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...
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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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«Oldest ‹Older 4801 – 4950 of 4950Hey Zaf! :)
And - @yourprofilepicture - THANK YOU. :)
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Course! *grins* Zaffy liketh
BABY EVEN WHEN WE'RE MILES APART
YOU'LL ALWAYS STAY INSIDE MY HEART
LET ME TELL YOU NO ONE ELSE WILL DO
CAUSE BABY NOTHING FEELS LIKE YOU
*writes it out as best as I can remember*
Arthur: So basically your plan is to kill me.
Merlin: Not exactly. Gaius has made a potion that gives the appearance of death, without the actual dying part.
Gaius: *holding potion* The potion will only take you to the brink of death.
Arthur: Oh, only to the BRINK.
Gaius: Don't worry. A single drop of the antidote is all that it takes to revive you.
Arthur: Antidote? What antidote? *looks at Merlin* You didn't say anything about an antidote!
Merlin: *looks up from what he's doing* I didn't think it was important.
Gaius: The potion will slow down your breathing and heart rate. For all intents and purposes, you will be dead. The antidote will reverse the effects of the potion - IF it is administered in time. If not, then you will die.
Arthur: *looks at Merlin* I THOUGHT YOU SAID IT WASN'T IMPORTANT!
Merlin: . . . Well, I suppose it is a bit important.
(I once tried to memorise that so I could write it out. :P That was a year or so ago, though.)
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@Zaf: Thanks!!! :) :)
Hey Mara! :)
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Oh my gosh, there's a character called Effie! And she's so Effie! And how the hell did Effie end up in someone else's book?
[Crosses arms]
@Lantern: ! :)
Effie is awesome. :)
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*laughs*
Repo! And Jekyll and Hyde :D
Zavel omg yesterday I was teased over Zavel
:) :) :)
I can't read about Ravel without thinking of Zavel now. XD
(I mean, read about Ravel in the books.)
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I can't either! And the group of us who Derek talked to over Skype will never let me live down his Zavel story, omg...I was asked yesterday how my 16 adopted kids and Celine were
@Zaf: *laughs* XD
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She is...!
Does that mean I'm stealing her from this book, though?
Because I'd read it before, years ago... I didn't remember Effie, because she's a minor character, but still...
Good morning, afternoon, evening, or other time of day, Blogland.
They seriously won't
I'm scared actually for Book 9
Hai Sir
@Lantern: O_O
And, no, not necessarily. :) Because you didn't know.
Thinking of book nine makes me sad, because . . . it's the end. :/
Hey Sir! :)
Snow impersonated you earlier. :P
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Greetings, Ms. Kerias, Inkbright, and Cryptic.
I saw, Ms. Inkbright.
Hi Sir
I hate endings
[Hides under a pillow]
@Sir: *nods*
(I'm writing out this suicide.
Oh my gosh.
I'm fine when I write about it or think about it, and then I stop, and like - THEY'RE DYING.
They're . . .
*isn't crying, though*)
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@Lantern: I know how you feel. D:
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Saracen Rue :P omg he is fun
Omg tho.
Effieeeeeeeeeeeeeee
:D D: :D D:
Woah....
OMG SHES HILARIOUS
[cries]
@Lantern: :) :) :)
(I may post this bit of plot, actually. It's rather good.)
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I'll read it if you post it. :-)
NOW THEYRE HAVING STEAK FOR DINNER
Effie isn't there though.
HELP
I'll resd it I'm here
@Lantern: O_O O_O O_O
Hmm. I'm still writing, so yeah . . . :P
Plus when I change fonts . . . and when I use italics . . . urgh, stupid Blogger. XD
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I'm deciding what to do I wann introduce the other Zaf to everyone
@Zaf: I'd like to see her. :) :)
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Zafira: *has shunted over to Blogland keeping alert for Croatian*
“Are you sure I’ve done everything?” Hunter asked Ez, less out of real worry than of a vague sense of duty. He didn’t care. He wanted to be out of here. His was the air of a traveller about to set off for distant seas, an explorer heading into the jungle, someone leaving their home town for the first time.
“Sure,” she reassured him, smiling. “You’ve sent the emails?”
“Yup.”
“Set the house on self-destruct?”
“Designed the self-destruct setting and set it.”
She nodded. “We’re set, I guess.” She looked at the milkshake in front of her, bubbling and glowing. “We actually did it.”
“We made them,” he said. “We did it.”
It felt weird. They’d put so much into radioactive milkshakes. They were an unattainable dream, something you wished for but never really considered, and now . . . they were here.
Hunter removed two knives from his jacket, his portalled jacket, one of the jackets that had been with him for most of his life . . . a jacket he would soon say goodbye to. He passed one of the knives to Ez, taking his right glove off. “Shall you go first, or shall I?”
“Together,” she said, and they lifted their knives in unison, Ez’s in her right and Hunter’s in his left. Ez cut six letters into her palm and then put the knife down, blood dripping from the blade, and held it out to Hunter. He finished carving, and held out his palm to her, her name swirling across it. Ezmeralda.
“You could have just put Ez,” she said. “It’s smaller.”
“Shush,” he told her in a half-hearted manner. “Your name’s pretty. Mine isn’t, really.” He considered it, dripping red from her palm.
“Your name’s awesome,” she told him, and took his hand, their blood mingling and their hands throbbing.
They looked at each other for a moment, not really needing to say anything. They supposed they were ready, so they picked up their glasses, not needing conference, nodded to three without speaking and downed their glasses.
The pain didn’t come on slowly. It didn’t take a moment to work. Fires lit within them as soon as the milkshakes entered their mouths. Ez gasped, and Hunter froze.
They looked at each other and sat down unsteadily, still holding hands, the blood flowing out between their fingers. Then they turned and lay down.
“Damn, those milkshakes are potent,” Hunter muttered.
Ez smiled. “Glad we put our faith in something so . . .”
“Powerful.”
She nodded.
“Ez,” Hunter said. “I’m going. I’m floating. My consciousness is swirling up, up and away . . .”
She squeezed his hand. “It hurts,” she whispered.
“Any regrets?” he asked.
“No,” she said. “We made the correct decision.”
“I believe so,” he said, staring at the ceiling. “Ez, -”
She broke in, and in unison they said, “I love you.”
“We had radioactive milkshakes,” he muttered.
“We did,” she smiled.
Hunter sighed, and they lay there, their joined palms held bloodily together, watching their lives ebb away.
Until energy surged through Hunter, healing him, reviving him.
“NO!” he roared, putting all that vocal practise to use, and leaping up, dragging Ez’s arm with him, hand still holding hers.
“Hey!” she protested as her arm was jerked out, scrambling up after him. “What the fuck, Hunter?”
“Somebody . . .” he growled, looking around. “FOR FUCK’S SAKE! ALL I WANT TO DO IS DIE, DAMMIT!”
He tugged his hand out of Ez’s, curled into a fist and swung into a wall without reinforcing it. The bones cracked, broken just like their dream.
He banged his head into the wall next. “I WANT TO DIE!” he yelled. “I DON’T WANT TO BE HERE ANYMORE! I’M NOT BOTHERING ANYONE, I’M NOT HURTING ANYONE, I’M MAKING PEOPLE HAPPY BY KILLING MYSELF, ALL I WANT TO DO IS DIE!”
He thumped his head into the wall again.
Ez caught him shoulders, muttering “Woah, woah, woah . . .”
Even though she’d rather like to be banging her head into the wall too.
TBC
Hunter sank down to the ground, huddled in a crouch, and tears began leaking out of his eyes. “I don’t want to be here anymore,” he whispered. “I just . . .”
His phone made an urgent bleeping noise and he chucked it at the wall.
Ez caught it. “It might be who stopped us,” she told him.
He banged his head backwards absent-minded. There was a large red mark on his forehead.
He’d got a text. She checked it.
-I care too much about you to let you die.-
And then – -Give him his phone back, Ez.-
It was from Anonymous. Number withheld.
The fuck?
-Who are you?- Ez asked.
-Someone who cares. I meant to reveal my identity at a later date, but . . . well, circumstances forced my hand.-
Ez glared at the phone. -No one cares about Hunter but me.-
-And you’re doing a really good job of caring there.-
-Actually, I am. He wants to DIE.-
-And you should just LET him?-
Ez glared harder. Okay, maybe she was slightly jealous. She rather liked being the only one Hunter needed. It made her feel . . . needed. -You don’t even KNOW him.-
-I know him better than anyone.-
Ez actually laughed. -Yeah, sure. I think you’ll find it’s ME who knows him better than anyone.-
-Well . . . okay, maybe we tie.-
Ez rolled her eyes. -I’ve never even met you.-
-Yes, you have. You know me very well.-
She raised an eyebrow. -Sure I do.-
-Pass me to Hunter. Please.-
Ez looked at him, clenched into a ball, shaking, banging his head behind him.
He caught her eye, read her expression, and in reply she was tossing him the phone before he could hold his hand out for it. He caught it and read over the conversation, a look of incredulity rising in his face. He looked at Ez and shrugged. He didn’t know who it was, either.
-Hello, Hunter,- texted the stranger.
-Hello,- replied Hunter warily.
Ez came and sat down next to him so she could read the texts.
-Who the hell are you?- asked Hunter.
-Um . . .- came the reply.
-Look, I have poison and guns just in my jacket and am fully prepared to go back to committing suicide, so quit bullshitting and just tell me who you are.-
-I’m . . .-
A pause.
-I’m sorry, I’m just scared that . . . I’m your house, Hunter.-
He frowned. -You what?-
-Your house.- All the nearby doors banged open and closed, once, twice, three times, as if to empathise the point. -I’ve been what you might call a person for a while now. I was looking for the best opportunity to tell you . . . but like I said, circumstances forced my hand. I couldn’t let you die. Either of you.-
“I put you on self-destruct,” Hunter said, speaking aloud, looking around in fascination. Ez bit her lip and tried not to cry. She hadn’t seen him so interested in the world for a while. He’d used to be so enthusiastic, so full of joy for everything . . .
And then the whole living thing got old.
Which was why they’d wanted to die.
(And, okay, maybe she was a tiny bit jealous that the house had the power to reignite that in him when she, for all her closeness with him, couldn’t.)
Hunter was still speaking. “I can have you self-destruct at the same moment as us, if you like. We can all die together.”
-Dying isn’t the answer,- said the house. -Suicide is NEVER the answer. Remember when you used to say that, Hunter? What happened?-
“I got old,” he said. “Look, House, it’s rather nice meeting you, but I really, really want to die now.”
TBC
Ez got a text. She sighed and looked at it.
-EZ, WHY ARE YOU NOT STOPPING HIM DOING THIS???-
“Because,” she said, “I get it. I get why he wants to die, and I’m not going to force him to stay here and be unhappy. If you are the house, which after all I’ve seen I find I can quite easily believe, then you should know this. He wants to die.”
-And so do you,- replied the house. -You’re using his suicidal urges to get what YOU want. You’re being selfish.-
“Woah,” said Hunter sharply. “Ez has been brilliant. She’s been brilliant her whole life, and as much of my life as she’s been alive in, and she’s doing what I want, as much as I’m doing what she wants.”
-She’s telling you to DIE,- stated the house. -That is NOT GOOD.-
Then, through both of their phones: -Everyone has something to give the world. Everyone is special in their owns ways. Everyone is awesome. Every person is unique and special and if you erase them, you’ll NEVER get them back again. Do you know how I learnt this? I learnt this from you two. And NOW what are you doing?-
“We’ve had our lives,” Hunter said firmly. “We’ve had very long lives, and now it is time to die, thank you very much. How the hell are you speaking, anyway? No offense, but you’re sort of an inanimate object.”
Ez nodded her approval at him.
-I was an inanimate object,- said the house, -until you brought me to life. You’ve known for years that I could sense. We’ve had a connection. You’ve been able to feel that I have feelings.-
“Only basic one,” said Ez.
“Nothing all that complex,” added Hunter.
“You couldn’t speak,” said Ez.
“Or have proper solid thoughts,” Hunter continued.
They chorused in unison, “So what the hell happened?”
“No offense,” added Hunter.
-I grew,- texted the house. -All that energy and information you were powering into me . . . you know how etherenergy is alive, just as the ether is alive. Slowly, I became alive. I can think. I can speak.-
“Yeah, so,” Ez said, “how do we know you’re not someone making this up?”
A pause.
-iguessyoudont,- said the house.
“It’s okay,” said Hunter, and Ez sighed as she noted one of his random fits of compassion coming along. “I believe you.”
-Thank you,- said the house. -I can’t express my gratitude well over text, but I have no voice, so I’m unsure how to do it. Thank you, Hunter.-
“That’s okay,” said Hunter kindly. “So, can I die now?”
-NO!-
“Okay, keep your hair on,” Ez muttered. “Oh wait, you don’t have any.”
-I won’t let you commit suicide,- said the house. -Not while you’re inside me.-
Well, we’ll go outside, then.
Hunter and Ez thought it at almost the same moment and blurred for the portal door, but it was shut, glowing with a strange energy. Hunter kicked it, more in annoyance than in expectation that it would take effect. “Come on, House, this isn’t funny.”
TBC
Their phones bleeped. They looked at them.
-I’d rather you didn’t call me House. It’s a rather impersonal thing to call me.-
“Suicide is a rather impersonal thing to prevent,” Hunter told his phone sternly, as if he’d said something that actually sounded like it was something.
-Tough,- texted the house.
Ez sighed and leant against the glowing door. “If we actually did die and this is the afterlife, then the afterlife is one piece of freaky shit.”
“It’s more likely that this is a hallucination brought on by our near-death,” mused Hunter.
“Damn,” said Ez. “I was about to enjoy the feeling of being dead.”
Her statement reminded Hunter that he wasn’t, and he sank down to the floor, despair gripping him.
-Hunter, don’t be like that . . .- said the house, but Hunter wasn’t looking.
“I just – want - to die,” he hissed. “I am sick of being alive. Everyone hates me except Ez. I have no friends except Ez. When I die, there will be celebrations everywhere. It will probably become a worldwide date that is celebrated every year. Nobody will miss me. I am doing the world a favour, and I am doing me a favour, and if you really cared about me . . .”
-Tough,- repeated the house. -You’re staying here. And don’t think there’s anything you can do to prevent it.-
Hunter put his head onto his knees, eyes closing, showing him blackness. False blackness.
Ez swallowed. “You’ve waited a long time, Hunter,” she said. “You can wait a bit longer. The house can’t stop us indefinitely. Or we’ll talk it round, whatever.”
“You’re left,” Hunter muttered, not looking up. “Just a few more days.”
Then – “But we won’t have radioactive milkshakes.”
He yelled, “THAT WAS THE PERFECT SUICIDE PLAN, DAMMIT!”
The house stayed silent.
It didn’t really know what to say.
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(And that is what I have just been writing.
Fun fun fun.)
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The last comment on the first page is Adra quoting TID about demon pox. XD
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(So, for the inspiration for that particular idea, I believe I have to thank -
- The Morganville Vampires, because The Glass House is sort of a conscious being (it woke them up once when someone got stabbed outside it, and if the owner is human, it doesn't let vampires in (and vice versa. Which, when 75% of them are human and the vampires are the bad guys, is pretty rubbish :P), and also, it kind of recognises them, and you know . . . and maybe The Glass House is the reason why my cars and houses started to become semi-conscious beings. I've often thought it might be.
- The Ships of Blogland, and Mara and Adra. :) I believe your fanfics about people and inanimate objects like bars (seven little baby cafés ohmygosh) helped a little.
- And Lantern and her Python poems. Things we see as inanimate being people and having emotions. It's the same train of thought. :)
(That said, it just kind of grew up in my head in lots of different forms, and I thought it was just my brain being stupid, and then I thought it could be a good story idea, houses coming to life, and then suddenly, it just clicked - that's how I prevent the suicide.
That's how it works.
Damn, House, I love you. :))
(Also, this house needs a name.
Hmm.
I shall have to think on that.
Nothing beginning with M, though. I have too many characters with M-names. This morning, I was writng about three characters, all of them with names beginning with M and two of them with three-letter names. It's rather confusing to malfunctioning heads like mine. XD)
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OH. MY.
Laughing/crying
It was perfect. Literally.
(Because you see, Hunter and Ez are just . . . they're so closed off by that point. No one is going to get close to them, because they're not going to let+ them.
But the house is . . . it's their house.
And
+they know it, and they live in it, and they care about it.
So that's how it gets in through the wall.
It's already inside it. XD)
(I'm sorry, I'm rather jubilant here.)
(That said, this plot will probably fail, like the others I thought would work.)
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*And they
@Lantern: Thanks. :) :) :) :) *hugs*
My writing is fairly crap, but it was rather . . . I liked writing it and it flowed out, so I guess I enjoyed it, and that's what really counts. :P Plus I can always improve and edit later.
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Your writing isn't crap
Fabi: Nelnah, is Star's writing crap?
Nelnah: No, of course not! Do people ship Hunter and the house now?
Fabi: Quite possibly. People are weird.
Nelnah: So are Martians. But Martians aren't any weirder than you are, except that they don't exist and you do, which makes them sort of odd.
...
Nelnah: You know, I've never seen something that doesn't exist.
Nelnah is awesome. :) So are you. :)
(You being Lantern.)
You can't ship Hunter and the house, I don't know the house's name yet! :P
(But people are weird.)
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Oh, and thanks to you and her about the writing-not-crap thing. :)
(Although it is fairly crap.
But that's okay. :))
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(Dodododos
Zafira: anyone? *laughs* Oh wow the creepy Italian isn't here.
Nelnah: [Either 'Oh' or 'Aww'] [Hard to say]
((Zaf, I have so far refrained from joining because you're making it sound like you're just waiting for Ari/Nic, but I can bring in Effie or someone if you like.))
(Yeah, I should probably go to sleep now. :/)
Fours!
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@Lantern: Okay. :P
*leaves*
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((That was in response to the no ship/name thing))
((Okay, bye Star.))
(You can join....she doesn't know many besides Nic Ari Ravel and Zaf from here so...
Effie: [Appearance shifts so she looks creepy and Italian] Yo. Whaddaya want?
Zafira: Gah! Who are you? *is noticeably different then the Zaf everyone else knows*
Effie: I'm Grand Mage of Italy!
[Her accent isn't very good]
[But it is a different dimension, so...]
Zafira: *shakes head* I do not understand you Grand Mages. Also you really have a crap accent. Where I'm from we don't have Sanctuaries, Mevolent rules. Simple. Easy. If you have magic you're in luck, mortals are kept to do work for us. How it should be, us ruling.
Effie: Excuse me? Mevolent was boring. I didn't like him very much. Also, he's dead. Mortals are boring, too, so I don't really care what they do. Except if they invent iPhones, because that's really cool. Whaddaya want here, anyway?
Zafira: Are you insulting my husband? *shadows lash dangerously close to Effie* I want to find a few Elders to kill, they forced us to surrender.
Effie: [Shadows disappear] [Actually, they're still there, just mostly invisible] [They look like a few specks of dust in the air] Last time I checked, surrender doesn't involve killing Elders. That's murder. [Thoughtfully] Not that I have anything against a good murder... Do you want some coffee?
Zafira: Sure. If you see a man in a long worn leather coat, I'll have to run, he kind of wants me dead.
Effie: [Smiles brilliantly] Okay! [Runs off and comes back with a table, two chairs and a pot of coffee] [Sets up table and chairs] [Manages not to spill coffee] [Realizes she forgot cups] Oops!
Zafira: *smirks* Just need cups. *sits*
Effie: [Runs off and comes back again with two cups, a pitcher of cream and a sugar bowl] That should do it.
Zafira: excellent. *makes herself a cup* I like coffee but Mevolent does not let us have it often unless we're training as we train a lot in a day.
Effie: [Pours a cup with cream but no sugar] Ah. That stinks, having no coffee. Training to kill people, are you?
Zafira: To stop the Resistance. I'm a general, not like Vile or Serpine but I am one. I mean I'm capable of killing without a hesitation.
Effie: Oh okay. Of course, hesitation is bad. Very bad. Shall I go get some cannoli or something?
((Hi Snow!))
Zafira: sure
Omg you're still on my page....
Effie: [Runs off] [Comes back with a plate of cannoli] Soooo.... Killing people, eh? [Looks curious/interested]
Zafira: Yes. I do that a lot. I'm also doing work in the mercenary business.
Apparently I was good at impersonating sir... well, thats what star said, but I dont believe her... sir is so hard to impersonate
It was you then Snow! Okay! Well done.
... I dont think I was good
Effie: Mercenaries are boring, better to fight for something you believe in, use your anger. And the Force. The Force is helpful.
[Realizes they probably don't have Star Wars in a dimension where humans are being treated like slaves]
[Decides that that would really, really suck]
((Yeah, Snow. XD))
...
Quite.
((I imagine it would be very hard to impersonate him and make people think you are him, but it's easy to impersonate him for comedic purposes.))
Idk.
Zafira: I'm hired to kill heathens. Non-believers of the Faceless Ones who cause trouble. *shrugs and sips coffee*
Effie: Ah, okay then. [Pours more cream in her coffee and stirs]
Zafira: What do you do?
... there is one downside to impersonating sir... he will kill me if and when he sees...
Effie: Welllllllll... I bake. Also I'm in charge of Italy. And I kill people in my spare time. Usually people who make me angry. Sometimes people with irritating headwear.
Ah.... I see he has already seen... *hides*
((Oh, he saw alright))
Zafira: Ah I like killing
Effie: [Nods] It's fun, and not boring in the slightest. [Eats one of the cannoli]
Ms. Stormberg, death would be far too quick.
Zafira: I think there are people who deserve it (dinne brb
Effie: Oh, yes. Definitely.
((Okay, Zaf.))
((Greetings, Sir.))
*is now a tree* *shh*
*is a tree*
1 or 2? Pick
A tree e e
Who was born n n
On her birthday y y y y y y y y
1 pr 2?!?!
(Hai
((That really makes me want to pick 3. :-P))
((Wb Zaf))
((Wbd))
*tree*
Zafira: What about you?
Effie: Me? Well, I certainly think the people I've killed deserved do die. I'm sure they'd object, but, y'know, it's a bit late for that.
Zafira: Ah! Yes they can't do much.
Ravel: And why are you harboring a fugitive?
*is a tree nearby where this conversation is taking place*
*because I can be*
Effie: Excuse me?
Effie: [Waves to the tree]
Ravel: She's wanted for assaulting a Grand Mage
Zafira: I did not
Effie: Well, harboring implies I'm hiding her from the authorities. As you can see, we are having coffee in plain sight. So there.
Ravel: You should have come to me.
Zafira: Aha no. Get lost. You're interupting our coffee
*tree looks at effie, smiling*
Effie: [Sighs] Well, obviously I didn't. You're here now, though, and I can pull up another chair if you'd like to join us.
[Smiles back at the tree]
Ravel: .... Alright. I'll join.
Zafira: Awesome. You know you died in my dimension.
Ravel: How?
Zafira: Ah, Serpine.
Effie: [Goes to get another chair, and some more coffee and cream while she's at it] [Remembers a cup this time]
((Wbd))
*tree wonders how effie knew it was smiling, seeing as it has no face*
*tree shrugs it's nonexistent shoulders*
Ravel: *sits* Thank you. *to Zafira* Where is the Grand Mage?
Zafira: Dying. Horribly.
Effie: [Sips coffee like a civilized person]
Effie: That probably hurts. A lot.
Ravel: Go. Get. Her.
Zafira: *sips* Nah.
Ravel: Effie do you know any Shunters?
Effie: Huh... I can ask, anyway. Be right back. [Vanishes]
Zafira: Try.
Ravel: I'll kill you.
Zafira: keep telling yourself that
Effie: [Reappears with an annoyed-looked person wearing a cloak that covers his/her face] Opal here can help, if she feels like it.
Ravel: Hello Opal. Will you help me get to a dimension and back here?
Opaque: It's Opaque. She just calls me Opal because she's annoying. I'll help if it's quick. [Voice sounds cold] Which dimension do you want to go to?
*a leaf falls of the tree and it sighs*
Ravel: Where Mevolent rules
Opaque: There are more dimensions like that than one might think, unfortunately. However, I think I know the one you mean. I've sensed a lot of travel between there and here lately
[Her hand snakes out to grab Ravel's wrist]
[It's ice cold]
[They appear in the Mevolent dimension]
I'll be back here in half an hour, if you don't mind,
Effie: Ooh! Ooh! [Tries to catch the leaf before it hits the ground] [Fails] [-Goes back to coffee] [Is probably drinking more than is healthy for her]
Ravel: Alrighr I don't need long I promise, I need my wife and I can hear her thoughts clearer now
Opaque: [Disappears without another word]
*another leaf is blown off in the breeze and it flutters by effies head*
Effie: [Snatches it] I caught it before it hit the ground! :D [Dances around proudly]
Ravel: *focuses on Zaf's surroundings and goes*
China: I thought you were dead.
Ravel: China....did you find a woman in Elder robes?
China: Vex did. She's with me.
Ravel: Take me to her.
China: How do I trust you?
Ravel: I am Grand Mage of Ireland
China: Impressive. Fine. *takes to*
Vex: Erskine....but...
Ravel: What is her name?
Vex: Zafira
HELLO?
ANYONE HERE?
BECAUSE OMG THE FAULT IN OUR STARS TRAILER WAS LEAKED OMG
Ravel: *goes to* Zaf
Ravel? *sits up*
Ravel: *picks up* Shadow-walk?
*shadow-walks*
Ravel: I'll get you to Hayley
Hi Flora!
((Zaf--Let me know when/if you want Opaque to come back.))
((Else, I'll be distant.))
(I do want her back
*tree smiles*
THE FAULT INOUR STARS ASDFGHJKLASDFGUJKLJGSGDUWK
FLORA, LINK. I NEED A LINK
((I may have to wait until after dinner, actually, sorry. Msd.))
Effie: [Smiles at tree] [To Zafira if she's still there] Do you want anymore coffee or cannoli, or can I clean this up?
(Eers ok may be here may not when you get back*
Zafira: No thank you
((I'll be as quick as I can))
Effie: [Works on cleaning up the food.]
((Bbs))
(K I'll be waiting xD
((Back. We had broccoli! :D))
Opaque: [Appears in the spot she left Ravel]
((Ari: Hey guys- just for reference- Niccolò isn't actually Italian. Technically, he's British, but he grew up in France, but he doesn't associate himself with any one country. And he does have a slight accent, but that's also not from any country- it's like a mix of a whole lot of different things. But when he talks to people, he usually just matches their accent, since it's rather easy for him, and usually only makes a subtle difference. He typically only talks the way he normally would around me. He just picked an Italian name. And I'm off to try to find a link to the next post.))
#ChaseForBook9
Ravel: Hello.
*looks around a nice cut across her eye* Who are you?
AAHHH I'M SO SORRY I DISAPPEARED - HAVING A FANGIRL BREAKDOWN
THIS LINK WORKS
http://vt.tumblr.com/tumblr_n01aoymhRv1rl0xek.mp4#_=_
Opaque: I'm a traveler. You ready to go back now?
((Okay, Ari.))
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Ravel: I am
(( [hugs Flora] ))
Opaque: [Takes them back] [Mutters something under her breath in an unfamiliar language]
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Boom
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