I'm reading city of bones, so I'm good!)
(How's your part of the world Mir?)
(@Ink: Is that the first one?)
(@Sil: My part of the world seems to be ok... ^^)
(Yep ^^)
(Hello Mithria.)
Minerve: *tilts head, saying nothing*
Knight: *stands up, picking up his sword* *thrusts his blade at Silente's back*
*gasps, eyes widening, the blade cutting through her*
*falls to one knee, staring at the blade poking out of her and drops her sword*
*laughs* ow..
(@Ink: Then it's the only one I remember^^ I have read more of them but it's soo long ago! I used to love Magnus xD)
(Hey Dragona/Commander/? ^^)
(I have to go now!
I'll be back later)
(Bye Inky!)
(Bye flick!
@Mir DON'T CALL HER DRAGONA!!!
*pokes Mir*)
(I'M SORRY!! Why not, what have I missed?? *pokes back*)
(It is not Dragona, Mithria. It is my account.)
Knight: *aims his sword at her neck*
(Soph is an independent character. She is not Dragona. She has her account, he has his. She is not he. *nods* *pokes Mir in the eye*)
*rolls forwards, clutching at her chest*
*runs straight at Min*
(I am sorry, Commander, and hope that this is an appropriate way of addressing you.)
(OW!! Stop it! *pokes Sil back again*)
(*laughs* *pokes her other eye*)
(That's not fair! *covers her eyes with her hands*)
(*pokes her stomach*)
(*gets up and runs away, grinning*)
(*runs after her*)
Minerve: *tilts head at her*
(Mithria - Commander is acceptable. As is Keating, Sophia, Commander Keating, Soph, etc.)
*dives behind min, pretty much hiding*
(*nods at Sophia* Thank you for explaining, Commander.)
(*keeps running away*)
(aww...poor grinch... :'( )
(*keeps chasing*)
(Grinch?)
(*suddenly turns and tackles Sil, throwing her on the ground*)
(The grinch who stole Christmas)
(*squeaks*)
Minerve: *grasps Silente by the throat and throws her back in to the arena*
(ah, this green creature?^^)
(*laughs and tickles Sil*)
(Yep. The green creature.)
(*squeals and wiggled and giggles and wonders why people keep tickling me!*)
*lands heavily and groans*
*draws her second sword and stumbles to her feet, swaying dizzily*
*drops her sword and looks down at the blade*
*looks at the knight*
Mercy?
(*still laughing*
Hehehe, see? Fun, isn't it?)
(*pushes her away and runs*)
*drops confetti on Minerva*
*sprinkles Mithria and Silente on glitter*
*Poofs into thin air*
Adios!
(*stays exactly where she is, still giggling*)
(Dugglyn - if you could kindly stop using my bloody name and fuck off it would be appreciated.)
Knight: *slashes his sword at Silente*
...
Awkward...!
*goes to change it*
(*glares at Mir*)
(The grinch's time table sounds a lot like mine..)
*stumbles back and lands on her behind*
(*waves at Sil*)
(*becomes the grinch*)
(*stares at Sil/Grinch*
Uh... hello.)
(Hellooo. *moves an open hand from right to left, fingers curling to a fist at the end*)
Good morning, afternoon, evening, or other time of day, Blogland.
Knight: *steps forwards and thrusts his sword downwards towards Silente*
(Hello, Sir.)
(I dedicate this page, to the Grinch! The one who stole Christmas! I pity him so very much..)
*screams, gasping, eyes wide, the blade slicing into her chest again, making another wound*
(*nods at Sir*
It has been a long time since we met. I doubt if you remember me at all but anyway, good afternoon.)
(*tilts head, still looking at the grinch*)
Greetings, Commander Keating, Ms. Tempest, Ms. Holmes, Ms. Carzainia, and whoever else may be here.
Knight: *thrusts his sword at her again*
(Never fear, Chloe Gray is here! *yawns and falls asleep on the spot*)
*cries out, grabbing the blade while its in her chest, shattering it*
*whimpers*
(What. What are you staring at. Never seen a grinch before?!)
(Hey sir.)
(@Sil: Actually no, I haven't. *shrugs* Sorry for staring.)
(Excuse me, Sir Reingington, it is no longer Mrs Holmes but Ms Faith.)
(@Mir hm. Tremble in fear! Bla! Blatgh! Blatghtidkebd!)
(@Sil: *frowns* Uhhh... no. No, I don't think so...)
(Denial! The boldest sign of bone chilling fear! *walks around Mir*)
Knight: *tilts head, another sword forming from shadows in his hands* *slashes it at her stomach*
(*collapses into an unconscious heap*)
(*grins at Grinch* If you say so... I must be terrified then...)
(Yes. You MUST)
*gasps and cries out, sagging round her stomach, curling up*
Knight: *kicks her in the face, putting his foot on her wounded stomach* *positions his sword over her neck*
(*turns to face the Grinch who is behind her* Um... sure. I am. Terrified.)
*gasps, laying flat on her back, head tilted back*
*whimpers* p-please...
(Yes. Terrified is the correct word. *flicks her nose*)
(*blinks* Wh- What the hell was that for?!)
Knight: *tilts head, raising the sword above his head, keeping her pinned with his foot*
(I'm the grinch I don't need to have REASONS! Ha! HA!)
*closes her eyes, tensing up*
(Well, I'm Mith and I do need reasons!)
Knight: *brings the sword down, slicing off her head*
Minerve: *disappears in a mist of shadow, reappearing where she was previously*
(*steps out of Wolfie's shadow and pokes her* are you ok?)
(Hello everyone how be you all?)
(HA! The grinch gives no reasons!)
*appears, screaming, breathing quickly*
*stops screaming and rubs her throat*
*looks around and shudders*
(*wakes up* Gar! *glomps*)
(JSIEJEBEKDOWNWLAPSBFSOOOCUTEEEE)
Minerve: *tilts her head* Interesting.
(*accepts glomping and holds you there* Hello Wolfie)
(*grins* how art thou, Tiger?)
(@Grinch: Why not?)
*the Midnight Hotel pops out of the ground*
Greetings, Blogland. I have a question. Also, I have sweets.
*scatters candy hither and yon*
(Anni! how art thou?)
I am doing well. Truly, you are a wise wolf.
(I'm happy thank you
how be you Wolfie?)
(Hello Clars how be you? *offers huggle*)
(The grinch does not- *sees sweets and becomes Sil again* SWEEEEETS! *noms the sweets*)
*mutters* for you maybe..
(*smirks* I am Holo the Wise Wolf, and I am a very proud wolf)
*graciously accepts huggle*
(I be gooood Gar! *snuggles*)
I hope you appreciate the fact that I named my kitten Lawrence because of that ship.
(*tilts head at Sil* Interesting...)
(*waves at Anni* HEY!)
Minerve: And you were not interested?
(No way! that is too cool Anni!)
(*throws sweets at Mir*)
Oh, right, I had a question.
My question is thus:
If I were to systematically reveal more info about Clara L. Crowley's childhood and backstory, would anyone be interested?
I've known what her backstory/childhood was ever since I started, but I always kept it mostly separate.
M . . . Mithria?
*gasps*
It's been far too long, my friend!
No! I wasn't! I don't tend to be interested in being beheaded!
(good good Inks *snuggles*)
(Hello Mithria I'm Garrett nice to meet you and how be you?)
(That sounds great Anni!)
You know what also sounds great?
*drops out of the sky onto Inky*
SURPRISE HUGS!
(Talking about characters, I was thinking of starting a blog, full of characters profiles? is anyone interested in that idea?
Also, I was going to introduce some new characters. Gar, you know about this)
*Jumps*
SURPRISE HUGS!
*glomps Anni*
What characters? Your characters? All of our characters?
Because I would be interested in it either way. In fact, remember my avatar-creation project, where I asked for descriptions of everyone? I completed most of them (I've only missed around eight of my friends) and if it was a blog about EVERYBODY, then I could contribute the avatars as accompanying pictures to whatever you write.
Anyway . . .
Minerve: I see. I will be asking your friends if they are willing to bargain for your life.
Minerve (2): *shadows swirl and she appears in Blogland*
*hugs Anni tightly*
It's been FAR too long! Good to see you again! :)
*catches the sweets and throws them back at Sil*
*smiles at Garrett*
Nice to meet YOU. I'm fine, thank you. *holds out hand*
(*looks at Clara* ...don't I get a hello? *pouts* FINE! *runs away crying* ;P)
I am going to make those last eight or so, but I've been procrastinating.
(that would be cool ^^. People could tell me things about their characters and I could publish them)
. . .
*grudgingly* Hullo, Silente.
Fangirls: EEEEEEP.
Go ahead. They're too smart to summon am army for you Min.
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