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 1401 – 1600 of 4888 Newer› Newest»Olivia: It feels...amazing. Its so cool...This is what it feels like to be powerful. *tilts head and stabs Star in the eye* More fun.
((The never ending roleplay....))
((I think zaf may have left now..))
*runs and injects serum in Silente* Do not change
Stop fighting it, vampire. *pries inside her mind and heightens her sense of smell* You know all you want is the hot, sticky substance of blood gushing into your throat.
((Nm^^))
Fine then!
*grabs Olivia's knife hand*
*twists until she drops the knife*
*stomps on the blade breaking it*
*pushes her away from Star*
Oliva: *bites down on Silente and jabs her eye with her finger* STAY AWAY FROM ME OR I'LL KILL YOU
...*throws gerbil at Olivia*
*fights against Alastairs mind tricks*
No Alastair! Its not happening!
*looks at he needle in her arm*
Luckily that's not going to set of my allergy, not when I'm on the edge. Don't worry zaf. Its not going to happen. I won't let it.
*feels the heart pushing against her mind*
*pushes back*
((HEY
I LIKE THAT EYE
(curiously, when reading books like . . . well, like Zom-B, which I was reading yesterday so it's the first example that springs to mind . . . what bothers me? Does the fact that four to five billion of the population is gone bother me? Does the violence of people being eaten alive bother me? Does all the complex issues about racism it tackles bother me? Does the killing with joy and without mercy bother me?
Shall I tell you what bothers me?
What bothers me is incurable wounds. I hate it when B gets something she can't cure. I hate that she's hobbling and that won't change. I hate that she's filed the bones on her fingers down so now they might never grow back and WHAT IF SHE NEEDS THEM.
This is what bothers me the most, what disturbs me, what really gets inside me and makes me think I DON'T LIKE THIS.
I'm not sure what this implies about me, so I probably need to get fixing. :P
Anyway
NOT THE EYE!
I NEED MY EYE!
*wails*
ALL THOSE SCARS WERE BAD ENOUGH!))
#ChaseForBookNine
**beast
*pushes Olivia harder*
Olivia! Get a hold of yourself! I am not in the mood now back way from star or I will kill ALL of you! Don't make me lose control!
Hey Silente! Take the gerbil on the ground behind Olivia!
*not exactly functioning*
*thinking
#ChaseForBookNine
Olivia: *catches Coco and keeps him in her pocket where sleeps* *rounds on Silente* Can I have another knife Alastair?
*would have several things to say on the situation, but the ability to look at said situation and determine things to say is gone with my mindframe of a person*
#ChaseForBookNine
*plucks the vampire up by the collar of her dress with shadows and leaves her suspended in the air* Let the child have her fun.
*rushes to pet shore*
*buys all the gerbils*
*runs back*
Olivia! *takes out a few gerbils*
Gerbils?
*takes twenty gerbils and places them on the ground*
*uses air to gently push them over to Olivia*
*tosses Olivia another knife, identical to the first* Try not to lose this one.
*takes out one of her daggers*
*cuts the collar of her dress and drops to the ground shaking*
No Alastair. I'm not letting her hurt my friend!
*throws the rest of the gerbils at Olivia*
Here Olivia!
(Silente, use these gerbils... they might help...)
((Isn't that animal cruelty. Throwing them around in a bloody area))
((IS THIS NOT HUMAN CRUELY DAMMIT))
#ChaseForBookNine
Good luck, Silente!
I hope you get your senses back, Olivia!
Good bye everyone else!
I have to go study now! See ya!
*grins at the vampire* You already have. *pierces through both its shoulders with shadows, and holds it in the air again*
Awesome! I can't wait. And it comes out the day before my birthday again!!! *hint, hint Derek - Birthday present ;)
((Bye amethyst!))
((I'm trying star!))
*moans in pain as her shoulders are pierced*
*hangs there her dress covered in blood*
*struggles against the shadows trying to free herself*
*fights against the beast trying to stay herself*
Fours, Amethyst! :(
I'm going to have to leave around nowish anyway to go to sleep, so . . . D:
Fours, I guess. :/
If you continue roleplaying, just pretend I'm unconscious/not unconscious but hardly conscious either, not in a sense.
You can like, move me and stuffs, but don't, like, try and do to much, because like, MY non-existent character. :P
(like, like, like. *facepalms at dialect*
*I use the word to express uncertainty, to muddy my sentences a little, blurring the sharp lines of confidence, so it does have a purpose, but*)
Um, yeah . . . fours, I guess. :/))
#ChaseForBookNine
((Bye star!))
Olivia: Now. Leave. Me. Alone.
(K shall be distantly here doing show
*lays a hand on Star's shoulder and they both vanish* *returns without Star* *puts the vampire down* Alright, now that that's over, what next?
Olivia: *has knife and looks ready to kill* Come here Amethyst. And thanks Alastair
((Kay then zaf)
*falls to the ground*
Where did you take her? Where's star?
*shudders and shakes still fighting the change*
Olivia: what do I do now? Can you hurt Mum?!
Stay away from me Alastair.
((Amethyst left zaf. Just me, you and crazy))
*stumbles to stand in front if zaf*
Where's. Star?
(Oops. Sorry im like dying. When i poof ill be back on and off. Im here just y'know i'll be on stage too.)
Olivia: *turns and looks at Silente* I'll kill you.
I don't know. I don't. I'm so sorry..,.
*turns to Olivia and bares her teeth*
You would even come close to killing me, now Alastair I asked a question. Where's Star?
Don't thank me. I'm only enabling you because you interest me. If I get bored, I'll go after you, too.
Olivia: *looks at Silente and glares and then cuts her wrist then moving hand away from knife*
I've no reason to answer you, vampire. Maybe if you turn you can follow the scent of her blood and find out for yourself.
*with not from
Olivia: Why hurt me? I know about my family. What hurts them worse.
*glares at Olivia*
*turns to Alastair*
You know as well as me that if I even try im not going to just follow that blood.
Answer me this then. Earlier you said you would go after my friends, torture them in front of me. Why. Why in front of me. Why not torture me in front of them?
Because you'd like that better. I've seen you in fights, vampire. You like them. Even when you're nearly killed, it hardly bothers you. But you're always quick to defend your friends. Pain isn't only about physicality. I wanted to see you desperate, tearing yourself apart to try to save the defenseless Star, all in vain. Torturing isn't enough on its own. I intend to break you. And you're already playing right into it.
Olivia, love, don't make the mistake of thinking that I care about you. Or anyone, for that matter. You're fascinating, but not useful. The last thing I need is another little girl to drag around with me.
I won't break. I've faced people like you before and I am not broken yet. Nor do I intend to be anytime soon. How long have you been watching? And also you didn't say why it was me you were trying to break. Why not break Star or Zaf?
Olivia: i know. I just consider not the enemy. Or friend.
Aro: Alastair just stay away from my sister. Before a rearrange your face.
I'm not overly selective. I just like to see people in pain. And may I say, you were so irritatingly cheerful. It's disgusting. There's also the fact that you think I can't break you. Because I can guarantee that no matter who you've met, there is no one on this planet like me. I'm always watching, vampire, and I'm more powerful than you can imagine. In a little over 500 years, I have devastated the human race time and time again. You're out of your league.
I'd love to see you try, Aro.
In case you haven't noticed I'm ALWAYS out of my league. My league is boring to fight with. And I am not part of the human race. You will not find me so easy to brake. I'll not break by your hands. It strange. If you weren't so..intent...on killing my friends and ruining my life then I might actually like you. However you are intent on harming me through my friends. And don't worry. My irritating cheeryness isn't going anywhere.
*nods, and suddenly makes a check on a piece of paper that he has been holding*
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is hero/villain dialogue bingo.
Hey Sir didn't realise you were still here. Hero/villain dialogue?
What would possess you to like me?
Ms. Dark, I advise you to stay in your relationship with Mr. Castalan.
Ms. Tempest, when you are an outside observer, you begin to notice patterns. The villain's monologue, the hero's insisting or wondering if they should be tortured instead, so on and so forth. Thus, I devised a bingo game to play in such situations.
I have yet to lose a game.
You seem rather charming in a crazy way. Also your a talented fighter, something I love to find in people. Plus I'm not entirely right in the head. But yeah. If you weren't trying to do me in I fear I'd quite like you.
*smiles*
But that don't matter, Cuz you are trying to do me in.
Indeed, Sir. I'm quite used to being called a villain. So few people are ever pure enough to admit that sadism is natural.
Well I'm glad to be entertaining you sir. And to be called a hero instead of a monster.
Honestly, heroes monologue just as easily as villains, the roles are largely interchangeable.
In any case, I did not mean to interrupt, please continue.
*rips the newly-completed piece of paper off of the clipboard, and stows in a new one*
*readies his pen*
Alas I fear our conversation must, for now, draw to a close. Good bye sir.
*waves at sir*
So long Alas. I'm sure I'll undoubtedly see you tomorrow. Till then.
*sticks her tongue out at Alastair*
Bye anyone else!
You can finish your new bingo game tomorrow sir! Night guys! :-)
*sighs*
Well, good bye, Ms. Tempest. A shame, I wanted to get a picture of the two of you, something to put in the scrapbook alongside the bingo ticket.
Ah, well.
helloo?
Greetings, Ms. Glee.
HAI SIR! *supermegatacklehugsofdoom*
...
Quite.
Aro: wanna bet i can?
HAI ZAF! *supermegatacklehugsofdoom*
Hai sorry wbvd
I beg pardon. Is anyone here?
*looks around*
I can say that, at the least, I am.
Oh. Hullo, Sir. And how are you today?
Standard, as I believe you could have guessed.
I did, but I always feel I should ask, for the sake of courtesy.
Of course, and I thank you kindly for the courtesy.
You're welcome.
*nods politely*
Indeed.
*nods, equally politely*
Yes, quite.
*nods courteously*
...
*stops nodding, before this goes too far*
*frowns*
We do often seem to get into repetitive ruts.
*shakes head as if clearing it of dust*
*begins to stroll down the street*
*watching the world go by*
It is rather odd...
*remains on his park bench, checking over his bingo results*
*strolls down the street*
*notices a sheep*
*the world stands still*
*silence falls*
*we stare each other down*
*my brown eyes*
*to the sheep's rectangular-pupiled ones*
*slowly turns around*
*and flees in terror*
*back to the park bench*
*hides beneath it*
*whispers* There's a sheep out there.
...
A sheep?
Just a sheep, and not sheep? Because I could understand if you were afraid of sheep, but a sheep is far less scary than sheep, sheep are scarier than a mere sheep, sheep sheep sheep.
...
I am not entirely certain what took over at the end of that sentence.
*sees the sheep, staring at them from a distance*
*with the most intense, unblinking stare he has ever seen*
*promptly moves to behind the park bench*
Hello.
*peers out from under the bench*
*scrambled backwards a few inches on hands and knees*
I
hate
sheep.
*points a shaking finger at the sheep*
I
hate
them
so
much.
And I think that sheep knows it.
I have faced down goats with the blankest stares imaginable, cows who could bore holes in metal with their glares...
But never, ever, have I had the displeasure of seeing a farm animal with a glare like that.
Greetings, Ms. Kerias.
*shivers violently*
I like goats. Give me a goat any day.
I like cows. Well, I like burgers.
But I can't
stand
sheep.
*begins to slink away*
Sheep: Bah.
*freezes*
. . .
*picks up the tranquilizer gun*
*examines it carefully*
...
*it has no darts in it*
*sighs*
Well, Ms. Dark, I appreciate the sentiment. Perhaps I could hit this over the sheep's head.
I think Ari vanished a while ago. I'm proud of my plot twist. I remembered a few days ago Olivia could become evil.
*takes the gun from Sir*
*carefully aims*
*throws*
*it spins like a throwing knife*
*and hits the sheep in the face with a BONK*
Sheep: Bah.
*tips over*
*breathing heavily*
That's the good thing about sheep.
*whispers* They're easy to tip over.
Hi Jubi
...
Quite.
*scribbles down a note on his clipboard*
Greetings, Ms. Glee.
*beginning to calm down*
*looks down at self*
*sitting in a muddy puddle*
*stands up*
*brushes self off*
. . .
Hola mes amigos *Supermegatacklehugsofdoom*
Hola Jubi. ¿Comò estas?
Muy bien gracias. ¿Y tu?
...
*jots down another note*
*frowns at Sir*
*cranes neck to look at clipboard*
*realizes that's a bit rude*
. . . What are you writing about, if I may ask?
Well, at first, I was merely reviewing my bingo score, but now I am taking notes.
One can only win a particular game of bingo before one wishes they had another.
Ah yes, I heard about this hero/villain monologue bingo game.
*sits on park bench*
*wonders if he's taking notes for a new bingo game*
*shrugs*
I never played much bingo, myself. I'm more of a sudoku fan.
I can understand why you would enjoy Sudoku, but I have never done so.
In any case, please, ignore my note-taking.
*struggles to ignore note-taking*
*was never very good at ignoring secret things*
So . . .
*searches for something to discuss*
Why don't you enjoy Sudoku?
Well, I never was very solid with numbers.
Really? That surprises me.
*looks around warily for more sheep*
*doesn't see any*
*sighs in relief*
And why is that?
Well, usually you seem to be the one who knows everything about anything.
*shrugs*
I suppose I assumed you'd be good with numbers, too. Nothing to be ashamed of if you're not, of course. I'm more comfortable with words than numbers, myself.
Everything about anything? Hardly.
In any case, numbers are a tad too abstract for me to understand.
*is now thinking deeply about it*
I suppose so . . . but only when you get into higher mathematics, like the concept of imaginary numbers, pi, infinity, etc.
I suppose. Still, it is most likely the fact that I tend to over-think such things.
*shrugs*
*I seem to do a lot of that when Sir is around*
I suppose.
...
I suppose.
*closes eyes*
*holds up hand*
Let's not start mimicking each other again.
Indeed.
After some time, these constant lead-ins to infinite loops of parroting can become quite irritating.
I believe they were irritating the first time.
Well, the parroting was, but the descent into it was not.
*frowns*
How so?
... Honestly, I cannot actually remember. It was quite some time ago.
In that case, I retract my previous statement.
*laughs*
Fair enough.
Yes...
*quietly jots something else down*
*nods*
*begins playing with the little blue bouncy-ball I keep in my pocket*
*is really itching to lean over and see what Sir is writing*
*finally stops writing, and stows the clipboard in his jacket*
Well.
*sighs*
*continues bouncing the bouncy ball*
So . . .
*frowns*
Hrm...
Awkward silences seem to come up quite often between us, don't they.
*bounces bouncy ball*
*loses it for a moment*
*finds it again*
*tries to pretend I didn't lose it*
Indeed. Apparently, we do not exactly have much to say.
That's odd. Generally, I can't shut up, as most of Blogland will attest.
Well, I would think that to be a good thing.
Not really. People don't generally like it when one is A) Incapable of shutting up, and B) a lover of really Brobdingnagian words.
*smirks*
Well, I believe that you would agree with the sentiment that Blogland is not populated by most people.
*inclines head*
Touché.
*checks watch*
*sighs*
I suppose I should be off. I have a big day tomorrow.
Well, I hope that you get plenty of rest, and wish you good luck for whatever it is that you shall be doing.
Thank you.
*waves goodbye as I exit the comment thread*
Goodbye, Sir! Have a nice night!
Thank you, Ms. Barnosky.
Book nine is coming out on my 13th birthday!
Oh, damn, I missed all the fun with Alis earlier. :c
XD I don't even know anymore...
I wanna ded. :c
Mm kay. We're going to have a long conversation now so you can get first and ded.
Please don't make this an awkward silence? [hugs]
So, it seems that Alastair's back.
NOOOOOO STARRRRRRYNESSS D':
:'c STAR, I AM GOING TO KILL YOU FOR DYING, OR NEARLY DYING, WHATEVER
*also, tackles fabi*
I plan on hugging Alis if he comes near me. Best way to scare a violin off.
STAR, IF YOU SURVIVE, I WILL LISTEN TO EVERY SONG ON ONE OF YOUR PLAYLISTS FROM A BAND I HAVENT HEARD MUCH.
((See, this might actually be more effective than threatening to kill a possibly-dead person.))
[Nods]
I'll try to update MageBay a bit more over the next few days. It's the least I can do to help. Because I really shouldn't stick around. :-/
But on a brighter note, it's good for Blogland to have a "violin" to unite against. I'm curious to see what happens.
Yeah. It should be fun. And that thing with Olivia was cool.
Hey Snow [is tackled] [hugs]
Well, that's an interesting tactic, to be sure, but maybe you shouldn't warn him beforehand? He could make things go straight through him or stab you or something.
Have you been reading Anni's rp's? I think I may be a bit behind
Meh. I like being stabbed. I mean, Snow's been out of action forever.
Oh, I'm sure it will be.
Am I commenting too fast?
I have, to some extent. They're not my primary reason for ghosting, though. (Please don't be offended if you read this, Annika).
Doesn't she post on a Superfluous Adventures blog, though? Maybe you could read any bits you are behind on there?
If you don't mind being stabbed, then go ahead.
No, don't worry about it, I'm just slow because I'm getting tired.
Hmm, I was going to. Just haven't had the time
Ohhhh. What time is it for you? Aren't you about 12 hours ahead of me or something? Or is it behind? Idek.
It's nearly midnight.
So are you about to start Saturday or Friday?
Friday.
You're on the other side of the International Date Line, right?
Yeah. Its 5:30 pm on a Friday for me.
Okay. [Nods]
You know how John Travolta accidentally called Idina Menzel "Adele Dazeem?" And how there are a bunch of Travoltify your name things?
Well, if you Travoltify Alastair, you get...
...
...
...
...
Abigail.
And I just thought that was thought-provoking, because Abigail, but I imagine you would find it funny?
It actually kinda makes me think.
[nods]
The name Abigail has always been weird for me, so...
Hm. How has your day been?
Y'know, I'm one of those people who writes how they think. It's weird, I guess... but I find it normal.
Like, if I say ths wrong thing, I wont go back and put the right thing, I'll just correct myself later.
You know I'm bad at communication
It's the hardest thing for me to do
And they say it's the most important part
Of the relationships I go through
And I give it all away
Just so I could say that
Well, I know, I know, I know, I know
That you're gonna be okay anyway
You know there's no rhyme or reason
For the way you turned out to be
I didn't go and try to change my mind
Not intentionally
I know it's hard to hear me say it
But I can't bear to stay
And I just know, I know, I know, I know
That you're gonna be okay anyway
Always keep your heart locked tight
Don't let your mind retire
Oh, but I just couldn't take it
I tried hard not to fake it
But I fumbled and when it came down to the wire
It felt right
It felt right
But I fumbled and when it came down to the wire...
The way you use your imagination
Try to make it what you want it to be
Because I'm sorry I did what I did
But it came naturally
And I give it all away
Just so I could say that
Well, I know, I know, I know, I know
That you're gonna be okay anyway
Well, I try to keep myself together
After all the opportunities
Try to stay true to you and try to do
What you wanted from me
And I give it all away just to hear you say that
Well, I know, I know, I know, I know
That you're gonna be okay anyway
Always keep your heart locked tight
Don't let your mind retire
Oh, but I just couldn't take it
I tried hard not to fake it
But I fumbled and when it came down to the wire
It felt right
It felt right
But I fumbled and when it came down to the wire...
Always keep your heart locked tight
Don't let your mind retire
Oh, but I just couldn't take it
I tried hard not to fake it
But I fumbled and when it came down to the wire
It felt right
It felt right
But I fumbled and when it came down to the wire...
You'll always be weird, even if you're doing the same thing as everyone else.
My day was good. We had school photos today. I cant get a good school photo. I always look like I'm about to call the photographer an idiot.
I'm rubbish with photos. I have a subconscious tendency to make a face at the camera.
I'm probably going to leave after you get the ded. I do need sleep at some point.
Same. You can never get a good picture of me. At least when I know ones being taken.
All those little things
That when you're sad, remind you
You are not alone
[Nods]
Yeah.
You are amazingful
I know. I really didn't expect this. You ate perfect *hugs*
Even if perfection is theoretically impossible
FABI IS THE MOST AMAZING FRIENS ANYONE COULD EVER ASK FOR
SNOW STORMBERG IS TOO NICE FOR HER OWN GOOD SOMETIMES
https://www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&persist_app=1&v=scROU3zlUqs
My ded
Nonsense. *hugs*
The deds not the best. But I'm happy with it.
"This video is not available on mobile" :-(
I should go sleep now.
Bye [hugs]
:o
Nooo
Bye fab *hugs*
Anybody on?
Aaaaaand I'm 3 hours late.
Lovely.
Nobody?
I'll try to start roleplaying. It's as good a time to start as any...
((by the way, in roleplay, me (Emerald Phoenix) and Fay (I can't decide on a last name) are different people. Fay's like the little voice in my head speaking in italics. Bu I don't know how to do italics on here, so yeah.))
Fay: So.
Me: Yeah.
Fay: This is awkward. Just talking to myself here.
Me: Yeeeeeeah.
F: Mmm hmm.
M: Brilliant.
F: Lovely.
M: Yep. Totally.
F: Hey, what about a singalong?
M: Uhhh... I'm good.
F: *starts anyway* Do you wanna kill a snowmaaaaan?
M: Nope.
F: Come on, let's go and plaaaaay... I never see you anymore, come out the door, it's like you've gone awaaaaaaaay!
M: -_- *sighs*
F: We used to be best buddies
M: *reluctantly joins in* But now we're not...
F and M: I wish you would tell me whyyyyy!
M: Do you wanna kill a snowmaaaaaan
F: It doesn't have to be a snowman...
M: Go away, Anna...
F: *droops head* Okay, byyyyyyyyyyyyye...
M: *rolls eyes* *sighs* Satisfied?
F: Nope.
M: *groans*
F: The snow glows white on a mountain night, not a footprint to be seen...
M: *facepalms*
Heh. That was fun. I literally just annoyed myself. By annoying myself. In roleplay. :D
F: *louder now, wants to be heard over narrator* A KINGDOM OF ISOLATION, AND IT LOOKS LIKE, I-I'M QUEEN....
F: *pauses* But it's not technically isolation, is it? You're here, aren't you? *turns to face Emerald*
((M is for Emerald, btw. Why I didn't put "E" I don't know))
M: I'm you, though. You're just talking to yourself. And that's the first sign of madness. At least that's what THEY say.
F: Who's THEY?
M: The Hugely Evasive Yodelers.
F: Riiiiiiiiight.
M: *is silent* *cocks an eyebrow*
*stops roleplay*
But it IS isolation, me. I'm all alone!
Please. Somebody. Anybody. Please?
Italics are done by going when you want it to start and when you want it to end. Only, without the spaces
Yay! Somebody's on!
Damnnn it didn't put em down.
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