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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I sound stupid calling, Alastair Cruciatus? Are you around? I could use a good conversation to challenge my thoughts.
I'm often around, Zafira, but I'm not staying.
Hello, Alastair. Well if you're here for now, I could use company
*sighs* God I'd fight Alastair if it meant doing something.
*explodes in boreom*
Awh, I missed him :/
It doesn't matter, I think Ari was busy and I was hoping to talk to him. I actually find Alastair someone to challenge my views on life, I could use that. Ah well maybe tomorrow he will be willing.
I hope he will be!!! :) I'd love to see him. *nods a thousand times*
*Might still be humming Phantom*
0.0 nanners
NANNERS
I wanna sing. But I don't. I want to sing in front of people. Yet I dont. I am confused
I deleted that comment.
Yes. You did.
*hugs* I am ill. :c. Wasn't even at school for an hour before I was sent home. For once I'm glad my room is the coldest in the house , because I am boiling.
[hugs]
I hope you feel better soon. [Gives her a pretty fan and a bunch of flowers]
[Gives ice cream as well]
[Should probably either be getting to sleep or impersonating a fake monkey]
[Either works]
SLEEP
Hi? Anyone around?
Just reading the quotes at the bottom of my planner.
"All men desire peace, but very few desire hose things that make for peace."
(Yes, sorry about the sexism. It's quote.)
#ChaseForBookNine
*those
*a
*frowns at my lack of being able to make coherent sentences*
#ChaseForBookNine
Urgh.
These stupid languages questions.
It asks "Do you have a part time job?" and I'm just like no, I don't, thanks for asking, and then it's like "Where you do you work?" "Can you describe your part time job?" "What are your colleagues like?" "How much money do you get?" and it's like FUCKSSAKE I DON'T EVEN HAVE ONE. :O
*ponders which part time job I should pretend to have*
#ChaseForBookNine
I can't concentrate as well when I'm listening to music, but I think it might actually help me work better, because it stops me getting distracted so I kind of stay on task . . .
Hmm.
#ChaseForBookNine
Hello?
SOMEONES FINALLY HERE!
@Silente: WELL IF YOU'D SAID SOMETHING I WOULD'VE REPLIED!
#ChaseForBookNine
Wbd, though - I'm attempting to write that essay again.
#ChaseForBookNine
WELL I DIDNT SAY ANYTHING BECAUSE IT'D BEEN LIKE TWENTY MINUTES SINCE THE LAST COMMENT!
@Silente: TWENTY MINUTES??????????
DAMN, YOU SHOULD HAVE COMMENTED!
I'm generally always distantly here - I use this place to take breaks before going back to what I'm doing. :P
#ChaseForBookNine
I'm here.
I think my form teacher hates me, though.
OR MAYBE I SHOULD HAVE COMMENTED, BUT -
well
*mutters, unable to justify myself :P*
#ChaseForBookNine
@Dragona: Why? :/
#ChaseForBookNine
Same Star. I've been here /hours/ wondering where everyone is...
Why would your form teacher hate you?
@Silente: -_-
#ChaseForBookNine
Its been really quiet of late..
There was a Chemistry mock exam on Friday. I was ill on Thursday and was still ill on Friday (even though I went to college on Friday), and I didn't think of it. I went to Chemistry as normal and was like, "Huh... where is everyone?" so my automatic assumption was that the lesson was cancelled and that we were told on Thursday - when I wasn't here.
So I sat in the hall and did some chemistry revision instead.
I was sat in the hall during one of my free periods today and he asked for a word with me - so I went with him to one of the chemistry rooms and he asked me why I didn't turn up to the mock exam.
I answered by saying what happened, and he refused to believe it. He said, "I don't believe the story you're selling me."
I replied, "I'm not selling you anything, I'm telling you what happened. If I was trying to sell you something I'd have made booklets."
Just to be cheeky because... yeah.
So he asked again. And I told him the same answer and he refused to believe me. Even though I've never lied in my entire life (it's one of the things I'm proud of).
He told me to go and see my Chemistry teacher. So I did, and explained to him the mistake I made - and he was fine with it. He gave me the mock paper and asked for it to be handed in on Thursday.
Yeah your form teacher doesn't like you and doesn't trust you. Which will probably be annoying in the future..,
It's stupid. I've never done anything to make him not trust me. I only said about the booklets because he refused to believe me.
Still though, teachers don't trust people who show them cheek. Its a rather annoying thing. Only the cool teachers can deal with it. :/
I wouldn't have said it if he had believed me. It was only because he refused to believe me beforehand that I said it - if he shows me no respect, why should I give him some?
That's what teachers don't get. They go by the motto 'respect is earned not given' but they only apply it to the students and not the teachers.
*sits in her tree house still wearing the shackles that Hyde gave her*
*doodling in her note book, trying to make a sigil to bind the bad magic but not her magic*
(Sorry, C asked me fourteen questions about love and caring in a big blocky paragraph and I was answering them. :P)
@Dragona: That's stupid. -_-
#ChaseForBookNine
(That's fine star. How is C?)
@Silente: I do not know. I did not ask.
Maybe I should have done. :P
#ChaseForBookNine
Yeah maybe, oh well!
Yeah.
I can ask later. :P
#ChaseForBookNine
Exunctly. How are you Star?
@Silente: Okay. How are you? :)
#ChaseForBookNine
Fine. Bored. Procrastinating. The usual.
Oh. Yes.
Um.
Yes.
*might be doing a bit of that as well*
#ChaseForBookNine
*by might do you mean is*
*its okay you can tell the truth*
We were doing devil/angel today in drama and all through the time she was talking my mind was flipping between I listen to my devil way to much, I should stop so I can get stuff done. And. But you should listen to the devil, he's more fun!
*I don't know*
*I shut the tab, so I might have stopped attempting homework now :P*
*laughs*
That's what Hunter would say. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
Hunter is a partially smart and highly awesome person then. In all fairness the devil does tend to be more fun..
Partially smart. *nods* :P
And - . . .
Not necessarily.
I think being good and having fun times without guilt is really awesome. :)
(Hunter still agrees with you though. :P)
(And yeah, I think he's highly awesome. :))
#ChaseForBookNine
Yeah but it depends on the situation. If the situation is homework (angel) or Blogland (devil) then the devil is really more fun in that case unless your homework is fun. But if its something like play a fun fair game (angel) or run jump hide and generally break the rules to win (devil) then its not always more fun because your being way to serious.
Gtg bye, gonna /attempt/ to do SOMETHING product..so by my guestimation I'll be back in like ten, fifteen minutes. Half and hour at most. If I last longer that I'm either dead or a mirical has happened.
Sorry, I poofed to do something . . . D:
It was word art, though. :P
#ChaseForBookNine
HUNTER
@Adra: HUNTER. :)
I still need to draw Ezter as a pillow. :P
#ChaseForBookNine
That's okay, Dragona. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
EZTER
@Adra: :) :) :)
#ChaseForBookNine
Lyla-Mae :)
@Adra: :)
#ChaseForBookNine
*paces the tree house thinking*
*rubs her wrists where the shakles rest absently*
*tries to break it down*
*goes back to her notepad*
*draws a binding sigil*
She's so cute..
((Who's Lyla-mae?))
*taps her pencil against the paper*
*absent starts nibbling the rubber while thinking*
*sighs and its the pencil and pad down*
*pricks her finger and wipes some blood on a slide*
*rolls over to a microscope and peers at her blood*
*frowns and zooms in more to get a look at the magic stuff James infected her with*
LOOK AT MY BABY COUSIN
AGAHHHHH
Lyla-Mae is my cousin. She was born on April 17th :)
*16th
**puts
Aww she's cute!
I LOVE HER
((I SHOULD EXPECT SO! SHES FAMILY!))
*brows furrow slightly in confuzlement*
*zooms in as far as she can with her microscope*
*there are tiny black orbs enveloping her blood cells*
*pulls the slide out a licks it*
*frowns running the blood around her mouth*
*wrinkles her nose in distaste and swallows*
Wow. O_O Interesting.
#ChaseForBookNine
(I KNOW
HE BAE)
*nods as if that answers a question*
*scribbles out the binding sigil in her notebook*
*goes to a cabinet and looks in it*
*sighs figuring she's gonna need a actual doctory person to fix this*
*Yey*
*or at the very least more supplies*
...anyone on?
Boom
Zafira! :D
Hello! How are you?
...usually, there's more people here. But, for these past few days, not much has happened here. Where is everyone?
HELLO! ANYONE?
I'm here! D:
Sorry, word art.
#ChaseForBookNine
Hello Star! How are you?
@Amethyst: Okay, thanks. :) You?
#ChaseForBookNine
Sprry I fell asleep
@Star: I'm fine. Thanks.
@Zafira: It's okay. :)
@Zaf: 'Sfine. :) Go to sleep, if you're tired . . .
#ChaseForBookNine
I'm going to go now. Bye!
Fours, Amethyst! :(
#ChaseForBookNine
Tis 6pm too early
Right I just have to get this off my chest, excuse me for said moment.
But Pro Life people get on my tits big time!! What's the point in ramming your view down people's throats or make people feel guilty because they have done the right thing for their body and mental being. Gets you no where and you just piss people off.
GAH!!!
Hmmmmmmmmmm
Hellloooo?
Lol Em xD
Hello!
Sorry Amy, I'm not here right now!!
Okay. I'll be distant...
For once in my life, I would like to go back to school after having a day off because I'm sick and have someone say they missed me. But it never happens.
It happens to my friends. Any of them have a day off, they get back and so many people say they missed them. But me? No. Never.
And it hurts. It really, truly hurts. Because I feel like no one cares.
[hugs Snow]
OMG I DID ZUMBA AND WE DANCED TO LET IT GO AND LOVE IS AN OPEN DOOR!!!
NEW POST
[Leaves hugs for when the rest of you people get here]
(I am here.)
WAS THAT NOT ONE OF THE BEST LAST COMMENTS EVER?
. . . Well.
No.
Maybe not. :P
#ChaseForBookNine
*does a little wave at him*
*even though she doesn't know him*
*goes back to her mocha watching him from the corner of her eye*
(I think it was, Star, and if Gary knew what a comment thread was, I'm sure he would too.)
*awkwardly look away*
*wonders if he should move to a different seat*
*cell phone buzzes in pocket*
*he groans, and ignores it*
*work work work, 24-7*
*he's burned-out, exhausted*
*and they won't even let him enjoy a simple iced tea in peace*
*How did Photo do it?*
*he wonders*
*How did Photo do it?*
((That was a good last comment star!))
*hears his phone buzz*
*downs the rest of her mocha*
*gets up smoothly*
*stands, thinking*
I was not aware that moving to an old comment thread was even a thing.
Silente, drinking a mocha, nawwww :3
*wonders if she's leaving*
*hopes she doesn't try to talk to him*
*suddenly feels very thirsty*
*but his iced tea is gone*
*sadness*
*his phone buzzes again*
*he angrily takes it out and silences it*
It wasn't really that good. :) Thanks, though.
Photo. D:
Gary. D:
Photo. D:
Gary. D:
"How did Photo do it?"
:(
#ChaseForBookNine
((Yeah that's what we do Matex, us addicts can't wait for a new post!))
*decides to walk of slowly*
*feels a slight tremor go through her hand*
*frowns looking at the sun*
*its no where near setting*
*feels another tremor shake her slightly*
*hurries up*
*runs after Silente and jumps on her back*
Weee! Carry me!
*watches her slowly leave*
*wonders if he should say something*
*too nervous*
*instead, he sighs*
*sets down his empty cup*
*and gets out his phone, to get back to work*
*work work work*
*he checks twitter*
*as a job perk, he's inherited Photo's old work account*
*@MrGetItDone*
*he'll probably delete it soon*
*slides Matex of her back*
Hey. How you doing handsome?
*feels another shiver shake her frame*
*looks back at the café*
*wonders if there's any side alleys or toliets near by*
*angrily puts away his phone*
*no, he won't answer the texts and voicemails*
*it's his day off, and he's damn well going to enjoy it*
*he stands, and goes in search of a bowling alley or a frozen yogurt shop*
*the air temperature slowly drops as he sets off down the sidewalk*
*walks after Gary*
*he looks like he knows the places*
*hates the fact she has to walk*
*feels another shiver shake her frame again*
*frowns at Sil*
I'm fine but you look awful, what do you need?
*arrives at a creepy, Tim Burton-style frozen yogurt shop, from the same chain as the one Doctor Precocious was cursed in, so long ago*
*enters the shop*
*exits the shop in a burst of snow and clinging frost, leaving the shop quite a few degrees cooler*
*quietly eats a coconut fro-yo with a pink spoon, and wonders what to do to occupy his time*
Fine just...changing..
*looks for somewhere to go*
*taps Gary on the shoulder*
*a violent shudder shakes her frame*
And I shouldn't ever, ever give up, because if I don't . . . I'll get there one day.
Maybe it'll take seven and a half hours straight of fiddling, or maybe it will take me an entire week to write and then seven hours to memorise, but I can do things.
And if you think you can't . . .
You shouldn't ever think you can't.
@Star:
:)
(There are other things on that page that I had responses to, like @Zaf on the pets, because that unconditional love is important and amazing and :3 , and like @Ari because AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH:):):); but I can't get into those because then I'll have to get into ALL of my responses, and I can't, because I'm not on, because chemistry revision.
But I somehow got distracted and haven't actually done any chemistry since I got home, because I kind of accidentally did physics instead and idek but somehow that ended up with me here? Idk. But then I read Star's thing and went AAAAAHH and commented and then carried on reading and did more AAAAHHH and you guys are just too awesome, okay? :P *hugs all* :) )
(*waves*)
#CHaseForBook9
*turns and look at Silente*
*the temperature drops thirty degrees*
*FAHRENHEIT*
*and his pink eyes widen in surprise*
. . .
. . .
. . . eh.
*looks
Hi..awkward question
*shakes violently and a dull pressure forms on her gums and fingertips*
You know somewhere private? Where there's less mort- people?
Uh . . .
*wonders how to interpret the question*
*wonders what to say next*
Uh . . .
*wishes he were at work right now*
Uh . . .
Uh . . .
Uh . . .
. . . no?
No? Oh. Okay then. Perfect..
*mutters* not good.
*shudders violently again*
Very not good.
*smiles* okay then. I'll figure something out..
Yeah . . .
*slow, autopilot nodding*
Yeah . . . you . . . um . . . do that.
I . . . I'm just . . . gonna go . . .
*totters away, hyperventilating*
*images of Rosa Phantom in his head*
*grabs Silente by the shoulders*
Don't you have any serum?!
Thank you, Taia! :) :) :)
*hugs*
Yes.
Ari.
:O
And "if you want people to believe you when you say she's bad, you have to be better."
And -
yeah. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
*looks around worriedly*
*wonders where all the backstreet alleyways are*
*the ache in her gums and fingertips intensifies*
Fuck.
*walks quickly to find somewhere*
*somewhere private*
Phone: *buzz*
*ignore*
Phone: *buzz*
*ignore*
Phone: *AGGRESSIVELY BUZZES*
*AGGRESSIVELY IGNORES*
Phone: *BUZZZZZZZZZZZZ-*
DAMMIT!
*seizes phone*
*freezes it into a block of ice*
*shatters it against the wall*
Gary's Mental Oscar: That's coming out of your paycheck.
*sighs*
*walks away, looking for a spa, or a theater, or anything, really*
Not even slightly Matex. I've been having problems getting wolfsbane. I think they've finally caught up..
*continues walking quickly*
*hands in fists*
Then why not go to your cage?
*gestures around them*
My /home/ is in Blogland. This is America.
*lowers her voice so passersby can't hear her*
And opening my portal here in public is a rule I won't break. Maybe I can fight it..
*shudders violently and grits her teeth*
ARGHHHHHHGHGHHGHGHGHGHSHBVJHSJBVSJHVS
I forgot where I was.
(when did we get to America? I am soooo lost ._.)
(America is in Blogland!)
#ChaseForBookNine
((I was in an American café, a job had brought me here. Mage got too big for his boots and annoyed the wrong person. Said person contacted me. No more mage now.))
(OH RIGHT!)
*Adra lets the man's body drop down onto the bench after she tears a chunk of flesh and meat from his throat*
*Chews it, and the light dies from his eyes*
*She gets up carefully, going to get another drink from the bar*
...I don't think we ever quite sorted exactly what/where Blogland is.
Also, just out of curiosity, Silente, how did you get past that thing where you couldn't use magic without going all malicious?
#ChaseForBook9
((Sigils Aretha. While I was bound by the shakels Hyde gave me I spent a while thinking and drew a sigil into my skin that would help. However said sigil is..faulty. And has a tendancy to weaken happy me.))
((Also hey Aretha, hey Adra))
*She downs her few shots of whiskey, the man laying down still unnoticed by the crowd* *She goes down and finds another, and sits across his lap, smiling* Hi, there.
*The man doesn't answer, but looks at her in slight awe* *Leans in and kisses him*
(Hello, Silente!)
Of course she cant get out
((Hey Zaf!))
*Steps out from behind a building, hanging up her phone*
*Glances around*
*Pulls back, and watches at his lips turn black, the same color as her lipstick, and the veins turn blue and pop out of his skin a little* *He tries to talk, but his throat is closed, his lungs quickly being cut off from a reliable source of air*
*She smiles slightly down at him, as he leans back, choking*
((Hello Faeris))
*finds an alleyway*
*taps the sigil on her nose*
*backs into the portal*
*enters her vault/house*
*roots in the draws*
*sighs finding a needle of serum*
*one of her last*
*quickly inject herself*
*heads up to Blogland clearing*
*She walks quickly but carefully through Blogland town, using the mirrors on her sunglasses to scan 360 degrees around her*
*She's looking for a girl*
*Well, not just any girl. One girl in particular.*
*A little girl with blonde pigtails and a coat with lots of bulging pockets*
*quietly walks up behind Adra* Enjoying yourself, love?
((Ohh. She's looking for the mute girl.))
*reaches the clearing*
*smiles and stretches in the sunlight*
*lays down in the grass*
*letting the sunlight warm her skin*
*Tentatively grins* Hello, darling. I am indeed. Care to join me, or do you want to find somewhere else?
Anywhere you like, although you'd have to move us if you'd rather leave.
*sighs happily and closes her eyes*
*the sun is so nice*
*it always makes her feel better*
That's true.... *Nods slightly* *Grins, sitting up and takes his hand* I have an idea. *Pauses* Are you alright?
*She walks through each block of the town*
*No sign of the girl*
*She leaves and walks towards the forest, thinking that might be the next best place to try*
*blinks at her, looking a bit surprised* Of course, darling. Why do you ask?
*rests her hands behind her head*
*crosses her legs at her ankles*
*relaxes a grin on her face*
(Could you please not use the term 'mute girl'? I have a name, and would rather not be defined by something I cannot control.)
Just checking. *She brushes her lips against his, and pulls him out the door after her towards an alleyway* Alright. It's your choice what we do- murder, or...?
(I dedicate this page to movement.)
((Sorry Siren. I forgot your name..))
((Hey!))
*considers briefly* Well, you've got your lipstick again, and I haven't killed without magic since... Well, since France, but that was a race, so there wasn't much time to enjoy it. Why don't we go for murder?
*Nods* Very well then.
*She makes a portal, stepping through*
Welcome to Tahiti!
((Mute irl or character? I don't believe we have met, Siren!))
*wonders who it is this time that's cutting of her wolfsbane*
*maybe the vampires caught up to her*
*or the cheated employers*
*or other enemies*
((The creepy girl with the dolls is perfectly acceptable. Although I suppose you haven't seen my magic used more effectively, have you? Ah well, that will change soon.))
*She's hiding behind a large boulder*
*She knows that Faeris is here for her*
*What does she want, though?*
*What does a daughter of Aevil want with someone like her?*
((In character. Although irl I am just a voice in an author's head, sometimes a sort of mood, so I suppose you could consider me mute there as well.))
*steps through after her* Why thank you, love. *smiles* You always choose such marvelous places.
(God help me, I find it so confusing when people have multiple characters. Do I already know you? :/)
Of course, darling. *She leads him towards a secluded beach, where a few families are playing in the sand*
*gets up and leans against a tree*
*thinking*
*absently drums on her legs*
((It might do you some good, Matex, to consider them people, rather than characters of someone else. They are, essentially, their own beings, after all. I'm sure you wouldn't want to be defined primarily by your relationship to someone else merely because you lack a physical form.))
*his eyes light up* And I'll reiterate my earlier statement. Such wonderful places.
((No. When I comment as Siren, I am Siren and nobody else. You have met my author, and you've met some of my author's other characters, but you do not already know me. This place has always been somewhere where we can all exist on the same level, and I'm sorry it's hard for you to understand.))
*Grins* Alright. Act for a little bit, or just go straight in?
*pokes Silente-sama then runs and tacklehugs Matex-sama*
Hello Matex-sama! Silente-sama! ^.^
Amd everyone else XP
Hey Chi! How are you?
*ignores the fact she only got poked*
ugghhh I know but I prefer to speak to the people as well as their characters -_- I don't JUST come here to role play, I feel like, deceived, when I'm talking to someone and it turns out to be someone I already met >.>
Hello my dear Butler!
Hm... *examines the few families the same way a butcher examines cattle he's considered buying* *after a moment, his gaze softens* Whichever you'd prefer. Either way, I think, would be entertaining.
I'm perfectly well Silente-sama. And you?
*bows towards Matex-sama*
*She looks around, but she's in the wrong place to see the little girl crouched behind a boulder*
*Kicks the dirt in frustration*
*Mitters bitterly*
Elephant's toenails! Mother would give me the impossible bit.
Matex don't call her a butler! She has a name mister.
*nudges his shoulder*
Well, I think we can put them through a little run first. Besides. *She pokes his stomach playfully* I could try to make some sand traps.
But Silente-sama I am a butler... It's alright, I don't mind.
She wants to be our Butler! I'm just teasing her :P
Fine Chione-dono
*hugs them both tightly*
I don't like calling her a butler..it seems rude. She's a sister to me. Not someone I consider below me.
*hugs her back*
Its been a while, where have you been hiding!
((Have you considered that so-called characters might be equally interested in conversation? That they might have their own lives and emotions? If you feel deceived, it is because you believe that when you speak to a character, you are in reality only speaking to a writer in a mask. However, I can assure you that, on this blog especially, far more often than not, characters are their own entities entirely, their only relation to their scribes as physical forms to borrow and speak through. You would be sorely mistaken to assume I am Aretha Tesla, simply because her fingers produced this sentence.))
Alright, then; I'll follow your lead. *pauses* Although I don't know that either of us could be considered average beach-goers by our current attire. Myself more so than you.
(*Amen to what Alastair* *Cuddles :)*)
-
*Rolls her eyes* Take your jacket off, then.
*She rolls up her pant legs and sleeves, then moves toward the sand, beginning to dig*
(If you want conversation, I can do conversation. I just want to exist. Is that too much to ask? You still seem to see me as some sort of marionette, and I would be lying if I said that didn't hurt. I'm sure you'll find a way to explain that away, though. After all, I'm a lesser being, not even a being, a puppet, an idea. I couldn't have emotions or opinions or insight of my own now, could I? Also, you should be quite thankful I'm not letting Faeris speak with you just now. She's extremely angry. My author will probably be on in a little bit to apologize when we've calmed down, but I'd like to say in advance: She might be sorry. I'm not really. I guess I'm sorry I inconveniences you, sort if, but I'm not and shouldn't have to be sorry that I am.)
*considers* *pulls his jacket off, leaving it folded in a spot of shade* *untucks his shirt and undoes the first two buttons, suddenly appearing far less formal* *moves back over to Adra, helping her dig*
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