My editor has read the first (rough) draft of Book 9, and he loves it. I'm on the home stretch now — the end is in sight (in more ways than one). Over the next two or three weeks my head is going to be down and I'm going to working hard to fill in those gaps, to link up those scenes, to write those missing chapters. Right now I'm at 100,000 words. The end result will PROBABLY be about 120,000 words — maybe just slightly shorter than KOTW. Of course, in order to finish the book, I'll need to pick a winner of the Who Gets to Die competition we ran ages ago, and then that lucky reader will get to meet their grisly end...
And because I, and therefore WE, are on the home stretch, this blog is going to be choc-a-block with announcements and reveals over the next few weeks. By the end of THIS week, for example, we'll be revealing the cover for the Armageddon-Outta-Here short story collection. Next week, we'll reveal the full, WRAPAROUND cover for the collection (it's awesome). And the week after that? We'll be revealing the title for the ninth, and last, Skulduggery Pleasant book.
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«Oldest ‹Older 2201 – 2400 of 4888 Newer› Newest»*hears an odd noise outside*
*a noise I usually associate with Sir*
*a portal?*
*stands up*
*hangs out the door to the lobby*
. . .
*looks to the left*
*and to the right*
Excuse you, Zafira. *Who
LIES AND BETRAYALS
FRUIT cOVERED NAILS
EEE-LECTRICITY
*hugs Star* *nods*
BUt people not being nice makes it better when people randomly are nice. That's an easy point to make, but still valid. :P
And- Sleep well! *waveS*
*might be hovering for a while*
*but I'm mostly trying to do this physics*
*soooo*
*idk*
*but, yeah*
*:)*
#ChaseForBook9
(Physics, bah! Speak to me not of physics, for physics is the bane of my existence, directly behind algebra and the Batman villain, Bane.)
*There's a faint bruise from where she was bitten, and sees a lonely young woman walking down the road across from her, and away*
*Moves quickly, and tackles her to the ground, pinning her arms, rendering her immobile*
*Bends, sinks her teeth into the woman's ivory, smooth throat, breaking the skin with a pop, the muscles and sinew tearing and snapping under her jaw*
*Rips the flesh away, her hand pressing against the woman's throat before she can scream*
(Vampire, correct?)
*eyes widen*
*mouth goes suddenly dry*
*slowly walks backwards into the hotel, shuts the door, and activates the anti-vampire sigils that have been placed around the doors and windows, for the benefit of Silente, dear friend though she is*
*stumbles, the edge of the clearing in sight*
*gasps and falls to her knees pain ripping into her skull*
*shakes wildly as she feels something vile crawling up inside of her*
*groans and clutches her stomach knowing this is not the beast but something worse*
No that's correct I meant 'what'
*Flips out a knife and begins to cut away strips of the woman's arms, devouring them quickly, moving through her meal, until the woman is nothing but a mess of meat and bones*
*Licks her fingers with a grin* *Stretches* It's a good day to be a cannibal...
*Looks around, now full, in search of some fun*
(@Anni: XD Though actually I sort of like physics. :P It gets kinda gorgeous sometimes. idk. And also I like when I can DO it. :P)
(But I respect your distaste for it.
And also your Batman references. :P/:))
#ChaseForBook9
*rifles through desk drawers*
*finding lots of different files*
*one for each Bloglander*
*some are covered with red marks*
*others with a sparse scattering of blue ones*
*one has green ones, and this is the one I pull out*
((Adra is just a cannabil Clara. Not a vamp.))
I mean no person is a cannibal, that deserves to be considered a human so I see no reason why you shoul be the exception. You're not human.
(Oh, hot damn.)
*furiously rifles through the file*
*a sinking feeling starts in my stomach*
*the anti-vampire sigils won't do much good here*
*ah, well.
*maybe she won't even come this way*
*besides*
*I couldn't make myself hurt Adra*
**ah, well*
((Well she is...she's just a cannibal human zaf.))
*curls over and stares in horror as her hands grow paler and start emitting a small glow*
*feels her min warping*
*cries out wondering what James has done to her*
**mind
*Her ears perk up, noticing a familiar structure- The Midnight Hotel*
*Smiles faintly at the disgusting memories*
*Continues to walk, figuring that she can cause damage else where*
*Flips out her phone, texting a particular number*
Not to me, simply a creature. That's all.
*Waits for a minute, before a portal appears, and a familiar landscape- that is, a room*
*Slinks through, leaving a trail of footprints behind her*
Maybe if Adra left I wouldn't be this way! Til then...
*watching from a third-story window*
*nervously loosens collar*
*but breathes a sigh of relief when she continues on her way*
*though perhaps a little offended by the expression of disgust*
Guest: Um, can you get out of my room now?
Silence, heathen. I am watching a cannibal.
Guest: What?
Don't worry, she is a good friend.
Guest: She is?
Indeed. Do excuse me.
*bounds downstairs to the lobby*
*her vision begins turning darker, the shadow writhing as her eyes flood a black colour*
*her lips heat and flood blood red*
*curls in her tattered clothing and screams as her mind snaps, becoming unrecognisable*
*breathes heavily*
I may lose my food watching such a creature
((Zaffy..))
(I wish I could write vomit-worthy gore scenes. I simply haven't got the knack for it yet.
*sighs*)
*seizes the clock on the wall*
*gives the hands a violent twirl*
*the Midnight Hotel rumbles and shakes*
*sinking into the ground like Billy-Ray Sanguine*
*the lights flicker*
*the radios begging to short circuit*
*but not the TVs*
*there are no TVs in the Midnight Hotel*
*the hotel is shaking violently*
*then it stops*
*sunlight filters through the windows*
*I run out the door to see where we are*
*we have moved three feet to the left*
. . . Drat.
*begin
@Zaf: :/ If somebody cut their thumb working in a factory that makes consumables, and the part of that thumb that was cut of got into, say, a lasagna. If a person ate that bit of the thumb when they ate that lasagna for dinner, technically, you could label them a cannibal, for eating another human's flesh. That person is still human.
You can't define who/what a person is by what they eat.
(Sorry. :/)
(Also my entire brain is screaming Hannibal, now. I need to watch season 2 at some point. :O )
(On another note- I hope you are doing okay, generally speaking. :))
probably mostly not here
#ChaseForBook9
*smiles and rises to her feet*
*her skin is glowing brightly*
*her eyes are the deepest black*
*her lips are blood red*
*steps into the clearing*
*looks over at the midnight hotel grinning evily *
*inside the real her is screaming, wondering what James has done to her and why she is no longer in control*
(*waves hands*
I once read a comic book about a man who got psychic impressions from food, so he couldn't eat anything without being overwhelmed by a deep and graphic history of whatever he was eating. Eating meat was horrific. Eating humans gave him perfect clarity into every part of their life. The only thing he could safely eat was beets.
He ate a lot of beets.)
(*waves arms*
If you intend to invade my hotel, Silente, I will fight back with the considerable arsenal of hotel weaponry I have at my disposal. Would you like me to detain you, or kill you?)
((Not sure. Follow your instincts. I have no idea what I'm even doing so just go with the flow!))
(@Anni: WOW. That sounds AMAZING. O_O)
#ChaseForBook9
She does it WILLINGLY
(Well, I don't know what I'm doing either, so this will be fun!
*rubs hands together evilly*
And it WAS rather amazing, Taia. It's called Chew. I believe it's still ongoing.)
((And I drink human blood willingly zaf! There's not much of a difference there! If you say she's an animal, then call me an animal.))
*smiles at Clara*
*her skin begins to glow brighter making her look a but like a giant white flame*
*strides towards the hotel*
*inside she's battering against the walls of her mind screaming*
**bit
*peers out the window again*
*finds myself nose to nose with Silente*
*slam my hand onto one of the sigils*
*it begins to glow white-hot, along with the rest*
*I back away from the window*
*backing towards the check-in desk*
(@Anni: Ah! http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chew_(comics) !!!!! WOAH. Awesome! *bookmarks the Wiki page to come back to later* :)))
#ChaseForBook9
((Adra, you're an amazing writer, and your plot is so O_O and D: and D':'D and Aladra but Tadra butALADRA but TADRA THOUGH [hugs] ))
((Probably not here, flaky internet))
*smiles through the window at Clara*
*looks at the sigils*
*grins and yawns*
*taps her collar bones freeing her wings*
*pushes them against the hotel, scorching it and the sigils*
*backs against the wall*
Whoa now! Don't do it, think about it! Use your words!
*I yank on a wall-mounted candlestick*
*and the wall revolves*
*taking me with it*
*there's a loud thudding noise from upstairs*
(Tecnically you're a vampire...so its totally acceptable as a way for you to survive, Adra is a human being, therefore it is quite disgusting))
*smashes the doors open and strides in*
*grins showing her sharp teeth*
*cracks her knuckles*
*heads towards the step that lead to the guests rooms*
(Disgusting, perhaps, but not inhuman. Have you heard the tale of that soccer team whose plane crashed in . . . what was it . . . Chile? Argentina?)
If we're using the term 'animal', I'd like to point out that ALL humans are animals, actually. ^^
And, Zaf, I think you might be missing the point. She could do plenty of good things, too. Everybody has undesirable qualities. Doesn't make us UNhuman because of it, whatever it is.
#ChaseForBook9
((Judge not lest ye be judged!))
Guest: *exits room*
Hey, what's going on?
*barges past him*
*rips open a nearby linen closet*
*TOWELS SWARM THE HALLS*
*I run to another hallway, where there's a box on the wall*
*it says BREAK GLASS IN CASE OF HOTEL INVASION*
*breaks the glass*
*charges down the staircase, violently swinging a chainsaw*
(*facepalms*
*points at Taia*
I forgot that all humans are animals. I guess the whole argument is sort of invalid then.
*facepalms again*)
*ducks under the chainsaw and starts glowing brighter*
*swings her wings after Clara scorching the walls*
*charges up the stairs and after the guests*
So then you people can't yell if I call Adra a creature because she acts like one
*sees Annika's comment*
*looks back at her own*
*INhuman
:P
@Zaf: How does one act like a creature? How does a creature act? o0
#ChaseForBook9
*skids to a halt*
*squints at the wallpaper*
*peels off a singes scrap, which crumbles in my hand*
Oh . . .
*my eyes narrow*
. . . no . . .
*I turn to face the staircase*
. . . you . . .
*the chainsaw roars to life*
. . . didn't.
*the towels swarm the halls*
*wrapping around Silente's legs and tugging her to the ground*
*some trying to suffocate her*
*others trying to bite her*
*though they have no teeth*
*so it doesn't hurt much*
*singed
Not like a normal human being.
*grins at the towels and at Clara's outburst*
*her skin glows brighter, singeing the towels where they touch her*
*climbs to her feet and starts burning them with her wings instead*
*scorches the walls more*
*kicks one of the doors open, slamming it behind her*
*turns and searches for the occupant*
*sits up in the guest room's bed*
*wearing a grandma's nightgown*
*and revving my chainsaw*
Silente, would it KILL you to go back to the poking?
Oh, wait!
*revs chainsaw more violently*
*grins down at Clara*
*purs out*
Hello grandma. The big bad wolfs come to visit. And she's /very/ hungry.
*lunges at Clara dodging the chainsaw*
*presses her wings against Clara's face causing it to start burning and bubbling*
(Ow.)
*shrieks in pain*
*abandons the chainsaw*
*seizes Silente by the throat and slams a foot into her stomach, trying to heave her off*
*screaming intensifies as I force the wings away from my face*
*I am on the bed*
*Silente is flapping wildly above me*
*I punch the headboard of the bed*
*a rune flares red*
*and a vicious pendulum blade slices down from the ceiling and slashes open Silente, width-wise*
*shrieks as she is slashed open*
*kicks Clara inbetween the legs and tumbles away from her*
*grins as her wounds begin healing*
See you grandma.
*runs out locking the door behind her*
*barges into a different room quietly*
*sees a young man making tea with his back to her*
*silently approaches him*
*gasps in pain and flops off the bed, twitching*
Young Man: *humming "Do You Want to Build a Snowman"*
*turns around*
EIEEEE!
*sighs* I really am bored
*Is watching Silente quietly through the window, sipping a bit of blood from a glass, downing it before she can catch a whiff of the scent*
*Smiles, enjoying the brawl*
*rues forwards and covers the mans mouth*
*puts one hand flat on his chest*
Shhh! Its okay, I'm an angel. Your time has come.
*starts curling her hand up as her fingers dig into his skin*
*pushes forcing her whole hand into his chest*
*pushes his ribs, breaking them slowly causing them to shatter and pierce his lungs*
*blood squirts out as she forces her hand through his lung, grabbing his heart in her grasp*
*stares into his eyes and begins squeezing*
**runs
Young Man: *blood begins to pour from his mouth*
*he sways on the spot, eyes wide open in in final look of eternal shock*
Stars above, I wish Anton were here . . .
*takes a deep breath*
*exhales*
*bangs the door open and charging in*
*screaming and waving my chainsaw like Grell*
*trying to channel Anton's gist*
NO
MURDER
IN
MY
HOTEL!
IT LOOKS LIKE I'M GONNA HAVE TO BREAK THAT RULE!
*crushes his heart and pulls her hand out*
*grins across at Clara and licks each of her fingers clean one by one*
Hello again granny.
*grins and swings around her wings smashing into Clara's side and scorching her*
*she is thrown into the wall*
*walks past her out into the corridor to find a new guest*
*peels off the gown*
*I'm wearing my normal stuff underneath*
*rolls into the hallway, ninja-style*
*winds up*
*hurls a vicious ball of blue-green energy into Silente, sending mind-numbing electricity rattling through her bones*
*leaps at her paralyzed form, swinging the chainsaw down in a high arc*
*gasps eyes widening slightly*
*forces her body to roll through the electricity*
*the chainsaw swings through the spot I was just in*
*wraps wings around my body so I'm protected*
*prepares to viciously pump Silente full of electricity worthy of a pikachu*
*stops*
*a grin spreads slowly across my face*
*I send another paralyzing blast of energy through Silente and fly down the stairs to the lobby, taking them two at a time*
Hey guys
Anyone been talking to Death recently I've been emailing her for over a week now and have gotten no reply.
(I'm sorry, Eden, but I haven't. Not that I'm on e-mailing terms with Death anyway [that's an odd sentence to say] but I haven't heard from her, nor seen her in Blogland.)
*stands paralised safe in the cucon of her wings*
*waits for the electricity to wear off so she can have more fun*
*Raises her eyebrows at Clara* Interesting...
*Takes a bite out of an arm from a man whom she had beheaded*
((Same. Sorry.))
(Eden, she doesn't come on that much anymore. She's probably just busy)
Kay thanks anyway.
Keeps refreshing inbox.
Reply damn you reply!!!!
So how are you guys?
Yeah she really never comes on. Sorry avoiding a pet
**cocoon
@Zaf: In what sense, though? idk. I'm not sure I get... *sighs*
Idk. Infrahumanization. Where an outgroup is dehumanized.
idk. It's like saying 'You don't fit these specific requirements, you can't come into the club'.
I remember one time in primary school, it was lunchtime break and we were outside, because it wasn't raining (much). It was a very small school and so everybody knew everybody in the couple of year groups surrounding them.
This particular lunchtime, some girls I knew were playing with toy ponies on the table in the circle-y bit at one end of the yard. I went over to see if I could join them.
I did not have a plastic pony. I was told I couldn't play without one. Or even watch, apparently.
The next day, I came prepared. I brought two toy horses with me into school. They were smooth and white and had slightly lilac tails when you held them a certain way in the light.
At lunchtime, I went again to see if I could join them. I showed them the horses that I had brought.
One of the girls told me, "It's the wrong sort of horse. You can't play with us." I looked around at the others, but they hadn't even looked up from their game. I didn't argue, because I've never been good at speaking words. I didn't point out how fucking unreasonable it was that I couldn't join them because I had the wrong brand of goddamned plastic pony. My horses had every other function that theirs did. There was nothing WRONG with them. THey just weren't the same. They had a different feature.
I had a different feature.
Does the type of plastic horse that a kid plays with actually make a difference? Does it make her any more or less capable of playing a game well? Perhaps people might disagree, I don't know, but as far as I can see, it doesn't matter if it's My Little Pony or Animal Hospital or Polly Pocket or some generic farm toy. What the hell difference does it make?
Maybe Adrasdos has a different feature in that she eats human flesh from time to time. That doesn't make any of her OTHER features any less valid.
Star's friend C is a sadist. But she's still awesome.
Silente likes human blood quite a bit. She's still a great friend and human being, too.
Just because somebody does or has something different does not mean to say that they are wrong.
Sorry for the diatribe. But I feel about that. :/
#ChaseForBook9
((Perfect. Absolutely perfect? You?))
*wrenches the hands on the clock violently to 4:20*
*the Midnight Hotel begins to violently quake*
*furiously tap dozens of symbols around the edges of the clock face*
*and as the hotel fades away, Silente, who was on the second floor, is left suspended in mid-air*
*she falls to the ground with a crunch*
*the Midnight Hotel blossoms into being in Chichén Itzá*
*I leap out of the front doors and sprad my bloodstained arms*
Gracias, Dios!
*spread
*hugs Taia*
*hits the ground with a crunch*
*the electricity wears off*
*jumps to my feet and realigned my bones one by one so them can heal*
*jumps to my feet, furious at being cheated out of a kill*
*looks around for something that might be more fun and worthy*
Why chicken itza might I ask.
Grins at the thought of doubled golden ages.
( Civ 5 reference. ) :)
(I've only played Civ 4, sadly.)
**realigns **they
(*waves arms*
Who keeps commenting and deleting?
I mean, it's fine, but it's driving me batty wondering who's commenting!)
Hey Taia.
( Civ 6 Beyond Earth wooh )
((It was Adra))
(Oh.
*meekly* Sorry.
*offers cupcake as penance for being an example of silliness*)
*hugs Adra back*
*hugs everybody else, too*
*because everybody rules*
*of course*
Hi, Eden! :)
Maybe still probably mostly not here.
idek what my current here-ly status is any more. :P
#ChaseForBook9
(*raises hand*
Taia? May I asketh you a question?)
*brushes blood off self*
*takes a deep breath*
*and returns to the hotel*
*I now have a funeral to plan, after all*
*it's very sad*
*I rather liked that fellow*
*but not very*
(*takes Annika's hand and lowers it*
You may-eth? :P )
#ChaseForBook9
*growls and glares finding nothing to kill*
*stalks off into the woods in search of a bear or something*
*hangs by the edge of the clearing in case she comes back*
(*takes Taia's hands in mine*
*gazes deeply into her eyes*
*whispers* Taia, what is the meaning of your profile picture?
*tears gather in my eyes* I am fairly certain that you are not a stag . . .)
*Sneaks behind Silente, and brushes her finger over some blood on her skin, then licks her fingers before Silente can do anything*
*Smiles, and steps back through her portal*
Scarred for life
(Hannibal)
*turns quickly looking for the person who touched her*
*finds no one and glares*
*cowards. Everywhere*
*stalks off and looks for animals*
*spots a small brow shape with a blue collar by a tree*
*its a large, angry dog*
*grins and walks over to the snarling beast*
*wraps a hand around its mussle*
*Adra's portal appears back in her alleyway a while away, which is littered with bodies*
*Goes to one woman whom she had nailed to the wall through the middle of her throat*
*Strokes her auburn hair, thinking that her blood mixes well with the color, then lets her hand drop*
*Lights the fire under the woman's feet, beginning to cook her*
What's with all the blood and running around guys.
I'm starting to believe the vampires have taken over.
CURSE YOU TWILIGHT!!!!!
(I find it funny that Adra's like "Let me cook and eat this innocent woman." and Silente's like "Here, let me drink your blood." and I'm over here all like "Hey, let me mourn this loss of human life.")
(Wow. That comment I just made was oddly casual. I don't like it. My vocabulary is slipping.
*loosens collar nervously*)
*looks down at the struggling mutt*
*throws it away in discust*
*screams in frustraition and heads to the towns*
*people are more fun than animal*
*they react more*
(Eden, Dark Adra is a cannibal, not a vampire)
((But I am a vampire. Sort of. But with extras..))
Things are beginning to reach beyond my comprehension again.
Can someone tell me what's going on please.
I . . .
*flips hair attractively*
. . . am a hotel manager.
*Waits until the woman is done, her hair like straw and her face burned beyond recognition*
*Steals a bit of blood from the other corpses around the alley to use like sauce, and takes a bite from the arm, ripping it away, blood covering her face*
(Annika, I just choked trying to stifle my laughing, there. xP)
Adra got it. Hannibal.
Unless that's not what she was referring to. In which case never mind. :P
To clarify, Annika, I am indeed not, and have never been, a stag (as far as I am aware).
But Zaf's picture is of an awesome piece of wordart. And she is not wordart, she is human (though she is awesome, tbf :P).
My stag was a product of watching too much Hannibal at once last year and then having a lot of feels and scribbles to churn out afterwards. I liked that one, so I painted it. :)
SO it relates to me in that I made it.
I'm not sure if that answers your question, but, uh. *nods* :P/:)
@Zaf: Sorry? *not following*
#ChaseForBook9
That seems reasonable enough annika.
I was kind of more put off by the blood draining and the like.
*reaches the town and wonders who to chose*
*walks amongst them thinking*
*surveying the options*
*grins and starts following a group of teens*
Sooner she goes AWAY happier i be
http://anamelessattempttoestablishsomeorder.blogspot.com/2013/07/alastair-cruciatus-names.html
Actually, to all of you who may or may not realize, Nameless was a RP blog, where we elaborate on RP plots...
This is by far my favorite, and it offers an insight into Alastair's mind. When I first read it, I had some powerful emotions.
There's another one, where Alastair explains that he believes that people are inherently cruel. It's ironic to see how his perspective has changed from that since, because of Adra.
<3
(*murmurs* Thank you for answering my question, Taia.
*rose petals swirl around us*
I feel . . . edified.
*gently drifts away into the fog while weeping silently*)
(Oh!
*waves arms*
Speaking of blogs! Oh, wait, let me get out of these cramped parentheses.)
Ah, that's better.
*Chews for a while on a particular piece of meat, which perhaps is a tendon*
*Spits it out*
*It doesn't taste as good as she would like it to be*
*Thinks, then changes into a black dress, which hugs at her curves, then puts on a pair of high heels to accompany the look*
*Figures that she would look much better covered in blood in this dress*
So, you all know that I have several blogs. One of them is Superfluous, which you already know. The other is my main one, where I post a lot of works that I've written.
The main one I'm working on now . . .
*brandishes manuscript*
. . . is a short story collection called Eliot Cross. I would like as many people as humanly possible to read the first one and tell me what they think. I could e-mail it, or you could read it on my blog, or whatever you like.
Would anyone like to do that? You don't have to, but I would consider it a personal favour.
*watches the teens as they enter a shop giggling*
*waits outside*
*they emerge, bags in hand and head away from the crowds*
*follows them into an alley*
*clears her throat to get their attention*
Hello.
*blurs towards into the group knocking them onto their back as they try to scream*
EXSANGUINATION
the act of draining a person, animal, or organ of blood
(Sorry. I just like the word, and blood draining doesn't come up THAT often so I don't get to say it. :P ^^)
(@Anni: *calls into the fog* You're welcome, Annika. You're /always/ welcome.
*inhales the misty air and turns back to... whatever I was doing before(?)*)
#ChaseForBook9
I'm sorry Clara (I almost just wrote Cara), I'm too busy to have time to sit down and read. I'm sure it'll be a thrill, though.
1: That is a lovely word, Taia.
2: I COMPLETELY understand, Adra. I too am very busy.
*Blood splatters against her face and her snow-white hair as she grabs a bat, then slams it into one of her victim's faces, fracturing their skull so it is beyond recognition*
*Positions her glass so that the blood pools into it*
*Rubs at her wrists, which have faint bruises on them*
*Grabs her glass and walks down the street, smiling as people scream and flee in terror*
That was interesting phrasing a used just then. A lovely word. Exsanguination is a lovely word. "To drain of blood" is a lovely word. How lovely.
Sanguine. It means blood. It also means happy. How lovely.
How odd. How strange to speak of such words as lovely. I'm not the killing type. Nor, I'm sure, are most of you, expect in our writing. And yet, such a word is "lovely" to me.
How odd. How chilling.
How lovely.
((That's a pretty word with a twisted meaning. I approve. :P I'll read it if I have the time tomorrow Clara :-) ))
*except
I shall add it to my safari reading list Clara so if I have some spare (might not have very much as exams are coming up ) time you can guarantee I will read it.
Sanguin, sanguinis, m. Blood
(I think it's masculine)
Tenebrae, Tenebris, n?- Shadows.
And more, of course..
Thank gods for Latin.
*hears screaming in the streets*
*turns and walks away from the teens, letting them flee*
*goes to see what's causing the screams and why she can smell blood*
Why thank you, Eden and Silente. You are both such . . . lovely . . . people.
*grins wickedly*
@Anni: I'd be glad to if I have the time, but I can't guarantee that. I'd be more than happy to try, though. :) ^^
@Zaf: I don't know how to respond to that, sorry. :/
Except that maybe... that I very much hope that you can find other ways to be happy. Because it's a lot nicer letting yourself feel happy than keeping angry/[insert other negative emotion/s], y'know? So, good luck with that. ://:)
@Annika: *bows* Thank you. :)
#ChaseForBook9
Ah, latin. I learned latin two years ago.
*Enters into a nightclub, watching as teenagers are smashed together like sardines, gyrating against each other*
*Happens to have a grenade in her bag, and smiles at the teenagers, almost smelling the hormones in the air*
*Murder and sex- coincidentally, her two favorite things*
*Pulls the pin, and swings the grenade far into the back of the room*
*Takes a sip of blood as it explodes*
*sees the explosion of a nightclub*
*grins at the blood and gore that comes raining down*
*walks towards it stepping through the charged wall and seeing Adra *
*grabs one of the surviving teens and snaps its neck in two, drinking the blood that leaks out*
*approaches Adra *
Annika if my cynical national Irish grandfather saw me reading that he would have a fit.
Lol ;)
( talking about the quote at the start of chapter nineteen )
*never learned Latin. Because we get Welsh o'er here instead. ._.*
*which sucks because Welsh doesn't help with etymology, and I LIKE words. :P*
MSD
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*Glances at Silente out of the corner of her eye, picking up a piece of flesh hanging limp over the railing*
*Doesn't say anything as she watches the people flee in terror*
*laughs*
Chapter one is much closer to the beginning of the blog. Eliot Cross 1.1.
In September, 2013.
((Gtg now. I will return tomorrow. Nah night guys. See yal real soon.))
Sorry 1.9
*wails* SILENTE!
*fall to my knees*
*alone in the darkness*
*rose petals swirl around me*
*wolves howl in the distance*
*sobs* Si . . . len . . . te . . . don't go . .
*whispers* You are the reason for the teardrops on my guitar.
*Shrugs as Silente goes away, and notices a young woman lying on the floor, with no legs- only bleeding stumps*
*She's screaming for her mother*
*Carefully presses her heel onto her neck, waiting for her to stop screaming, then pushes it through the skin and her esophagus, causing blood to raise and choke her to death*
*perks up*
*still sitting in the hotel, in Chichén Itzá*
. . .
*suspicious expression*
Something just arrived . . .
*Yanks her heel out, then texts Alastair, letting him know that she'll be back soon*
*Presses the wall, making a portal, then grabs two of the bodies and a few side limbs, throwing it into the dark room on the other side of the portal, and they land at the foot of the bed, next to a body without any organs- all having been, naturally, consumed*
*Peeks in, then slips through the portal, shutting the gate to the nightclub, then goes and waits on the bed*
(And with that, I should go as well.)
(Apologies, Sir. I didn't see your comment.)
@Annika: The blog is added to my Blogger reading/following list, so if there comes a time when I can consume them, then I'll try to do that. :)
I'm heading off, now.
*hugs all Bloggeries, bc you all are important, because yes*
#ChaseForBOok9
*frowns*
*sighs*
*sits slumped at the check-in desk*
*blood everywhere*
*scorched wallpaper*
*how distasteful*
*shakes fist in fury*
SILENTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
(I suppose it doesn't matter, then...
Thank you for the thought, though)
* BYE. *waves*
*skips away in a Taiaceratops-y fashion*
#ChaseForBook9
Bye Taia
*dully* Fare-thee-well, Taia.
(And now, that is, I'll take my leave)
Bye taia
*waves* Fare-thee-well, Adra.
*re-orders and puts away the ransacked files*
*replaces the chainsaw in the glass box*
*begins to lasso the towels*
*looks around at the world and everything in it*
*there is nobody*
*everyone is gone*
*shrugs*
*continues herding the towels into the linen closet*
*flips open mobile while herding*
*dials the local wallpaper man*
*a tall man named Len*
*A LITTLE WHILE LATER*
*sits down heavily in my swivel chair*
*puts feet up on check-in desk, knowing down my name plaque*
*looooooong siiiiiiigh*
*the wallpaper is repaired*
*Len is gone, several pounds richer*
*the blood is cleaned up*
*the glass repaired*
*the towels asleep for the night*
*the funeral arrangements made*
. . .
. . .
*wicked smile*
I love my job.
*knocking
Ah, well.
*checks watch*
It's about time for me to make my exit. Goodbye, friends, Romans, countrymen.
*the Midnight Hotel slowly fades away, like a dream*
So yesterday....
I fell down a drain.
Like, literally.
-_-
How even....
May the 4th be with you
Uh, thanks? :)
May the fours be with you. I think I'm gonna poof now.
NEW SHIPS CHAPTERRRRR
http://maraandadrahavewaytoomuchtime.blogspot.com/
Ugh I'm so sorry that the template and background looks awful, but such is the problems with having a copy/paste job -_-
And that's what I dedicate this page to- my new chapter!
Yeah, I would have fleshed it out, but tbh, I really don't have the time for that, so there's just the original transcript.
Not here for long, but if anyone decides to take a peek, enjoy!!
That crap
All I ever ear is that stupid ship can people just cool off with it? Its not even shipable.
Just went off to read it!
#ChaseForBook9
Hi Ari...
*stifles quiet giggle*
Alright, this may be one of my new favorite ships . . .
*sighs, watching Olivia*
Aro: I wish Lexi was here.
I know. I can't do anything I need a memory
*hits head on wall* ITS NOT A SHIP
God all it is, is simply something Adra is making a big production out of because she's not getting attention, so she can't go without the attention. Its just a way to get attention, and she's making way too big of a production of it. I wish someone would just end it already, would make me a likable person if I'm not forced to read conversations and fangirling about it. I can never do anything right apparently so its making me feel wonderful! I hope it ends VERY soon, or things are going to get worse.
*frowns sadly*
. . . Zafira, I want you to know that I've been praying for you.
I pray for all of my friends, but lately I've been praying for you specifically, as well. It's alright if you hate me for that; Christians like me are no stranger to hate. But I hope that whatever's happening between you and Adra gets better soon, and I want you to know that I'm doing everything I can to help.
I'm not offended by you praying, I'm Roman Catholic. And if this famgirling about Alastair continues as it is, it will be worse. I'm getting sick of it, enough is enough. She yelled at me so much when I would fangirl over Niccolò, I don't feel she should get my support
Zafira, I love you just as much as I love all my other friends. But you need to be doing something differently. I don't know what, but if you continue on this path, either you or some other Bloglander will do something you both regret. I don't know how to help you, or how to solve what's going on in your heart, but if Blogland is causing you to be physically and emotionally tormented, then maybe it's not healthy for you. Maybe you need to take a bath and listen to Jekyll and Hyde. Maybe you need to do some yoga. Maybe it's not about something you need to do; maybe we have to respond to you better. But I don't think you realize how much your comments, however directed at Adra they may be, hurt the rest of Blogland, and I don't want to see you in a place where the whole world of Blogland is allied against you.
I'm not saying you have to support a ship; this isn't about a ship. It was never about the ship. But if arriving in Blogland and finding Adra there makes you territorial and depressed, then this is a sign of a deeper pain than some jealousy over a fictional character. If there's anything I can do, and I mean anything, all you have to do is ask.
The only thing that will ever help me is if Adra didn't come on. I've been fine until she did. I doubt anyone can do that though. I can't stand the thought of her even bejng here, I don't feel like she deserves this after what she's caused me. Nobody ever truly listens except for a very limited few, its always Adra is a victim and I wish I could be heard without being yelled at. Its been Ari mever yelling st me and Silente and Star, anyone else who talked to me has. They never listen!
The reason people don't listen anymore is because you continue repeating yourself. You say the same things, again and again, and it's difficult to side with you when you come on after Adra and immediately assert dominance that she should leave and you should stay. Blogland is not for "worthy people." Blogland is for everyone, and if Blogland were only one person or a few people, it wouldn't be very fun, nor very creative. That is why people do not listen to you; your view of Blogland is different from everybody else's. And nobody wants to engage in a discussion with you if every work you utter is either about Adra or Niccolo. Most people come here to unwind and relax, not to listen to complaints.
I'm sorry. But that's why people don't listen to you anymore.
I'm really sorry.
*word
It's from the beginning. The moment things happened and all no matter what nobody would hear my side. They'd hesr Adra's and believe her, then I'd be stuck in the lonely corner, and be the one nobody wanted. She left and her influence on people vanished and I was having fun! No arguing, no negativity nothing! She came back and all this started. I mean I just feel like she did this on purpose, to annoy me. I wish she would go because honestly I found it nice without her. I felt happier and like I belonged here.
I can't explain what it is about Adra that makes you feel that way. I can't explain why you feel better when she's not around. Sometimes people click, and click perfectly. Other times, people . . . anti-click. Something like that.
The point is, when I came on Blogland, I gravitated toward Adra because she was nice to me, and I won't deny that I gravitated away from you because you were increasingly negative. But the more I've been on here, though I can see you growing more and more negative, I've also seen you fighting harder and harder to keep those emotions down, and I'm very proud of you for that.
"You can either die the hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain."
Zafira, I don't want to see Blogland begin to hate you. I really don't. Sometimes I feel, when you come online, the way you feel when Adra comes online. I don't like feeling that way, because I do not hate people, as a rule, but that's the truth. I've prayed to God to take those feelings away, and help me love you again, and he granted my prayer. Maybe if you prayed to God for this same peace between you and Adra, he would grant that prayer.
I hVe no desire to ever be friendly to Adra, she ruined it with this Aladra crap. She ruined whatever prayer she had of peace. I feel she did this to annoy me and she will deny it which I expect
Zafira, don't you see that when you say things like "I have no desire to be friendly towards Adra." and "She ruined whatever prayer I had of peace." it was, is, and will be nearly impossible for people to side with you?
I've gone most of my way without anyone actually siding with me, so it really has no difference to me. If someone sided with me yay, if not oh well, I went this long with very little siding.
. . . Alright.
I have to leave. It's late, and my mother wishes me to log off.
I can't change your way of thinking. That's not my job, nor do I wish it to be. But I will keep praying for you, every day, and I hope that, one day, it works.
*logs off*
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