What a year that was...
2014 saw the final part of my EPIC nine-book series reaching the shelves, and there was much rejoicing. It was a bit of a scramble to get it written in time, as it generally is, but this book achieved everything I wanted it to achieve, and so I remain immensely proud of it. The ninth book, and the events that transpire within it, had been a secret I'd been keeping for seven years, and it was such a relief to get it out there. Sure, I didn't tie up every last plot thread — in some cases I just ran out of time, in others I decided to be mean and simply not resolve stuff — but it was a fitting send-off, I think.
The publication saw another astonishing Tom Percival cover, plus a very limited black edition which, as it turned out, was an extraordinarily clever bit of marketing by yours truly. It meant that the excitement that first morning was ELECTRIC as everyone rushed to search through each shop. That wasn't my original intent — I just wanted a cool black book — but to follow the tweets that morning as each copy got snapped up... that was awesome.
The reaction to the book was exactly what I wanted, also. True, there was some confusion over the chapters that ended mid-sentence, but all in all, readers understood what I was doing. And then to catch you all out right at the end....
... glorious...
The Dying of the Light got me back touring, of course, and we fit in the Requiem Ball and the Theatre of Shadows, and I once again visited New Zealand and Australia and met loads of enthusiastic readers. If ever my ego was in need of a boost...
And then I got home, and got to work on the NEW book.
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That must be convenient. I do not have such punching bags. I wish I did.
With my father being a three-time black belt we tend to have that sort of thing around the house. Anyways how have you been?
(Hey Firefly!)
Claire: You deserve more than that! I thought you were my friend! And then you just left me like I didn't even matter! I woke up completely alone. I went to school - completely alone. You didn't even leave me a note, or anything! No, you just left me! What, did you get bored so decided to discard me like a broken toy?
Meep...
I feel so old... How can so much change in only two years?
Oh, and there's been lots of talking in the past about everyone gathering on one place in the real world... Even I've said I'd try to do something like that. No idea how though, but still...
*winces*
No...it wasn't like that Claire..You had Stacey for one..
Well, I am currently in enormous physical pain. I left Blogland for 60 minutes earlier to do a 60 minute workout that I promised someone that I would do, and now I am very close to dead.
On second thought, perhaps punching bags are not the best idea.
(Hey Lavender!)
Oh welcome back Fly, I'm sorry for poofing right after your introduction.
I'm J, author of Blake Soul and Solus Sorrow.
Hello Lav.
(Hey, Fly!)
Well, Lavender, I believe I have said before that when I become a multi-billionaire (as is inevitable,) I intend to arrive at each of your houses in a blank limousine and sweep you all away to my mansion in the country, where we will, to use the modern term, "party-rock."
Hi everyone. How be you all?
*walks into The Midnight Hotel, binoculars in hand*
(Hi Jai!
Hi J, it's nice to meet you :) )
*frowns in confusion*
*stands up*
Tanya? May I help you?
(Hello, Hope! Never worse. How are you?
That kind of made me smile, Clara.)
*blinks at Crow's comment*
Okay then. And how are you-
Never mind. That sounds cool. :)
Claire: *shakes her head* You never gave a shit about me. *puts on her motorcycle helmet again*
Bethany: I'm sure Silente will have had her reason for leaving.
I'm glad I've made you smile.
*smiles wider*
Nothing makes me happier than knowing I've made someone smile.
*looks around the room*
Hi. No.
*walks towards, and past Clara, looking at the spot behind her, frowning, and then moving up the stairs*
Goodness gracious, ah, erm, excuse me.
*scrambles out from behind desk and holds one arm in front of Tanya*
There are only rooms and utility closets upstairs. Is there someone you wish to visit?
Wait Claire!
*stands in front of the bike*
Actually I....was wondering if you'd maybe like to stay with us..
*looks nervous*
I'm good.
...
*finds out she's dangerous in her sleep*
O.o
*Pokes his head through the fourth wall and meanders into the Midnight Hotel*
*cranes neck to catch a glimpse of J*
Yes, hullo sir. Welcome to my hotel. Will you be staying long?
Sorry, gotta go. Bye!
*poofs*
Claire: What do you mean?
Goodbye then, Lavender. May your days be long.
(Here's an interesting thought.
I trust some of the people more than I trust anyone I know irl, including parents.
I'd trust you with my lives.
And if you'd have me die to save you, I would.
...
That message doesn't convey everything I wanted it to convey. I don't know. I don't know how to phrase the thought. Like...
*sighs* Just kill me, Jai.)
(Not happening Kas. I like you alive.)
I mean..would you like to..um..
*blushes slightly*
Live with us for a bit..
(Good bye, Hope.)
. . .
. . . That's quite the sentiment, Tanya.
*puts an arm around Tanya's shoulders*
And one I gladly share.
Oh probably not, this just seemed to be where things were happening at the moment.
*A holographic keyboard appears in front of him, and he begins to type silently*
Not the killing you part, of course. The trusting you part.
Ahem.
Tea?
Yes, it certainly would seem that my lobby is a center of action.
Would you prefer an actual keyboard, rather than an immaterial one?
Claire: I... You don't care. Why are you asking me to live with you?
(I'm a screw-up doing what screw-ups do best, Jai. I can't believe I want this.
I shouldn't be here. I'm sorry.)
Of course I care! The reason I left is because I cared! If you don't want to then fine. It was just a suggestion.
*walks back to Beth*
I believe we are all screw-ups, Tanya. Sane, successful, and well-adjusted people do not become regulars on a blog's comment thread, nor do they make Internet friends.
(It's fine Kas. Sleep now.)
(Speaking of sleep...night guys! We'll continue tomorrow Soph..)
Bethany: *squeezes Silente's hand*
Claire: Silente... I accept. *sighs* Just please... Tell me why you left... Why you never came back or left a note or...
Tia have you seen your Comment page?
http://a-random-comment.blogspot.com/2015/01/tiatanya-halcyon-kas.html
I must fly, like a bird through the sky.
*departs*
(Goodnight, Silente. *hugs her*)
*squeezes her hand back*
I left because I was getting attached. And you didn't need another target on your back.
I will return momentarily, seems there's pie for me downstairs.
(*hugs back*)
Bye Sil! Sheep well!
Bye Calaaira!
Good night, Jai and Clara!
Claire: You left me because you liked me? That makes no sense. At all. Surely you could have at least written a note?
Bethany: Silente isn't very good at commitments. Trust me.
Claire: Are you getting married?
Bethany: No... My mother joined our souls.
Depression is no excuse.
*cries*
I'm pathetic.
Good night, guys.
(Actually, Sleep af half past.)
*flinches slightly at the marriage question*
Tia D:
Goodnight. Sheep well
(Good night Kas.)
Claire: Your mother?
Bethany: The goddess of light, life and creation. Are you alright, Silente?
Claire: ... So you're the daughter of a goddess who is an angel?
I'm fine. Just..bad memories of weddings.
*smiles*
And yep. Pretty much Claire.
Claire: What kind of bad memories?
That... Is pretty cool.
Bethany: It is more irritating. My mother is a control freak.
Ones where people turn into iron over poetry.
*bursts out laughing at the control freak part*
Oh you should say that to her face.
Claire: I... Tell me about the wedding?
Bethany: I told her a thousand years ago.
Back.
(I will be leaving now. Goodbye.)
Sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
anyone still here?
Yes. Hello J.
Hello Audra, have we met?
I don't think we have. Pleasure to meet you. How are you?
I'm alright, and the pleasure is mine. How might you be on this fine evening? Or morning perhaps, I can't quite be sure as to what time of day it is for you.
Evening here, I assume it's the same for you?
I'm fine, thanks.
It is, yes. So what shall the two of us do? We seem to be the only ones here.
I have no idea. What do you typically do here?
I apologize, I have to go. I should be back later if you're going to be around.
Well, as my characters I usually role play. But seems as one is dead and the other I don't really like... I'm not sure.
Alright, goodbye.
Hello.
Hello Raven.
How're ya J?
*coughcoughZafCanRevivecoughcough*
-Zaf
*CoughcoughIthinkheshouldstaydeadfornowcoughcough*
I'm alright, how about you?
I'm good.
Hello Zafira.
Good, Raven.
Hey Zafria.
It is, J....This is about the end of my small talk skills. What are you up to?
Nothing really, just meandering about my room.
Ah. Is it fun?
Not really, no. How about you?
Oh. That's a shame, maybe you should jazz up your meandering, make it more appealing. I'm folding tea towels.
You could dance. Jazz. That would jazz up your meandering.
Hello, as you probably know I am back.
I don't dance.... not like that anyways.
Oh, never mind then. Listen or play jazz music?
Or eat it. That could help you.
No really J, Audra has a great idea.
You put music on and dance around the room looking a bit like an idiot, but no one will ever know...lock the door. And then whether or not you choose to sing as well is entirely your choice. But it is a guaranteed way to have fun.
Hello Audra, how're ya?
Hello Raven.
I am good, thanks.
How are you?
I'm good.
My door has no lock. It's rather annoying.
Hi Joe was tippy toe
How was your first day back at school after break?
Duck tape. Or super glue.
Oh, that's a shame J. Wow, I'm saying that's a shame a lot now. I say it a lot in school, just not in english. Yeah, last year for every bad thing that happened someone said that's a shame in French. Anyways....maybe you should come up with some MacGyver solution to your door problem.
I'd pick Duck Tape, Audra. Duck tape is the answer to all of life's problems.
Ok, duck tape it is.
J, I recommend you duck tape your door shut.
Is it duck tape? Or duct tape?
Duct.
I've got to go now, farewell till next time.
Um, duck tape.
*nods like that's what she really meant*
Goodbye J.
Bye J.
Like tape that has little ducks on it? Or a really sticky duck? Or tape that quacks?
Well it's tape made out of duck feathers (all donated by ducks) that is stickyafied.
Or it could be duct tape with ducks on it.
I like the duck feather idea more.
*nods*
It's like sticky insides of a pillow. Sticky pillow guts.
ןןǝʇ oʇ ʎɹoʇs ɐ sɐɥ ʇɹɐǝɥ ʎɹǝʌǝ
ןןǝʇ oʇ ʎɹoʇs ʎɯ sı sıɥʇ
ʇɹɐǝɥ ʎɯ sı sıɥʇ
ןןǝʇ oʇ ʎɹoʇs ɐ sɐɥ ʇɹɐǝɥ ʎɹǝʌǝ ǝsnɐɔ
ɟןǝsɹnoʎ ǝpısuı ǝʌoן ǝɥʇ puıɟ os
ǝɯɐs ǝɥʇ ןןɐ ǝɹɐ ǝʍ ǝǝs p’noʎ
sǝoɥs ʎɯ uı ʞןɐʍ oʇ ǝɹǝʍ noʎ ɟı
ɟןǝɥs ǝɥʇ uo ǝɹǝɥʇ ʇıs ʇsnظ puɐ
sɯɐǝs ǝɥʇ ʇɐ uɹoʇ ǝɹɐ ǝɯos 'sbuıʍ ǝʌɐɥ sɯɐǝɹp ǝɯos
ןןǝʇ oʇ ʎɹoʇs ɐ sɐɥ ʇɹɐǝɥ ʎɹǝʌǝ
ʎɐpoʇ ǝɹɐ ǝʍ oɥʍ sn sǝʞɐɯ
ǝpɐɯ noʎ ǝʌoן ǝɥʇ
ʇsoן noʎ ǝʌoן ǝɥʇ s’ʇı
ʎɐʍ ǝɥʇ buoןɐ sǝıɹoɯǝɯ ǝɥʇ ןןɐ
pǝɔɐɟ noʎ sdıɥspɹɐɥ
ʇǝןןɐq ɟo ʎɐp ʇsɹıɟ ǝɥʇ
pǝıɹɔ noʎ pɹɐɥ os pǝɥbnɐן noʎ ʇɐɥʇ sǝɯıʇ ǝɥʇ
ʎןnظ ɟo ɥʇɹnoɟ ǝɥʇ
ǝɟıן ɹnoʎ ɟo ǝʌoן ǝɥʇ
noʎ pǝdɐɥs ʇɐɥʇ sʇɹɐǝɥ ǝɥʇ
ʇǝbɹoɟ ɹǝʌǝu
noʎ ǝʞɐʇ uɐɔ ǝɟıן
ʎɐʍɐ ɹɐɟ os
ןןǝʇ oʇ ʎɹoʇs ɐ sɐɥ ʇɹɐǝɥ ʎɹǝʌǝ ǝsnɐɔ
ɟןǝsɹnoʎ ǝpısuı ǝʌoן ǝɥʇ puıɟ os
ǝɯɐs ǝɥʇ ןןɐ ǝɹɐ ǝʍ ǝǝs p’noʎ
sǝoɥs ʎɯ uı ʞןɐʍ oʇ ǝɹǝʍ noʎ ɟı
ɟןǝɥs ǝɥʇ uo ǝɹǝɥʇ ʇıs ʇsnظ puɐ
sɯɐǝs ǝɥʇ ʇɐ uɹoʇ ǝɹɐ ǝɯos 'sbuıʍ ǝʌɐɥ sɯɐǝɹp ǝɯos
ןןǝʇ oʇ ʎɹoʇs ɐ sɐɥ ʇɹɐǝɥ ʎɹǝʌǝ
ou ʎɐs oʇ uǝɥʍ puɐ sǝʎ ʎɐs oʇ uǝɥʍ buıʍouʞ
ǝʞoɹq noʎ ǝsıɯoɹd ɐ
ǝʇoɹʍ noʎ ɹǝʇʇǝן ɐ
snɐןɔ ɐʇuɐs uı buıʌǝıןǝq
ןןɐ ʇı buıʇuɐʍ
ןןɐɟ oʇ buıuɹɐǝן
ssıʞ ʇsɹıɟ ɹnoʎ puɐ puǝıɹɟ ʇsǝq ɹnoʎ
pǝssıɯ noʎ ʇɹǝɔuoɔ ʇɐɥʇ
91 ʇǝǝʍs
snq ןooɥɔs ʍoןןǝʎ ɐ bop ɐ ʎq ʇıq ɹnoʎ
ɥsnɹɔ ןɐǝɹ ʇsɹıɟ ɹnoʎ
ɥsnɹ ʇsɹnqɹɐʇs ɐ
ןןǝʇ oʇ ʎɹoʇs ɐ sɐɥ ʇɹɐǝɥ ʎɹǝʌǝ ǝsnɐɔ
ɟןǝsɹnoʎ ǝpısuı ǝʌoן ǝɥʇ puıɟ os
ǝɯɐs ǝɥʇ ןןɐ ǝɹɐ ǝʍ ǝǝs p’noʎ
sǝoɥs ʎɯ uı ʞןɐʍ oʇ ǝɹǝʍ noʎ ɟı
ɟןǝɥs ǝɥʇ uo ǝɹǝɥʇ ʇıs ʇsnظ puɐ
sɯɐǝs ǝɥʇ ʇɐ uɹoʇ ǝɹɐ ǝɯos 'sbuıʍ ǝʌɐɥ sɯɐǝɹp ǝɯos
ןןǝʇ oʇ ʎɹoʇs ɐ sɐɥ ʇɹɐǝɥ ʎɹǝʌǝ
suǝǝq ǝʌɐɥ ʇɥbıɯ puɐ sɟı ʇɐɥʍ ǝɥʇ ןןɐ
uı buıʌıb
ʇno buıpןoɥ
sʇɥbıן sɐɯʇsıɹɥɔ ʎq pǝzıɹǝɯsǝɯ
ʎןɟ oʇ buıʇuɐʍ
sǝɯıʇ ɹǝןdɯıs
ǝdɐɔ uɐɯʇɐq ǝɥʇ ɹoɟ pןo ooʇ buıʇʇǝb
ʞɐǝɹqʇɹɐǝɥ ʇsɹıɟ ɹnoʎ
ǝpɐɯ ǝʌ’noʎ sǝɔıoɥɔ
pǝuɹɐǝן ǝʌ’noʎ suossǝן ǝɥʇ
sןןɐɟ puɐ sǝןqɯnʇs
pǝuɹɐǝ noʎ ǝןıɯs ǝɥʇ
uɹnquns ɹǝɯɯns ɐ
*sits on some island in the middle of no where* Ah, life...
Hello.
(Hello Raven, how are you?)
(Hello Velvet. I'm...well, I'm ok. And how is your fine self?)
(I don't really know anymore, feelings have just seemed to have disappeared for me in the past few days instead of feeling happy or sad I just feel... Empty. *shrugs*)
(That's....I'm not even going to lie. That sucks. Emptiness is worse than feeling pain I reckon. Because emptiness is what fills robots, not humans. Unless you are a robot? ARE YOU A ROBOT?
No sorry, I'm not taking this very seriously, maybe i'm trying to cheer the both of us up at the same time. Maybe, maybe....
Would talking about it help? Or maybe just remember the stuff that made you bounce of the walls. Like, was it you who saw Ed Sheeran?)
(I wasn't last time I checked... Maybe I'm Seirsha's reflection and was given a concussion so now I think I'm the real thing!
It was me who saw Ed Sheeran, it was nothing more than seeing him at a concert because I didn't speak to him or get an autograph/photo or anything... But I'm meeting up with a friend today who's dad went to school with Ed's dad or something so they're like besties and FaceTime a lot. *gasp* Maybe we could FaceTime him today! *fangirls, hyperventilates, explodes, dies*)
(Just found out I'm on the random comments of kindness or whatever it's called Blog! *squeals*)
(*pins Velvet to the ground*
*checks for human-y stuff*
*lets her back up*
Okay, you're not a robot. All good.
Yes, fangirl. That's the way.
*sees her die*
*debates giving her the kiss of life*
*sits next to her and pats her head*
It was nice knowing you.)
(Yeah, I think I'm better now, thanks! *tacklehugs Raven*)
(*starts singing Ed Sheeran songs in my death sleep and squealing every now and then*)
(*gets tacklehuged*
You're welcome.
*covers ears so that his music can not be drilled into her brain*
Never again.)
*comes charging in with a defibulator*
I heard someone died!
Where are they?
(Ooh, and, Ed and Taylor Swift are like best buddies and Ed might perform at my friend's birthday party, she might invite me and Ed could invite Taylor! I love Taylor more than Ed I just- can't explain it like SHE IS AMAZING AND SEEING HER WOULD BE LIKE OMG AND SHE'S MY ULTIMATE FAV CELEB/ARTIST/SINGER! *fangirls like no one has seen before, hyperventilates like there is no oxygen left, explodes with more energy than the biggest nuclear bomb, dies like... I dunno... someone dying...*)
(*whistles innocently*
Dunno.
*moves the dead body behind her*
How're ya Gar?)
(*raises hand* I'm over here... *starts singing "I know places" and dies again*)
(I don't want to tell you to calm down Velvet because no one should be told to calm down. But maybe you should stop dying. Just a suggestion.)
I'm good thank you Rave, how be you? )
*charges the defib* Clear! *shocks Vel back to life*
(I'm good now, but like still ok.....
*reads back*
Such sense me, well done.
*stares at Dr Gar*
Will she live?)
(You stand with your hand on my waistline
Good to see that we're out here in plain sight
I can hear them whisper as we pass by
It's a bad sign, bad sign
Something happens when everybody finds out
See the vultures circling in dark cloud
Love's a fragile little flame, it could burn out
It could burn out
cause they got their cages, they got their boxes, and guns,
they are the hunters, we are the foxes and we run
Baby I know places we won't be found and
they'll be chasing their tails tryin' to track us down
Cause I, I know places we can
hide, I know places
Lights flash on the run for the fences
Let them say what they want, we won't hear it
Lose lips, ships sink, all the damn time, not this time
Just grab my hand and don't ever drop it
My love, they are the hunters, we are the foxes
And we run
Baby I know places we won't be found and
they'll be chasing our trace tryin' to track us down
Cause I, I know places we can
hide, I know places
They are the hunters, we are the foxes
And we run
Just grab my hand and don't ever drop it
My love
Baby I know places we won't be found and they'll be chasing our trace tryin' to track us down
Cause I, I know places we can hide, I know places
They take their shots, we're bulletproof
I know places
And you know for me it's always you
I know places
And you're dead at night, your eyes so green
I know places
And I know for you it's always me
I know places
BEST SONG EVA!)
Dr Gar says, yes Vel will live *nods*
(*shudders in her deathness and starts murmuring about Skulduggery*)
(Dr Gar talks in the third person.
*stares*
You did a brilliant job.)
(*opens one eye* Guys, is it weird to have like a super mega crush on someone from the Skulduggery series? *closes eyes again and goes back to deathness*)
(Dunno, I don't make-out love characters, I be-my-best-friend-till-I-die love characters.)
(Oh okay... *blushes* there's one character that I like like, like, like like like like like them... But a anyway...!*goes back to being dead*)
(*disappears because there's only so much happiness to have right now, and i don't want to mope around here*)
*bows* thank you Rave. )
And I'm not sure Vel *shrugs*
I think it does happen
(*hugs Raven* Bye...
Okay Rhos, it does happen Beaune it's happened to me and why Derek why have you made me fall in love with one of your characters?! Grrrrr! *growls at an imaginary Derek*)
Goodbye Rave
And Vel, don't be grouchy because you love a fictional Character,
When I was a bit younger (this was way before I even knew Chloe ) I had a crush on Valkyrie.... And i wanted to find someone in the world who looked like her... But hey my mind is odd and now I have Chloe *smiles* so yeah it does happen and its possible to get over it *nods*
(Okaaay!)
Yeah.... I was an odd person back
I still am now, just its loveable (ask Chloe )
(*jumps up and walks along a random tightrope* Rhos, I've noticed some people have different Blogs to this one that they follow or have made, do you know how to make one?)
Umm,
Try going to
Blogger.com
And there should be an option to make a blog *nods*
*gets a ladder*
*climbs up and starts wiggling the tight rope*
(Okay, thanks, I don't know what I'll make, might leave it for now! *hangs upside down on it and shuffles to the end that way*)
Well you could always make it.
And then just use it for random shiz like I do with mine *nods*
*watches you hang upside down*
(What would I write?)
(What's your blog?)
You can write whatever you want
And my blog is now on my profile.
*opens her mouth*
*closes it*
*can't actually be here anyway as she has to eat dinner*
*will be back later.*
Hi/bye Hope
Hello...?
Hello, Shannon.
hi Tia
Are you new around here? Welcome to Blogland!
Tia, why does it say 'Failure'...? I barely know you but I know enough to know that you're not a failure. I really like you. You're really nice :)
Yes I am new here,
I've been lurking for a while though
Hello Fire fly,
I'm Shannon, nice to meet you
Nice to meet you too, Shannon. I'm sure Silente will be around today to give you a proper welcome.
(Hello, Fly. It is there because I find it to be true. It's my opinion.)
How are you both doing today?
Welcome, Shannon.
And with that I must leave for the hell that is high school. At least I've got senior release, see you all in five hours.
Okay, who is Silente?
And I'm doing good thank you,
How are you doing?
Thank you everyone for the nice welcome
I like this place already
Silente will give you the traditional Blogland welcome :)
What is the traditional welcome Tia?
*shrugs* I must admit, I don't really know. I was going to ask Silente to do it to Tanya, but I think it involves the vampire Silente drinking your blood.
Great... Just what I wanted...
A vampire stealing my blood *rolls eyes*
It seems like it's time for me to sleep... Goodnight everyone. It's been nice knowing you today :)
Good night, Fly!
Hey, Hope!
Well, you can always fight back and hope she doesn't pin you down.
(Does anyone here read or write any sort of fanfiction?)
Goodbye Fire Fly,
Hello Lavender, I'm Shannon
Okay Tia, I'll keep that in mind
Bye Firefly.
Shannon, the traditional welcome is having someone hug you or shake your hand enthusiastically and give you cookies and/or cupcakes.
*nods*
Not really in a great mood, but I'll try.
*smiles*
Welcome to Blogland!
*hands her a cookie*
Hope you have a good time here. :)
I do both, Tia. Not much, but I read more than I write. Not much variety though.
*has to go now*
Well that was brief... Bye!
*accepts cookie* thank you Lav (can I call you Lav?)
And its seems like a nice place already so i think I will have a good time
You can call me Lav.
And with that, I must poof.
*poofs*
Bye Lav
And Tia, I don't read fan fiction or write it
(Bye, Hope!)
(Shannon, I have two characters - Tia the Chronomancer (time travel!) and Tanya the vampire. They are twin sisters. Most of the time I role play (rp) as Tanya. Do you have any characters yet? You don't actually need any unless you rp, but still...
Also, I'm a guy, you can call me Kas if you're referring to me during rp to avoid confusion, but normally, any of the three names will do.)
Okay Kas O_O didn't see that one coming (you actually being a guy )
And i don't have any Characters yet because I haven't roleplayed before and that's a nice pair of characters you have )
(Normally, Silente would be jumping all over you. I guess I'll have to do it. I'll be gentler than Sil.)
*Tanya slowly walks on to the field, watching the stranger, intrigued*
Welcome to Blogland. I am Tanya. Who are you?
*keeps walking toward the stranger*
(You can just use Shannon for now.)
(Okay Kas and thank you )
*looks at Tanya*
Nice to meet you Tanya, I'm Shannon *smiles*
(do we get some form of magic, like on the books? )
*sniffs, stepping closer*
Mmm, you do smell... new, Shannon.
*smiles, showing her vampire fangs*
(Yes. Give it a thought. The reason I'm using Tanya these days is because time travel is too overpowered, and sending someone a million years into the future is impossible because other authors won't let you do that to their characters. So yes, you can have any magic you want, from books or otherwise. Necromancer, wizard, etc...
Which was your favourite SP book?)
*forgets that she has this account*
Oops. Hey. Anyone on?
(*considers eating Scarlet in an elaborate and multi-laugh joke*
*decides against it*
Hello.)
Joke?
*wonders what he means by that*
*is relieved that she's not eaten*
Hi. How are you?
(okay I will,
True time travel is quite op...
And could I use the Thu'm from skyrim? Or is that too op?)
*backs away a little* thank you, I had a shower this morning...
*looks at Tanya's fangs* yeah, could you put those away please? You're kinda scaring me
In relation to having Magic, I'm an elemental, except I can use the earth magic for offense instead of having it turn me to stone. Pleasure to meet you, Shannon! :)
*waves and gives her a cupcake*
(Not that great. What about you?)
(Sure, I'm not the boss of you, just don't shout me to death!)
You misunderstand. Your blood. It smells nice. It smells new.
*steps closer*
(Tanya is a vampire, SP style, but also has fire when she's enraged.)
To be honest though, I'm starting to get a little... Suspicious at some of these new comers. As I myself am not who I am, and after hearing that J was in fact, Solous(or however you spell it) Sorrow, who's to say Firefly isn't someone else we know? Or even Shannon herself?
Sorry, I think I'm forming some trust issues... Then again, that would make me a hypocrite for doing the same thing some other folks are doing on here.
*shakes her head*
Sorry, just ignore this useless ranting.
Scratch ranting. I mean babbling.
I'm... Well, I'm okay. Not myself, but that's okay. I'm good.
*hugs Tia, who is absolutely not a failure*
(My point exactly when I was unhappy at the prospect of not knowing you.)
*bites her lip*
*looks down and mumbles*
Sorry...
(It's okay. Don't be sorry. We do what we must. I've done it too.)
(Okay Kas, thank you as well *nods* )
(Hello Scarlet, nice to meet you too *waves back and accepts the cupcake* that's a nice choice of magic (being an elemental ) and its okay to rant because some people find ranting therapeutic and people actually do that, pretend to be someone else? )
*steps back again* thank you for that nice compliment but I don't share my blood. Because I need it *nods*
*frowns*
Surely you don't need all of it?
Sometimes, Shan(could I call you that?)
I know several people who've pretended to be someone different. That list is getting longer though...
And then there's those who constantly change their names due to role playing or other. It gets confusing when they do it that way. Not trying to be someone else, but changing the characters they use, or some such thing. I haven't yet gotten the grasp of role playing.
Such as myself, I'm only on right now because my other self isn't in much of a chatty mood, honestly hasn't been for a few days now, but she still wishes to be here. So here I am.
Well put it this way,
You're a new person to me so I can't trust you, I know you like blood but I can't go giving mine out willy nilly now can I?
(Yes you can call me Shan *nods* and i see, *nods in understanding* that's a fair idea of hiding your actual identity and pretending to be someone else, and right okay I suppose its what ever floats those peoples boats (constantly changing their names to different Characters ) )
Cool.
*smiles*
*is glad Shan understands*
Greetings, Blogland. I'm afraid I'll be unable to stay for long, but I am here now, and that is what matters. How are you all?
*notices something*
Oh, hey, look at that. The robot box is back to words on my screen.
By the way, Shan, you don't actually have to check the box or type whatever's on there. For some odd reason, you can still post without touching the robot box thingy.
Oh, erm, I don't recall seeing either of you before. I suppose I should go . . .
*quietly slinks off*
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