This post started out as a quick response to a few comments in the previous entry, but it grew into something a little more detailed. So even though I really have to get back to the Tanith novella, I figured I'd address it here instead.
Kestrel LeStarre (hi Kestrel!) posted an excerpt from a Good Reads review of Book One- a review that wasn't exactly favourable. Every writer gets all kinds of reviews- some good, some great, some bad, some terrible. It's the business. Everyone's entitled to their opinion. I'll deal with this one in stages.
Disappointing. The title/name and the cover illustration really appealed to me, but the book was generic and unbelievable from the start. I suppose some could be forgiven considering that the intended audience appears to be maybe 11 year olds (?), but I personally don't believe that children's books should be low quality just because they are aimed at children.
I can't find fault with this statement. I mean, I don't exactly AGREE with it, and most of you probably don't either, but the reviewer is merely stating that this isn't his cup of proverbial tea. He doesn't think the writing is as good as it should be. I got a few of these responses to the first book and my reaction was to shrug. Fair enough. That's what they think. I can read back over the series and make a note of where and when and how my writing improved- I am a MUCH better writer now than I was back then- but for every negative statement I received, I got hundreds of positive ones from readers who were willing to forgive any first-book-mistakes and simply dive right in, ready to be swept away on a tsunami of, er, awesomeness.
And hey, how can you disagree too harshly with a guy who appreciates Tom's covers like that?
...oh, and saying "I'm a genius" all the time does not make a character full of "dry wit".
This is very true. The fact that he is full of dry wit makes him full of dry wit. Nicely pointed out.
...oh, and being spunky child full of spunk who sprays spunk everywhere does not mean the child is equivalent to an adult. Children can be clever, creative, work in groups, et cetera but having them physically fight adults 1-on-1 strains credulity.
Ah, now here is the only point he's made that I take issue with. Having a spunky child fight an adult one-on-one does NOT strain credulity. Having a spunky child BEAT an adult one-on-one, however, very much does. It took Valkyrie YEARS to be strong enough to hold her own without the use of magic, and even then I don't think she's ever WON. In Death Bringer, when she's fighting Moore in her house without magic, even though she's had a few years of the best combat training in the world, the fact is she's still a 16 year old girl and he's a grown man. And Val doesn't exactly win that fight. She needs help.
I've always had a problem with YA books that show young teenagers beating adults in a physical brawl. They might get lucky, absolutely. A lucky punch can knock anyone out. But most of the adults they go up against are criminals or villains of some description- men and women who KNOW violence. No amount of martial arts in the world will make that a fair fight. Fair fights, in fact, are ridiculously stupid. Why would you EVER get into a fair fight? If you have to fight you need to WIN- and that means you fight on YOUR terms, not his.
Val has adopted this philosophy because this is my philosophy.
...oh, and not all adults are doofuses.
I'm assuming he's referring to Desmond here, who is very much a doofus- though this statement kind of skips over the fact that Skulduggery, Ghastly, China, Tanith, Bliss and most everyone else except Stephanie/Valkyrie is ALSO an adult, so...
Anyway, what was the point in discussing this here? It's not like this is the only bad review I've ever got. There is one in particular that stands out as being SO unbelievably bad that you get the feeling the reviewer has a personal grudge against me- like he was determined to hate every single thing about the book. But I didn't respond to THAT review. Someone like that is really not worth my time. So why this one?
First of all, the reviewer is not being mean. He doesn't like the book, and the review is quite snarky in its own playful way, but there is not one trace of malice in those words. It's just his opinion, and he not only has a right to HAVE that opinion, but he has a right to SHARE it as well. I'll never give a bad review of any book (apart from maybe books by HUGE writers), because I know how hard it is to get published in the first place and the last thing a writer needs is someone else going "you suck." If I don't like a book I'll simply ignore it. I won't say anything at all about it. But that's me, being in the privileged position that I'm in. Any negative opinion of mine can actually damage someone else's success, so it becomes something more than an opinion. But all this reviewer is doing is letting people know that he didn't respond well to Skulduggery Pleasant.
But again- why am I discussing it here?
Some of you like Twilight. That's fine. I don't like it. Twilight is one of those books I feel I can criticise because nothing I say will effect its success. By now it's untouchable. So... some of you like it. All of you probably know at least a few people who love it. Of course you do.
A few years ago, Stephen King criticised Stephanie Meyer for, you know, not being any good. In return, he got an avalanche of angry responses from Twilight fans.
(I refuse to call them Twihards.)
That level of anger and fury and vitriol is not uncommon on the internet. The internet is the HOME of anger and fury and vitriol. It's where those things live. It's where they spawn and fester and grow. But you see it again and again: one person criticises something that a lot of other people love, and here comes the avalanche. And we're standing by, watching it all happen but not involved one way or the other, and we look at the angry people and we think "Wow. You seriously need to get out more."
The few responses from you guys to this Good Reads review have been wonderful. As I'm writing this, Ivy has just posted another response, and it is just as good-spirited as Georgina's and Beau's and Kristine's (thought Kristine's response DID make me think of Ralph Wiggum from The Simpsons going "Me fail English? That's unpossible!")
You guys are so passionate about Skulduggery and so supportive of me as a writer, and it's moments like these when I realise yet again how lucky I am to have Minions like you. Warm, intelligent, fiery people who won't even be rude to people they strongly disagree with.
You guys rock.
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[Presses a blue button]
((If you say so, Annika. Tbh, I might do the same...))
Although, Kallista Pendragon is simply amazing.
(Whoa. I thought I posted this. Alright, maybe I missed..)
*becomes a building and casually shuffles into blogland*
(Anni I'm here still...I'm always open to roleplay
Well, good evening, if you two do decide to leave. And stay warm.
I might, y'know... shuffle off (the mortal coil)
(Yes, I think I shall depart.
*stroll out into the street*
*climb a fire escape*
*walk to the center of the roof of 667 Dark Avenue*
*raise my left hand in the air*
*lightning strikes me*
*and I vanish in a flash of smoke*)
*stands on the edge of a building*
*and looks around*
You are my note, blogland
Goodbye
*throws self off building*
(Bye bye)
Crimson: I tried coughing, but you didn't hear. *walks down into the cellar, looking around* Pretty sweet basement.
Yeah it is, so get out. It's my... my, um... sanctum.
Crimson: *pulls a face* Really?
No. But bugger off!
Crimson: No.
Boy are you rude. Coming to my home away from home, and not leaving upon request! Where is your Englishness?
Crimson: The same as yours. 1910. Anyway, if you'd just fainted due to that poison, I wouldn't even need to be here. But because not succumbing to the pain was SO important, I couldn't talk to you.
#ChaseForBook9
(Bye Anni.)
#ChaseForBook9
Goodbye, then, all who might possibly leave or have left.
-
*She swoops upward in a rather large arc, looking down at the familiar buildings and places that she normally sees from the ground, yet this time, she's from above*
*Smiles, loving her experiment*
*Figures this is pretty dangerous*
*Enjoys it anyway*
((Goodbye [hugs]))
((Goes off to work on an excellent specimen or cardboard architecture))
So what did you want to talk about then? How much you're willing to offer for my immortal soul?
Crimson: *lets out a small laugh* Close. I'd like you, to take a tiny dose of lotus.
No.
Crimson: *struggles to bring the correct words forward, unable to tell him of their past, and how much she wants to see her husband* Please?
#ChaseForBook9
(Heh. Ok I'm here.)
Zafira: *jumps from tree laughing* *sneaks off to the Sanctuary*
Javier: *is sitting in cell, bored* Hate my life. I want to go see my daughters.
Zafira: *unlocks his cell* You can go.
Javier: I thought you were suspended.
Zafira: I am allowed to deal with prisoners.
Javier: *stalks off going home*
Zafira: *laughs and goes*
*Her wings stutter*
*Looks at them helplessly* Oh for-
*She begins to fall like a rock out of the sky, diving straight for the ground as she tries, and eventually does, wrench herself free of her captive wing contraption, and the two separate as the ground nears. Determined, she flattens herself out, her hands forward, and thinking, concentrating on a spot in the ground, where tiny bumps rise in the shape of a circle and-
*She goes through the ground, and a second portal opens next to the first, and she goes shooting back into the sky, where she falls upwards, then gravity pulls her down again, and through the other portal, in what would be a never-ending loop*
*Until she loses enough force, and falls out the side into a snow drift, sinking far below the surface*
*The wings fall and hit some house or something*
*Winces* Oops..
Ravel: Javier was released.
How?! It hasn't been a month....did Jay get released?
Ravel: No. Just Javier and I don't know.
Javier: How...Zaf you released me!
No...*hits head* Okay. Look I think the me from Mevolent's dimension released you. No, I won't re-arrest you and if Ari does I'll explain. Okay?
Javier: where's Olivia?
*Lorcan is at the clearing by the lake, practising with his new powers. He wasn't even sure if he could call it a power. It was just a part of him now.
He thought he saw a flicker of shadow to his right but dismissed it. He continued practising.*
Crimson: You'd be gone for, a minute maybe two.
And after that? Will I wake up in a bed? A box, being sent to Hong Kong?
Crimson: I mean, that first one made sense, but what was with the other one?
Probably to DO WITH THE POISON, COURSING THROUGH MY VEINS!
Crimson: Oh yeah, that.
Crimson: How about this, I give you the antidote, for a tiny dose of lotus?
#ChaseForBook9
*She looks up at the walls of snow above her- taller than her, even if she stood up*
*Blinks*
Oh hell... *Tries to move, but the walls are packed right around her, and the tiny human is making it difficult to move*
*Flails the best she can*
G'morning, you lot :) *hands hugs around* How've you all been?
Olivia is in the treehouse. She was told you went on a mission.
Javier: thank you. May I see her?
Alright.
Javier: *goes to Olivia* Liv!
Olivia: Daddy!!!! *runs to huggjng* Daddy!
Javier: *picks up holding close* Ah my daughter...
Olivia: *smiles and rests head against*
*steals hug and runs off into the shadows again*
Hi Em
-
Bae
-
*Looks up at the sky* This really is a conundrum, huh? *Pats her tummy* Okay, tiny human.
*Grins* Since I know your gender, and have suddenly found myself with an abundance of time... Wanna think of a name?
*Looks at her tummy*
Great! Me too! Right. How about... Meredith?
*No movement from her belly*
Uh. Tori?
*Nothing*
Eve?
Asha?
Tara?
Jenny?
...Cripes, you're hard to please. *Her forehead feel shot, and she can see crimson blood out the corner of her eye*
Oh look at that, nameless child! Mommy's bleeding!
Hey Hb! I finished my book for school, so in a gooder mood!
Hello Hellboy.
Your offer tempts me, wench, but I decline. NOW GET OUT OF MY BAR!
Crimson: Isn't it funny, how easy you're finding it to get angry, and how your head clears when you do?
...
Crimson: Is it not also true, that you fell out with Adra yesterday? Could these things POSSIBLY be related, oh super detective supreme?
WHAT ARE YOU EVEN ACHIEVING HERE?
#ChaseForBook9
Alexis: *skips down to the lake* Lorcan!
Crimson: Not much really, you're as angry as a bull, and as stubborn as an ass.
You're an ass!
Crimson: *sighs heavily, shoulders drooping, she takes a quick swig from her flask, and suddenly darts forwards*
#ChaseForBook9
*shakes fist and stolen hugs* *sighs and wanders into a bar before sitting down*
Heya Adra! Good to know you finished your book so it's all gooder :P At least that's a little bit less stress though.
Heya Trip! *hears him shouting* Oh ;_; I guess I'll leave the bar *grabs his drink and runs away, sobbing*
Ahhh. I appear to have accidentally broken the screen on my computer. This is not good as it is the school's computer. This is not good at all.
*Lorcan waves to Alexis as he shakes the silver off his hands.
Suddenly a cloud of shadows wrap around him and he disappears from the lakeside.*
*Looka up*
So, small child, what do we do?
Call IXII?
Or IM?
Alexis: *screams* Not funny!!!!! LEAVE HIM ALONE!!!'
hugs
*sits in the shadows*
Oh dear, Hb!
So there's a thing hanging up when you walk into the main entrance of my school. A display, I guess. All about depression, anxiety, anorexia, insomnia, etc.
and on it, it basically says,
"you should never ever commit suicide. no matter how bad your life gets. imagine how upset everyone would be if you killed yourself? and if you kill yourself, the bully may become depressed also, because he or she did not mean to physically harm you. that is not the right thing to do."
basically, now society thinks you're a coward if you're suicidal, and that if you want to kill yourself, the bully is the one who will be the most hurt.
what the actual fuck.
no.
that's not what it is at all.
i have proof.
...
sorrysorrysorrybye
*Lorcan appears in a dark room. Slightly confused. He then remembers Alexis was coming towards him and looks around for her. She's not here.
Deacon steps out into the little light that Lorcan is standing in and smiles just as Lorcan's hands are covered in silver.*
Deacon: Hello wonderboy.
(Leave lorcan alone! D":)
*Trip wakes up a few minutes later, head much clearer, with a note lying next to him saying 'Thank you for your cooperation. x*
She should've just opened with assault, it would all have been much more efficient.
#ChaseForBook9
Pssst Adra... I'm telling you...name the kid Bond James Bond... it's like Jean Valjean but cooler ;D
Alexis: *runs towards the lab* Adra!!!! Lorcan was kidnapped by shadows and I only know two Necomancers and I think it was Deacon!
*hugs Mara* my school is having a lunch where people can come to listen about depression and eating disorders.. I'm probs going to go. I wish more people were, well. Helpful, you know?
-
*Adra pushes herself up carefully, one hand pressing against her forehead* hmm.. I must have hit the flying contraption*
*Pauses*
*Yells* HEEEELLLPPPP I've fallen and I can't get up!
FFS HELLBOY
AND- Zaf, Adra isn't anywhere near the lab. In fact, I have no idea where she is. Sorry
*slow claps* Well don public school system, you've done it again.
#ChaseForBook9
Alexis: *is freaking out looking for someone to help*
*Calls out* No! Seriously! I have a kid! I'm going to starve down here without applesauce!
And
Well
*Looks at her red-stained hand*
ACTUALLY
...
CALL AN AMBULANCE WHILE YOU'RE AT IT
*hugs everyone and slinks back into the shadows*
*Slowly moves back upstairs, vision occasionally blurring*
#ChaseForBook9
Also while I'm here
Perrie Hair Colour Edit ➡️
She has blonde dreadlocks now omfg they're perf ❤️
But I gave her purple hair with green highlights
Yeah sorry bye
NUUUUUUU don't leave, Trip! *smacks with a feather*
-
*She tries to jump, then carve a staircase out of the snow*
Lorcan: What do you want fuckface?
*Deacon tuts as he continues to just walk around the edge of the light. Lorcan knows he has more of an advantage in the light then the shadows.*
Deacon: Such language. Your mother would not be impressed.
Lorcan: My mother taught me to swear.
*Deacon smiles at the quick remark and glances at Lorcan's balled up silver fists*
Deacon: Is your wolf now silver, just for curiosity sake.
Lorcan: I don't have a wolf anymore, I'm pure silver.
Deacon: Interesting. You do realise that you've become a bit of a hinderance and you need to be put out of the way.
Lorcan: Still thinking you love my mother? You were the same in my world, just a pathetic fantasist who couldn't stand being alone. She doesn't love you. No one does. And you know it!
*Deacon was suddenly gone from his vision and was behind Lorcan. He kicks Lorcan in the lower back and Lorcan falls to his knees but he was able to block some of the pain as his silver covered his back. Deacon straightens up as he continues to walk around the edge again*
Deacon: Excuse me, my wolf can't control itself sometimes. Now as I was saying, you have a choice to start thinking about wonderboy. Either you leave your mother alone or else that pretty little girlfriend of yours would make such an excellent plaything.
*Lorcan gritted his teeth as he could feel the silver spread itself up his arms and over his body. His anger was fuelling it. How dare he threaten Alexis*
Very pretty, Mara ;)
Language, Emerald :)
*looks out the window* Alexis! What on earth is he matter?
#ChaseForBook9
*She flops out onto the ground and looks around- familiar settings*
*Realizes it was her roof that the contraption crashed into*
*Sighs, and presses her hand to her bleeding forehead again* Headache... Talk about one
(Alexis: aww :) kick his ass Lorcan. )
Alexis: MOM RAVEL!!!!
What?!
Ravel: *comes down* What?!
Alexis: Deacan kidnapped Lorcan!
And does Deacon think he's gonna win? He touches Lorcan he has a Dead Man and someone who knows their true name after him.
Ravel: I doubt he cares
Alexis: *dashes to Trip* Deacon took Lorcan!!! There were shadows and he's the only Necromancef I know who would...
*is now by the tree house thanks to blogland dimesion space folding tricks*
Dead man, old man, these phrases are synonymous.
#ChaseForBook9
I know, I caught all that. I'm already working on finding him.
#ChaseForBook9
Ravel: Either way, he has Lorcan.
Alexis: Please we have to get him back!
Relax Lexi.
Deacon's soul shields against scrying, unfortunately I ran out of lover stones last week...
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palindrome *slips back into shadows*
*She pushes herself to her feet, which turns out to be a considerable effort, and looks for where she is- she's past the 1D house, the bar, Zafira's, and is completely where her lab ISN'T*
*Holding her head back to keep as much blood in as she can, she walks for her lab, her other hand on her belly* Sorry, kid- hope you're alright..
Alexis: What about tracking him through his mind?
Ravel: Has anyone taught you, Lexi?
someone needs to make a map of blogland so I know where to say snows cabin in the woods is
(I swear to god if you kill that kid I'm gonna fly Trip to Kentucky )
Well, it might work. But if the technique is similar to scrying, it won't work.
#ChaseForBook9
(I've never been to kentucky, could be fun. By all means, Adra.)
#ChaseForBook9
Deacon: So what's it gonna be Lorcan? Your mam or your girlfriend?
*Lorcan starts chuckling as Deacon looks confused. Lorcan then lifts his head to look at him*
Lorcan: How's your hands after last time?
*Deacon looks uneasy as he rubs his hands against his jacket. They were still burnt and not healing as quickly as they should*
Deacon: Fine but why do you ask?
Lorcan: No reason.
*Lorcan suddenly charges, his silver covering his whole body from head to toe. He slams into Deacon's abdomen and knocks him hard onto his back causing the floor to crack. Lorcan then quickly pushes his hands onto Deacon's face. Deacon screams as the silver starts to burn into his flesh.
Deacon vanishes into shadows and stumbles into the light. He's shocked as he sees Lorcan in full silver form. His face feels like it's melting off.
Lorcan turns quickly and charges again, this time sending balls of silver at Deacon's hands. The balls wrap themselves around Deacon's hands and start to stick. He screams again, unable to call his shadows.
He falls to the floor writhing in agony. Lorcan walks over, his whole body shining in the light and places a foot on Deacon's chest.*
Lorcan: Looks like no one's afraid of the big bad wolf now.
(The kid isn't dying! I would not do that to Adra, not Trip!)
-
*She pulls her coat tighter, but then falls over something- a foot*
*Stumbles, but catches herself*
*Looks back*
*Her breath catches*
Cincinnati is in Ohio, so we could switch between the two states. It's a cool town, actually.
And it's cold.
(Oh good, I much prefer the cold.)
#ChaseForBook9
Alexis: I don't know...
Look Lorcan is strong, maybe we should let him fight. He has your link, Lexi.
Alexis: I can see a fight....and it looks like he is winning, Lorcan I mean.
Are there any specific details?
#ChaseForBook9
Aye, that's why I like living here. Lots of snow, too. Theaters, music halls... It's very fun. Plenty to do, ofc.
-
*She doesn't even think twice- no, not with a child, and runs as fast as she can towards her lab, making quite a racket as he laughs behind her, and she can feel the vibration of his steps as he follows after her*
Alexis: Deacon is on the ground...Lorcan has him there
._. I will trade with either of you. If i go somewhere cold i have reason to wear gloves and my trench. Here in Aus it's pointless ;_;
yes still here just ever-so-slightly afk
No! Stay away from my temperate paradise! Find your own!
Yes, but what's the room like?
#ChaseForBook9
Alexis: Too dark for me to tell...
Damn.
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*She, without looking back, shouts* I THOUGHT WE KILLED YOU!
*He appears in front of her, and she collides with him- he gripping her arms* Philosopher's stone, my love.
*She twists herself out of his grasp, and stomps on his knee, ducking past*
*The ground grows darker beneath her feet, and, she suddenly falls through the ground as if it were not there, and hits the bottom, finding herself encased with rock*
*Keeping her cool, she touches the rock around her, but it doesn't budge- he's holding her magic back*
*She begins to panic now, not knowing how far under she is, and it is as if the walls are tightening closer around her form- they probably are*
*She gasps in the darkness*
K HB. Heh. My trench is pretty sweet
*Deacon looks at Lorcan, his voice laced with pain.*
Deacon: Come on then wonder boy, are you going to kill me?
*Lorcan grabs the scruff of his neck, purposely making sure he is touching Deacon's skin*
Lorcan: I wouldn't give you the satisfaction you prick. So no, I won't kill you. I'm bringing you back and you're going to fix my mother.
*Deacon's eyes grow wide in panic. All his hard work and sacrifice, this kid wanted him to undo it all. He can't do that.*
Deacon: And if I don't?
Lorcan: There is no refusal in this arrangement. Now where are we, I would like to go home.
*Deacon indicates there is a light switch over to his right. Lorcan flips it and all the lights come on. He's in a warehouse. He gasps though as he is looking at a body hanging from the ceiling by a rope.
It was Deacon.
Lorcan slowly turns back to the person he has on the floor and sees that part of the face is actually melting off like it was some sort of mask or glamour.*
Lorcan: Who the hell are you?!
Alexis: I apologize. *sighs*
hello hellboy
Yay for trenchcoat appreciation xD There are dozens of us! Dozens!
*looks around at the ominous voice* Uh. ...Yes?
*She begins to hit at the walls, her breath quickening as the ground touches her stomach, and doesn't seem to stop moving and- it'll crush her baby if he doesn't-*
*Gasps, as she's thrust from the rock, and hits the surface with a gasp, sucking in as much air as she can, her arm wrapped around herself as Cain steps over, and leans down*
I'm sorry, where are your manners? You haven't introduced me to your child yet, Adra.
*She neglects answering*
*His voice is loud, and next to her ear*
Answer me
*She jumps and swings a branch at him, which he ducks to avoid* They're none of your business, Cain. None at all.
[[Had to delete double post, sorry :P]]
no one noticed when I threw myself of a building... I wonder if they'll notice when I throw youoff?
-if Trip has gone, *hugs* *Glares at his need for sleep* Pah! -
-joking-
(Is ere lol innit fam?)
#ChaseForBook9
(I DON'T SPEAK CHAV)
*gasps* Le gasp! But I don't know how to fly and my trenchcoat no longer works as a means to slow me down ;_;
I guess I'll think of something.
(Neither do I, I speak 'gangsta'.)
#ChaseForBook9
omfg. Trip. Sweg.
(Band teacher one: did you know that flysvhum in F sharp?
Band teacher two: yep. And when you hit them, they hum in F flat
me:*facepalm*)
*She turns, with a wave of her hands, rocks fly into Cain's way, and she turns, sprinting her weird pregnancy-sprint for the bar and hits the door to hard, she could break the door in if it were able to be done* FOR GOD'S SAKES, IF YOU DON'T OPEN UP, I'M NOT GOING TO MARRY YOU WHEN I FINALLY ASK
it's time to fly, hellboy *pivks hik up and chucks him off a building*
*picks, *him
*opens the door* We were just discussing Lorcan being kidnapped. Is this a proposal?
#ChaseForBook9
YES SURE IT IS.
JESUS
LET ME IN
*Pushes him back wards, moving into the bar and shutting the door, locking it, and putting a chair in front of it, then another, then grabs a table, beginning to move that*
*Lorcan walks over to the body that is hanging and looks it up and down. It's been cut all over, little intricate slices and deep wounds, almost like bleeding it dry.*
Lorcan: What did you do to him?
Imposter: I needed his shadows or else no one would have believed.
Lorcan: Why? Why did you do all this?
Imposter: Your mother has something called the power of the moon. It's sort of like a curse but its a rare genetic informality. Any children she has always has the lycanthrope gene and because it's always children infected by the moon, because she has this power, none of her children are ever infected by the moon. She can basically produce complete indestructible immortal cubs.
*Lorcan looks disgusted at the man on the floor.*
Lorcan: You wanted to breed with my mother?!!
Imposter: A cub thats not susceptible to the moon can learn magic. Be exactly like he is without having an mutant gene.
*The imposter nods towards Deacon's body. Lorcan begins to realise what he was saying*
Lorcan: *whispers* An army of Deacon's...
Imposter: With every magical possibility known to mages. But then you arrived and became the exception to the rule. The first ever silver mage.
Adra. That door can resist a nuke, it'll only open if it wants to.
#ChaseForBook9
*plummets* *checks his watch as he does*
(First? There's a guy called Geoffrey down in accounts...)
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Oh, humor me then- *Her legs slide of from under her, and she falls forwards, catching herself on her elbow, breathing out* That was a work out. Holy shit. Hooooooooly shit.
*She awkwardly slides from her coat, and presses it against her forehead, hoping to stop the bleeding*
soon, the whole of blogland will be falling off buildings
(You're a monster, Hellboy.)
(Omg Em....)
Um...
Adra, what's going on?
#ChaseForBook9
I was- well.
Hm.
Unpleasant things. And people. People who are supposed to be dead, but apparently aren't because of STUPID PHILOSOPHER'S STONES.
*Glares at the floor, wincing, having jostled her head in her anger*
(you kno it bae)
Erm...
Could you elaborate?
#ChaseForBook9
Why are my comments doubling .-.
(Because THEY'RE MULTIPLYING!)
#ChaseForBook9
(We talked about this Hellboy, you don't like the word 'bae' or 'doe')
*Looks up at him* Cain, and he's a bit more of an asshole than the last two times I've encountered him, so this will be fun..
XD you pic doesn't beat this, hellboy -->
Good morning, afternoon, evening, or other time of day, Blogland.
Ay Sir
Oh joy exes all round.
#ChaseForBook9
Hey sir......
€:
Herrow Sir.
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Lorcan: But then if that's Deacon, then who the hell are you?
*Lorcan walks over to the imposter and keeps his hands on his face until the Deacon face melts away. The man screams in agony as Lorcan jumps back in shock and disbelief.*
Lorcan: You...
*Drew sits up, his face white and burned to bits. He looks at Lorcan and smiles. Exactly like Deacon.*
Drew: You were expecting the boogeyman?
Yeah. Oh joy.
*Lets her had back against the ground*
*Frowns*
Have I told you I figured out what our kid's gonna be yet?
(DREW)
(OH MY GOD
I FORGOT ABOUT HIM
OH MY GOD
IM SO SORRY
HOW LONG WAS HE DOWN THERE)
(KILL THEM TRIP, KILL THEM WITH FIRE!
OH GOD THEY'RE IN THE WALLS)
(i know ;_; i wanted to use 'bae' once and it didnt feel right. Especially when it doubled.)
SNOW WHHHHY THAT PICTURE D;
Both sad and funny at the same time, well done.
(Omg...)
Yesterday you screamed at me about how I had a responsibility to my daughter. So is it a that one?
(I was wondering where he's gotten to!)
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Greetings, Ms. Dark, Stormberg, Melody, Kerias, and Mr. Castalan and Reynolds.
Heya Sir!
*trollllllllll*
Wow, I didn't think you caught that.
*She awkwardly rolls- does a worm thing across the floor over by his feet*
*Looks up*
* With a genuine smile*
Give me your hand.
*gives her a hand*
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*Pulls him down to the floor instead*
Sit. And check this out, because she's doing some Olympic swimming thing right now. I swear, it's aerobics.
*sits*
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*is contemplating who to throw off a building next and wondering if Hellboy has hit the ground yet*
*Nods*
*Carefully moves his hand to the bump she has, and waits for a moment, before he would feel a tiny kick*
(Nope. Still falling.)
Lorcan: But... I just... I don't understand...
Drew: Deacon was my half brother. My father had an affair with a necromancer and her genes were mutated, combined with the lycanthrope gene, he became mutated. He could do magic.
Me and my sister never got that chance. We had to do things the traditional werewolf way. Get sick when the moon was out, control our anger, try not to kill each other or our parents. But his magic helped him, he never got sick, his anger was his own whenever he was genuinely angry.
I found out that Emerald had the moon gene when I saw that you never got infected by the moon.
When you killed her, I knew there was only one person who could bring her back. Of course when he refused and just wanted to vanish like he always did. He gave me no choice.
Lorcan: But you were never like Deacon, never thought like him. Why now?
Drew: Adra, she tried to detox me off the blood when I attacked Leo. But my wolf had been poisoned by Deacon's shadows. I started thinking more like Deacon and realising how intelligent and thought out he was. How he was able to keep 6 steps ahead of everyone else.
So I gave up on my detox and dug a way out of there. It wasn't easy but me and my wolf did it together.
Lorcan: So where the hell are we exactly.
Drew: A special built place. Deacon built it after he first came to Blogland. It's under the lake.
*Lorcan looked to the window and could see a few fish swim by. He wasn't lying. How the hell was he going to get out of here and get Drew up to heal his mother*
(This is adorable and all, but I told myself I'd go to bed at 1 AM, so, self discipline and all. :P)
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*throws trip off a building* sleeeepppppppp
(no you can't)
(noooooo)
*throws adra off a building* shush. He has to go.
(SNOW YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW PAINSTAKINGLY LONG I HAVE WAITED
FOR
THAT
lalvefbvheljhab
grr
damn sleep.)
[hugs]
(So if Lexi and Lorcan had kids I wondef what would happen...genes of a silver mage...
Dont yell at me yell at The Ominous Voice in Italics
(Such filthy thoughts Zaf. And Lexi should be able to see all this with the link and that shouldn't she??)
Hey Fabu *hug*
-
*Adra sighs* *mumbles a few choice words*
*Curls up on her side for a moment, the cut on her forehead has stopped bleeding*
(She can. Yes. And Lorcan can see her,
*tackles fabi* hide from the Ominous Voice. He wants to throw you off a building.
*Lorcan suddenly senses something. He then remembers his link with Lexi.*
Lorcan: Lexi?! Baby are you okay
Alexis: I'm fine...I can see what is happening....are you alright? I mean I see what is happening....
Lorcan: I'm fine, I just don't know how I'm gonna get out here and bring this prick with me.
*She shakes her head, and, feeling hungry and knowing for a fact that Trip won't have any food that is worthwhile, makes a small portal, and falls through back to Italy*
*She lands on her comfy bed*
*The portal shuts*
Alexis: Do you want me to try going down?
((He'll have trouble doing that, seeing as I'm not really here...))
(( I'll be on email, though, if anyone needs me.))
Lorcan: I don't know how far under I am Lexi and it's too dangerous on your own.
*She slides slightly off her bed, then looks down at her belly* Sorry, kid- another night. *Sigh* You'll like him, I swear.
*Sticks her feet into some slippers, and goes to her short fridge, getting out a bag of pre-popped popcorn, pouring it into a bowl, and sitting out on the veranda to look at the sky, not sure how she feels about the lack of people around anymore*
*Shrugs to herself* It's probably better..
Alexis: Then what do you want me to do?
*Lorcan sounds panicked suddenly*
Lorcan: I don't know baby...
(And on that note, I need to go to bed because I am sick as hell and I need sleepsie doodles!! I'll be back on tomorrow. Peace out my lovely peoples xx)
(Night Em)
Goodnight, Em.
I have to go as well- more work to do. Goodnight.
G'night, Ameriminions *hugs* Have a good one.
I'm here I'm gonna play on my one game
*headstands in the shadows*
Hai there Snow
*has been here the whole time*
I think I shall sleep
So I've been sitting here, trying to think of something meaningful to dedicate to... but I cant. And it got me thinking. Everything worthwhile seems to have already had a page dedicated to it. It seems it has all been done before.
And I love getting first and working out a dedication, but it's getting so hard, y'know?
So.... I wanna mix it up a bit, and do something so different and fun.... something I doubt has been done before.
I am... I am going to dedicate this page to every other dedication that has ever been done on this blog. To every bloglandian, blogger and insane person. To everythkng mentioned right here. To our home. But I'm doing it my way. Doing it the insane way.
This is me, deciding to mix it up. And what I am doing is this:
I want you to email me quotes. Amazing bloglandian quotes. And I am going to compile them. And post them. That is going to be my dedication. Email me anything. A word. A sentence. A paragraph. Anything a bloglandian has said that just stuck in you head and/or heart. Anything. Possitive, negative, opinionated or completely neutral. Just send me and email and I will add it.
my email addresses:
hilyerj@gmail.com
lonleysnow@gmail.com
Dont even hesitate. Just send them.
And it now has a blog :).
Anyone can join said blog. And it's just gonna be a project.
http://myprojectofbloglandianquotes.blogspot.com.au/
[Sings softly to self]
I got the 2 you sent me fab *hugs* thanks
[Low laugh]
[Laugh increases in volume and becomes more maniacal]
[Smiles pleasantly at Snow]
Right then
[Hums cheerily]
[Will be going to sleep early today, just a warning.]
Okay
I wish I could pause time and finish this...
Hey
I love that ded Snow, I'll email you in a moment :) May suddenly disappear for dinner, but that won't be for long.
Hi Saph [hugs]
*hugs Mossy-pear back* How are you?
...
I'm botanical. You?
Hey saph.
Botanical? *ponders that*
Tired, but good :) Parent-teacher meetings tonight, which confuses me because we've only had two days of actual lessons...
Hey Snowy :3 *huggles*
*is thinking*
Gtg, bbl
[hugs]
Okai saph
I'm gonna call it a night... Bye [hugs]
PS-- it's a night
XD night fab
Bye Moss... *hugs*
Snow, you still around?
Yuhhh
Accidentally close the comments and had to navigate back here. Fun
I just go through my history when that happens :)
I would, but I am on my tablet and I dont knlw where the history is
I wish I had a tablet :)
I have 15 internet tabs and 45 Word docs open... no wonder my computer's so slow.
I got it for Christmas after a lot of smooth talk and dishes being washed.
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