First, let's get some bad news out of the way... errr... you're going to have to wait just a FEW more days for the Tanith cover...
(notmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfaultnotmyfault)
Ahem.
This probably won't make you feel ANY better about the delay, but it's looking amazing right now. We still have to get the colour just right (because this was an unplanned addition to the series, it's kind of thrown our title-colour scheme up into the air...) but it's looking beautiful. Tanith looks like a total BAMF.
Middle of next week. DEFINITELY.
Hopefully.
The good news is, I've finished writing it. I finished yesterday and sent it off. Right now, before the editing process begins, it is 54,000 words long. That's fifty-four THOUSAND.
It was MEANT to be roughly twice the size of The End Of The World, which came in at something like 17,000 words. So when I started I was looking at a quick 36,000 word novella that I'd bang out between the end of the KOTW tour and the beginning of writing Book 8, giving me loads of time to relax and take it easy.
And it was going fine, it really was. I had Tanith and Sanguine, and they'd recruited their team of villains, and the story was rattling along and everything was cool... and then I introduced a team of good guys as well. So we have Dexter Vex and Frightening Jones and a few new characters, including the Monster Hunters (two guys I've been trying to find a place for in the regular books) and Saracen Rue. Saracen is the only surviving member of the Dead Men that we haven't met yet, and it was just so much fun writing them all that the word count kind of... ran off, dragging me behind it.
It was MEANT to be a little sliver of a book. Now it's practically two-thirds the length of Book One.
The things I do for you people, I swear...
The "Can Your School Get More Awesome?" competition is still going strong over at the Skulduggery website. The ingenuity on display is something to behold, with many of you using both social AND mainstream media (local papers, radio stations) to garner as many votes as possible. Have to say, I'm impressed at the imagination being displayed- there are some real smart cookies out there. There a few schools that are practically guaranteed to be in the top ten, there are plenty more who have established themselves as challengers, and then there are the schools with only a few votes. And to the people who put forward THOSE schools, I have to ask- how does it feel to be so utterly cool? How does it feel to be the only one in your area with enough good taste to vote? You are shining lights, you truly are.
I'm just looking at some of the photos... I love that the Bishopston school in Swansea and Heathcote School and a few others have sent us photos of the school crest- I have no idea how Tom would have drawn Skulduggery in THOSE photos but it would have been fun to see him try...
And St Annes in Shankill, who supplied an arial view... Dammit, if this had been voted for, Tom could have drawn Valkyrie plummeting from the sky and Skulduggery swooping in to save her. Argh! The potential for coolness would have been astronomical!
Let's see, what else... Skulduggery and Val would have looked awesome in the corridor of Holy Family Senior School in Ennis... and they have skeletons in St Matthews!... imagine Val abseiling down the side of Carterton Community College... or Skulduggery walking up the stairs of Selly Park Technology College for Girls... the dogs in Gabbinbar State School in Toowoomba (you don't have to look up Toowoomba to know it's in Australia, do you?) would have been able to chew on poor Skulduggery's leg... awww and I've just seen the picture from Invicta Grammar School with all the girls in army fatigues- I'd have loved to have visited there... I'm pretty sure that's a picture of Camilla visiting Brookside Primary School- so Val would have looked pretty cheeky pulling a face behind her back... and she would have fit right in with the girls from Oakmeeds Community College... Skulduggery would have been so proud to stand in amongst everyone in Scarborough College... then we have Skulduggery himself in Brentwood Ursuline Convent HS... and I'd have loved to have visited Hitchin Girls School, if only so I could have made a load of jokes about hitchin' girls...
Voting is still going on, so you've all got plenty of time left. Once we have the top ten, it'll be up to me to pick the photo that would lead to the best Skulduggery pic and then we'll have our winner. But the effort all of you have gone to is just hilariously impressive...
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OH DAMN HB!!
:P
That's ace :)
:D Cheers, Adra. Go get some sleep.
Hmmmm
bye those whe left
Aye, Cap'n *salutes*
*Marches off the interweb*
[hugs all]
*returns the salute* I'm gonna be around for a little while, but i msd.
*thinks about my name*
Niccolò: *once the door closes, slowly becomes visible and drops down from Aretha's ceiling, landing rather ungracefully* *staggers back a few steps till he reaches the wall, and sinks to the ground, placing pressure on a wound just below his chest*
Ari: *drops to her knees beside him* You haven't healed it yet.
Niccolò: I-
Ari: Heal it. *pours her energy into his* *it heals* *smiles, even though now they're both exhausted, and leans her head on his shoulder* Thank you.
Niccolò: Thank you. You handled yourself quite wonderfully there. Four against one, and almost all of them with weapons.
Ari: But they couldn't have hurt me even if I did nothing. I'd have lost if you weren't there.
Niccolò: That is what I am here for, is it not?
Ari: *frowns* I hope not. It isn't your duty to get hurt on my behalf all the time. Speaking of which- how was Jay?
Niccolò: You did feel that.
Ari: But only barely.
Niccolò: He was no trouble.
Ari: But you winced. You don't usually wince.
Niccolò: Fair point. However, a wince is hardly any cause for panic.
Ari: A bullet wound might be.
Niccolò: In any case, I am fine now, and they've gone.
Ari: *sighs* Right. You can stay here, if you want. I'll just finish this up, and then we can leave. *gets up and goes to her desk again, to finish her report* *finally*
#ChaseForBook9
((Ari: Goodnight, Hemlock. *hugs* Even though I might not sleep just yet.))
#ChaseForbook9
((Ari: *hugs Moss*))
#ChaseForBook9
(I'll shoot you.
FUCK WHAT AM I DOING.)
*bops adras nose* sleep.
(No, I have a good reason to.
When I went to sleep last might I lay there and my thoughts just got darker and darker and I actually can't do that.
So I might milk this one, ta..
Ugh.
Adra gets really flipping sad.
I might need to write a bit more.. Join if you like but, to be frank, it...
Ah nvm.)
(No, Snow- last night, I thought I was going off a deep end, and it wasn't fun.
So sh.
And let me write, dammit. :P
Also Aretha Tesla I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE.)
((Niccolò: I've already been shot once tonight- for you to shoot me again would be rather unoriginal, I'm afraid. However, you're welcome to do so another day.
Ari: Well, we're both alive! And the war might be over soon! And his name is sealed! That's a lot of good things! We're almost going mainstream! Not quite, though. But I will add that if Adra dies, we will both kill you.))
#ChaseForBook9
Right, wel,, I g2g. You know how it is. Places to go, people to brutally slaughter... bye *hugs all*
*She lays down, and shuts her eyes*
*She imagines how it will go, and where she will be*
*In a desert, at night when it's cool*
*There were two choices after she got there. Choice A- starve to death, and let the Earth kill you. If you're going to hell, might as well start now. Choice B- quick and simple, a simple bullet*
*Which is something she doesn't like*
*Her death always was destined to be slow, anyway*
*Imagines herself crawling, baking under the sun like a piece of cooked meat, the creatures coming to peck and gnaw at her body once she is long deceased*
*To where it will finally decompose and fall back to the Earth*
((Niccolò: Goodbye, Snow.
Ari: Bye Snow! *hugs*))
Niccolò: *a few moments later, once he's recovered some breath* Perhaps I ought to pay Adra a visit. She seemed rather troubled earlier today.
Ari: *frowns, and nods* Say hello for me.
Niccolò: *appears in front of Adra's door, and knocks on it*
#ChaseForBook9
Bye Snow!
She'll be dead already, I don't think it will be a sentiment.
Niccolo, if I were to kill you, I'd poison you, to be frank.
*Adra falls of her couch, having been so aggressively thrown from her mind*
*She blinks, not really sure what woke her up*
Hello..?
*Looks at the ground*
Oh. Probably something fell..
*Glares at her hands, picking from them*
((Niccolò: I think it would be quite a challenge to effectively poison me, but you are welcome to try if you like.
Ari: I said that if she dies, I'll kill you. Not her. *eyes narrow* I will find you))
Niccolò: *waits a few moments, then knocks again*
#ChaseForBook9
*glass
Drat, I forgot to write that
I disappear easily, good luck with that, Aretha :)
I will, Ta!
-
*Her eyes widen, and she observes the colossal mess that she had made from breaking so many things with her bat*
*The blood of Hydra*
*Picks the biggest pieces of glass from her hands, but the rest are still in there, annoyingly*
*Grabs her overcoat, and opens the door*
*Slips outside, shutting the door behind her* Hello, Nic! I hope you don't mind if we stay out here- I'm getting a bit of cabin fever from being in there.
A lot is going on here.
I don't want Aiden to really be a serial killer..
I think I want him to be a special forces agent.
A special kind of special..
Ah, so like an assassin gone rogue?
((Sounds interesting, Aiden.))
Niccolò: I can heal your hands for you, if you'd like.
#ChaseforBook9
((Starts approximately seventeen years ago. I don't want to date it specifically, though.))
The chauffeur dropped her off at the door and unloaded her suitcases. "Do you need me to walk you in, Miss Camille?"
Cami held her head high. "No, thank you. If you would be so kind as to carry these to my room, I will check in at the office."
"Of course, Miss Camille."
She nodded briskly and arrogantly, precisely the way one would expect of a Cavendish. Assuming one didn't know any of the Cavendishes particularly well.
*******
Her roommates were all nasty, and tried to dunk her head in the toilet. She didn't take it, not from Madison Heywood, not from any of them.
*******
The classes were different than she'd expected. Lots of languages, lots of computers. Computers. She could see why her parents sent her here.
*******
As the classes grew more advanced, and she learned about cultures and cryptography, accents and access codes, she began to understand the bigger picture. She didn't want to.
*******
She yelled and screamed at her parents, which, in retrospect, probably wasn't a wise decision. They still sent André to the same school. She didn't get to see him much, as there was little interaction between the different year groups, but she didn't want to see the look on his face when he finally realized why she'd been so insistent
((I don't even know, might delete this later...))
*She looks at them* It's alright, I can fix them soon enough. It isn't that hard.
Wow. That's really good, Fabi! *hugs*
Yeah.
I know most of you are probably tired of the whole assassin thing,
But at least he's rogue now.
Assassins? They're classic, I don't know what you're talking about :)
((Ari: I was an assassin, until I got sucked into the Elder thing. I never actually wanted to be an Elder, though- I actually tried to lose the job recently. But I'm stuck with it now. Anyway, my point is, assassins really never get old around here.))
#ChaseForBook9
Well, perhaps I could join your guild someday. But until then, I have a quarry to settle with one Zafira Kerias.
(Roleplay-wise, I'm not trying to argue with her anymore. I know I really don't show it, but I love all of you guys. Even though I grief, even though I hardly ever come on here, and even though I won't really get this back from you guys.. I love you all.)
((Ari: I thought that was really good, Moss. *hugs* And I'd love to read more, if you're still up for writing.))
Niccolò: Are you quite certain there is nothing I might help you with?
#ChaseforBook9
We love you too. Honestly. *hugs*
Aw. Thanks, Adra.
So, when are you due?
Who's the father?
And what sex is it?
*Nods* Absolutely! Except, though, I might die from eating so much applesauce, so if that happens, you'll have to pass it along to Aretha.
((Ari: Hey- who says you won't get it back? It is very, very, very difficult for me to dislike people. Unless they're a certain type of arrogant. But that's just a flaw in me, and you're not that, anyway. I don't think I've ever really communicated that much with you, but I'd certainly call you my friend, any day, and you seem pretty awesome to me. *hugs*))
#ChaseForBook9
She's due...
Hm.
Five months, I think.
Trip, obviously.
And I have the thought of it, but I'll have to ask Trip what he wants, because it's going to be his character too.
Or something
Omh
Aw thanks, Ari.
-hugs-
Now, back to some Roleplay~~~
If you don't mind, ladies, where does Zafira Kerias live?
In a cave by the ocean..
Right.
I'll be off, to search for her.
That smokestack by those trees look like a good place to start.
-I make sure I have my weapons, making my way to the smokestack-
Niccolò: I owe you a great deal, as does Aretha, and you are my friend, and I have precious few of those. I know perfectly well that you are lonely and distressed. You have been there, time and again, for every one of us. I know I am certainly not the most reliable of allies, but I would very much like to be there for you, to the best of my ability. And I'll not force you into anything, but I can tell you that isolating yourself will do you no good.
#ChaseForBook9
check out the latest post on a little crazy XD
((not here))
I-
...
...
Can I stay with you and Aretha? Only for a short while, I promise..
(Ari, are you speaking to me..?)
(That was to Adra, Aiden :P)
((Ari: That bit in the parenthesis was addressed to you. That bit Niccolò just wrote was roleplay. :) ))
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Niccolò: Certainly. You're welcome to stay for as long as you like- she has a surplus of spare rooms.
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*She smiles slightly* Thank you, I appreciate it- a lot.
Niccolò: It's no trouble, and it will be a pleasure to have you around. I'm afraid you'll have to travel to and from Blogland via portal, however. I do hope you don't mind.
#ChaseForBook9
Not at all- that's how I do most of my transportations, anyway..
*She picks up her bag, stifling a yawn* *Murmurs about how kids are so energy consuming*
*With a few choice words*
http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=tGRNu9uEzO8
OMG watch from 1:08
My belly.. It's too funny.
I love SeaNanners!
The Hidden are my favorites
Niccolò: I've already set them up- you won't need to make any of your own, unless you'd like to. I only thought I ought to give you some warning. Until we finish rebuilding the cabin in the woods, Aretha is currently living in a mortal suburb. I've laid a perception filter over her home so none of her neighbors can recognize her, or see any magic, but it isn't as close to Blogland as she was before.
#ChaseForBook9
((Ari: I'm not really sure what any of that is, but it seems fairly amusing.))
#ChaseForBook9
*She nods* That's quite alright, homes do that occasionally, I know the feeling. *She nods*
(I apologize- I really should probably go before it's twelve. Hopefully I'll get a delay but I might not. If you want, we can continue from this very spot tomorrow, but to be honest, Adra would only get there and go immediately to sleep, so, perhaps we can just assume they went back?
Because I don't even know how the hell she's standing :P
((Niccolò: Certainly. Aretha and I ought to leave now, as well. We can assume we've already gone there.
Farewell, Aiden. It was lovely speaking with you.))
#ChaseForBook9
hello...?
Hello? Anyone here?
(Can we all forget that I'm me for a while? Just believe in the character of Hemlock so I can enjoy myself again?))
Oh. Msd. can't stay long. Got school soon. I think I may just leave. Ok then. I'll return later! *waves* Bye!
(Goodbye Rhydian.))
*Smoke rolls from the corners of his mouth and he chuckles, striding into the light. He coughs up flame in his hand and lets it spread along his arms and shoulders* It does seem like I am alone. Am I wrong?
Hello...?
So I was wrong, a feat in itself! *He looks towards the new girl, a strange glint in his eyes* Hello dear.
Dear? Well, thats new. Most call me detective.
Well, detective- *he chuckles again and runs a hand through his blonde hair* Have you heard of me? Hemlock Ignivomous? I won't lie, I'll be greatly disappointed.
No. Sorry. Haven't the slightest clue who you are. Though... judging from the glint... I'd say your insane. At least slightly.
((G2g, be back in ... about 15-20 mins))
((And im back))
((Anddd...no one is here XD))
((Best picture of me EVER. wearing a fez on top ofa fedora, fake glasses and, though you cant see it, a bowtie and doctor who tee. My friend took that at my b-day party XD))
Still here...
Msd
2 hour delay. I no longer regret staying up
-I enjoy the show that Hemlock and Snow are putting on-
...
That was a long time ago.
Perhaps it's my time to shine.
-I stand up, lightning crackling between my fingers-
Hello, ma'am. I've never heard of you in my life. But I DO know your name is Snow Stormberg.
(Erm... Whoops?))
Detective, answer me this: why does everyone suspect me of being crazy? *He laughs again and coughs fire onto his hands*
(Partially here...))
((Aiden, I shall continue with hemlock me thinks))
Well, perhaps its that small glint in your eye. It just rings crazy in most people's eyes.
-I look over to Hemlock-
And you are.. Hemlock Ignivomous
((*shrugs* or we could do that))
*smiles* two people I haven't met. Wonderful
But detective, I'm not crazy. Not in the slightest. I'm certain of it. *He laughs again and the flames rear up* Might I ask for your name miss? *He turns at the sound of another voice* And might I inquire as to how you would know my name, sir?
Of course, of course. Snow Stormberg. Pleasure to meet you.
I know things.
I know who you really are, and where your true spirit resides.
You cannot hide anything from me.
Anything? Really? Well, thats quite reassuring, that...
Yes.
I have.. visions, you see
I am a trained assassin gone rogue.
I am as silent as the night,
And as deadly as the dawn.
Snow Stormberg, wonderful name, one I have never heard before. And I do believe the pleasure is mine. *He shoots the fire in the man's direction, glowering* That is not polite, giving away a man's tricks before he even picks up his cards.
*nods* I see...
And... your name's... Hemlock, if I hearx him correctly? Interesting name. Also one of my favorite poisons.
-strikes my whip in front of the fire, dispersing it before it hits me-
-electricity crackles through my body and into my whip, ready for combat-
Aiden, you want me rp wise I apologize you'll have to wait until tonight my time (tis 7:26am on Jan. 21st)
My favourite poison is from fire coral. It's rather interesting. Once injected with it, you feel your entire bloodstream catch on fire. Or, at least, that's what you feel.
*steps in between the two of them* please. Dont. Save it for another time, when I'm not trying to get to know both of you.
(It's okay, Zaf. :) you should prepare..)
-wraps my whip around Snow, throwing her against a nearby tree-
You do not interrupt us in combat, scum.
I dread this, no touching my son Christopher or Olivia.
A wonderful poison at that. *He chuckles again and blows a ring of smoke around Snow's face* And sir, you think you could beat a man of my strengths with a feeble whip? *He pulls out a black gun, oozing darkness from his pocket* Think again.
(Hey ill lurk a bit but msd
*sighs sitting in the treehouse* That kid shall be the death of me.
(Morning Hemlock.
Scum? Really? *gets up and walis in front of Aiden*
*looks in his eyes* what the hell is wrong with you?
(Good morning, Zafira.))
((Trying to develop snowTC a bit... *thinks*))
-focuses my eyes on hers, putting her in a trance, sending her off-
-spins to Hemlock, chuckling-
It's more than a flimsy whip.
-I jump in the air, striking black lightning in her direction-
(Just a note:
Please, when I'm portraying Hemlock, it's Hemlock, not anyone else. If you think it's me or I think that you think he's me, I can't enjoy myself.))
*watches the scene from my treehouse* holy hell. Good...god....*bangs head against wall*
Ravel: Lets just not notice them.
Is that the guy Nic was fighting?
Ravel: Zaf think how John would react.
*nods* (plus side i may get out by 11
-eyes Ravel and Zafira, a smile forming on my lips-
Later, Aiden.
*after a few seconds she shakes herself out of the trance and thinks for a minute before teleporting to lea*
*she soon teleports back, a bit further away with lea at her side, using his chameleon power. She watches the two new men from a reasonable distance*
(And note #2:
Hemlock is a guy.))
*He spins out of the way, a grin creeping onto his lips* Oh, a challenge? Someone possibly worth fighting? An assassin with a whip versus me? Ha! I would still win any day. *He shoots several bullets in the man's direction. As the bullets travel through the air, emerald fire engulfs their trails*
Ravel:oh my god is Aiden here?
(Gtg now bai
-I teleport behind Hemlock, grabbing his cheeks, ripping them off-
*winces and trys to work out if she should interfere and risk getting hurt, while lea stands next to her concentrating on keeping them concealed*
I think so....
Ravel: oh great.
(Im here for about 15-20min
(Kay zaf)
(Goodbye Zafira.))
*He curses loudly in his head and darts away from the man. His left hand darts under his sleeve to tap a concealed sigil and his cheeks heal themselves* One good thing about my- oh, wait. You know her. One good thing about your girl is her amazing knowledge on symbols. Can save a man's life, y'know. Too bad it couldn't save hers... *He laughs harder, throwing fire at the man*
What's the matter, Hemlock?
-I get hit by a fireball, jumping into the air and raining down on Hemlock with kicks-
Lets watch. *takes Ravel down to watch*
Ravel: *keeps Zaf close never moving his gaze from Aiden
*bits the inside of her cheek, really wanting to get involved. She's been craving a fight for ages. But lea would kill her*
*He does his best to defend himself while he struggles to reach his ankle. He activates another symbol, one that pulses blue energy from his core. His other hand is at his ribs, holding onto a broken one* Heavy foot, sir. Not too polite to kick strangers, might I add. *He reaches into his pocket and flicks out a sheet of paper towards him* It's from your little friend.
-I stop for a moment, a vision coming to me-
-I look at Zafira, and smile, traversing into another dimension-
*sighs heavily, teleporting them both away from the fight. Another day, maybe*
((G2g, bye *hugs all*))
(Goodnight, Snow.
Aiden, would you like to read the letter?))
Oh dear god.
Ravel: its ok. Calm down.
I'm not sure.
Ravel: I got you.
(I'll post it anyways, you can chose to respond to it if you'd like.))
Aiden,
You know how you do things and then you instantly regret them? Well, this situation right here is one of them. I paid this guy to do some stuff that I'd much rather not talk about (it's okay, he's not a prostitute!!) and now I'm kinda going to be killed for it. Bloody loopholes (heh...). Well, uh, yeah. I'm giving Hemmy this letter because it's kinda hard to deliver things like this in person while you're being chained to a wall. Love you.
Rose xoxo
(Aaaaand now i must go.
(Goodbye yet again, Zafira.))
Morning!
I might not be here!
But my school closed, so I'm happy :)
*A slight beeping is coming from the computer screen beside Adra and she grabs it, looking at it*
*Sighs*
*It was kind of them to take her into their home*
*She quickly makes a portal, to which leads to the medical Bay in her lab*
*She quickly tends to her patients*
*And then they, for no other reason than because she simply can not care for them, are sent back home to the remaining alchemists*
*They are well on the road to recovery anyway, so, where they heal doesn't make a difference to her and-*
*The lab was then empty, save for her*
*Grabs some applesauce, hopping outside to sit on her swing*
*Her mood has, significantly, increased since the night previous- whether it simply be because the home she was in was an inviting one, or that it was a rebound, she did not know*
*But she had one hand on her belly, and was trying to swing, obviously failing*
*Hums a song, because she's heard that children can still hear in the womb, although it is unlikely that her child can hear yet, she must hum*
Niccolò: *steps out beside her* May I bring you anything for breakfast?
#ChaseForBook9
Although no one is here, it seems :P good timing on my part.
-
*As she hums, she pulls out some tweezers, beginning to pick each individual piece of glass from her hands which is surprisingly difficult, what with some shards being smaller and deep in her hands*
*Again, wishes she took up the offer*
*Wants to perhaps smack her last-night self upside the head, which would do zero good*
*But she does feel better today, a whole lot better, which is something that surprised her. The majority of her death-wishes thoughts were gone*
*Which isn't to say she was enthralled to be alive, either, more of... Just, being.*
*Glances up* No, I'm fine, thank you.
((Ari: I got a decently sized glass shard stuck in my leg once. It took me an hour and a half with my mom's help and two pairs of tweezers to get it out. XD))
Niccolò: *nods* Is there anything else I might do for you?
#ChaseForBook9
I know the feeling- growing up we played in the river/ocean and there's quite a bit of glass there. And pottery, but we collect the pottery for fun :) I still have a piece of a teacup we had, and once found half of a plate. It was beautiful and ornate *Fangirl*
-
*She glances at her hands* Do you think, er, you could help me with these...?
(Nic ill continue with Ari when i get home. Probably by....noon if i get out early
(Uh...yeah checking wait hold on think im getting out
Niccolò: Of course. *gently takes her hands and heals, letting the glass shards drop into his hands* *vanishes, then quickly reappears without them*
#ChaseForBook9
Hey Zaf!
-
*She smiles* Thank you, it was becoming rather tedious to get them out.
(Noon i be back. Getting out at 11 but may be on later
((Ari: That sounds beautiful, Adra!
Hey, Zaf!))
Niccolò: You are most welcome.
#ChaseForBook9
(Starting Macbeth in English...
Uh yeah so i have 2hrs ill be free
(Hai Ari!! Sorry im probably msd but maybe by end of 3rd ill get on
((Ari: I'll have to leave around 10am our time, and I'm not sure when I'll be back, but I know at the least I'll be here by evening.))
#ChaseForBook9
Macbeth?
You mean Macdeath
Hah.
I actually make this joke every time
It's quite good, actually.
-
*To avoid any awkward standing around, she stands up on the swing, twisting it a little bit, and for once is a teensy bit taller than everyone*
*Which is stupid*
*Because she's short*
*Ow she just slapped me*
*OW*
*Narrator and Adra have a fist fight in the background*
*...*
*I'm not short. I'll kill whoever says otherwise. Oh yeah, and the narrator is dead now. Hah.*
So are you and Ari doing anything today?
That's alright, Ari :)
(Ok. Well. Ill be on tonight too no worries Ari
(Ok well we arent doing crap....i got half hour but msd ok thats cool....ill rp til I must go
Niccolò: She will be attempting to end the war today, if all goes well, and I shall have to assist her at some point, but until then I've nothing in particular to do. Typically, I'm either with her, or traveling around healing strangers, or distributing plants that have been engineered to absorb large amounts of carbon dioxide, or occasionally sharpening my knives, or working on a small project. How about yourself?
#ChaseForBook9
*She raises her eyebrows* Wow, that's impressive... I look after the couple of villages around the world, their people, and I work on whoever comes to my door...
Hm. I'm not really sure- I hardly ever have free time, so I wouldn't know what I do..
Niccolò: What do you enjoy doing?
((Ari: Msd unti 10, sorry))
#ChaseForBook9
Aro: *paces the cell he's in wishing he was anywhere but*
That's okay :)
-
Ah, well... *Thinks for a moment* Reading, writing- I'm quite good at solitaire, believe it or not. I sometimes make myself a dress, but that's usually when there's a need for it. Ice skating, dancing...
I'm sure there's more, but I can't think of anything.
Msd uh we have to go to lunches
Plural?
Dude what the hell?! We are going to lunches....im going to period 4.... Then we go 40min of math and history shoot me
I sometimes have 80 math then 80 AAA (history)
:P
I just looked outside- the snow is really beautiful, and it's coming down pretty hard. I think it's supposed to snow until at least 2 like this
I think i just shoved lunch so fast ok brb in history shoving my lunch in my mouth
It's not even ten, how does-
I don't understand. Omh
And since she's gone anyway. *Waves to Ari and Niccolò* *Hugs* Until later!
Ok basically we were told: oh we'll do all lunches! So each lunch is 20min and you have no downtime between classes
Yeah now in period 7/8. Ok i ate lunch at 9:20 ididnt get in until 9:30 i freakin shoved lunch in my mouth in history and yeah.
Ugh. Ok 40min im in math but i dunno if we'll do a lesson
Glub glub
*Adra ends up finding herself in the corner of a restaurant, ordering a simple meal of chicken and fries*
*The chicken tastes good*
*She sips her water, and fumbles with her hands absently, watching the other customers of the restaurant*
Rainstorm
Falling
Flowers
Lavender
Breeze
Bryony
Choice
Truth
Hello, Fabi!
Hello
Marshmallow
Purple and yellow
My brain feels like jello
Wbd, reworking some of the bits I posted last night.
Okay!
Hm, I think I shall dedicate to winter- to the icicles that hang from the cold house as it stands against the chilling wind, to the cars won't start, because the engine is frozen. To the lakes and the trees that have long since been covered and gelid. And finally, to the frosty earth that, although the world is dead, makes it feel more alive
*Got a bit carried away*
*Raises glass*
[Smiles and raises glass]
[Realizes that glass is actually a tomato that Effie illusioned]
[Oops]
((She wanted me to put that in there.))
Effie, love :3
Effie: :D
EFFIEEEEEE :333333
-
*She finishes her food, and glances at a couple across the restaurant, talking happily with each other*
*Sighs*
*It wasn't his fault he didn't remember*
*Puts her head in her hand and plays with her straw*
Might be here, might not.
I spent about five minutes trying to express how much I loved you all. I failed. :P
#ChaseForBookNine
AWH, Star!! *Nuzzles* BBY.
Hello!
Hi Adra! :)
#ChaseForBookNine
*Waves*
I know you said you're distant and stuffs, but if you want to join-
WAIT
WASN'T YOUR FRENCH THING TODAY???
[hugs Star]
I've been trying to write something like that for a while now, too.
And failing miserably as far as saying what I want to say...
*hugs Fabi as well*
"Ma homies"?
Coold
What up my crazy bitches! :)
hugsAdra = True
print('Hello, Em, Zaf. :-)')
Of course it's true, Fabi. I'm true. I'm always true!
Hello, Em1
How are you all today??
@Adra: YOU REMEMEBERED??????????????????????????????? :O
It went really badly. XD
However, I now know how to make it go less badly next time.
So *shrugs*
@Lantern: *hugs* :/
Well . . . you know what you want to say but can't say? Pretend I'm saying that to you. :)
That's one Bloglandian told, at least . . .
Plus, I was talking in Python this morning. :P Then in German I was trying to simultaneously talk in Python and French.
I also made a few rather good metaphors about the fact that I cannot handle my German lessons whatsoever. It's like . . . you know how I'm a bubble? Well, bubbles are like balloons. They pop. And you know my metaphor about people sitting blind at the bottom of a hill, and they think they're at the top but they can't see that they're not? Well, I'm trying to pull myself down from the top of the hill because the German is at the bottom, but it's rather hard to float DOWNWARDS, and my thoughts just wander above it distractedly. Also, you know when you go really deep underwater the pressure kills you? Well, when I try and pull myself down, the pressure gets to me and I pop and have an emotional breakdown.
*nods*
It's me, though. I'm the problem. It isn't really that bad. I should be able to be tolerant, but I'm NOT. Although, you know, I believe that anything is possible, and you can do anything you want, and you should never think that you can't do something, so I CAN actually do my German lessons, I just think I can't.
Anyway, I was sitting there unable to focus with my thoughts floating off discussing this, and my friend wasn't even listening and told me that Hunter wasn't real, and I was like I'M NOT DISCUSSING HIM I'M DISCUSSING GERMAN DAMMIT.
And then I was saying a great many other things, including trying to remember Lantern's poem (not the Python one, the other one) and I constructed a sentence in French off the top of my head about how I may as well just use this lesson to memorise my French because I would write my German much better at home on the computer, and then I was rather proud of that.
And I talked about many things, and had quite a few deep philosophical thoughts.
And when you're speaking just to speak, and not for people to listen, you shouldn't get annoyed by them not listening to you. That's just rather stupid. But I do.
And I wondered - if the whole world doesn't believe in total forgiveness, and you do, then isn't that rather looking like you're the one who's wrong here, compared to so many?
Then again, the world kind of sucks. :P
I really do need better friendship skills, though, because everyone just ends up talking to each other and then I'm still sat there talking to myself and possibly if I just kind of thought in my head, rather than out loud, I would manage to include myself in many more conversations.
Idk.
Did I tell you, the other day . . .
In English, we were discussing whther or not love at first sight existed.
And I never got the chance to say in the lesson, but -
Even if you think you fall in love with someone at first sight not for their looks, but because you saw them doing something so good and you just love them for doing that . . . you're not properly loving them. When you really love someone, you, to quote Mushroom, love someone despite their flaws and because of them. And if you merely love one good point of that person, you're not loving them as a whole.
However, like someone pointed out, it depends on your definition of love.
*shrugs*
Sorry. That's a few days' worth of ramblings.
#ChaseForBookNine
I'm staying inside against the threatening harsh winds
HEY EM! :)
#ChaseForBookNine
HEY STAR!!!!!!!!!!
Well I hope you are safe Adra.
That is a lot of ramblings... Uh, too many for me to answer with my own, sorry :P
I'm drawing, too.
And yes! Of course I did! People are always surprised, but you've been freaking our for weeks!
*hugs*
And I'm sorry it might not have been the way you wanted it, but you worked hard, and I think you're allowed to relax now. :)
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