I have just pressed SEND.
By pressing SEND, I have emailed off the completed book to my agent and editor. It will now be sent to the copyeditor who, amongst other things, will be checking for grammar and spelling mistakes that I've missed but, more importantly, will be ensuring that everything I've written makes sense.
She will be checking facts and figures and timelines, scouring her notes on the other books to make sure I haven't contradicted myself... A good copyeditor in invaluable, and I have a great one.
It's done. I wrote the two Scapegrace chapters that I'd left until last. Oh, and I ALSO included the winner of the Die Horribly competition...
It took me until last night to pick a winner. I was sent 30 finalists out of everyone who entered. Of those 30, I quickly whittled it down to 15. Then, not so quickly, down to 10. Then it took me ages to narrow it down to 5. Then 3.
There were some great entries. Lots of funny reasons why people reckoned they should be the reader I pick to kill horribly in the book. But I needed something specific. I needed something that would fit in with what I'd written. And there was only one reader who fit PERFECTLY.
So congratulations to Lewis Holmes, from the UK. You shall have the distinct honour of being Horribly Killed in The Dying of the Light.
Lewis' death was the last thing I had to write. Now it's all over. Sure, I'll be sent the copyeditor's notes to approve, and there'll be a little more fiddling around between now and printing time, but...
... but it's over. I have finished writing Skulduggery Pleasant.
I think I need to lie down now.
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«Oldest ‹Older 1801 – 2000 of 4942 Newer› Newest»No offense Rhydian but in your current state your not killing anyone. Plus we don't know /how/ to kill him. And it'll probably take more than one person to do so..
Yeah you're right. I'll wait.
hOnK
*Not here*
*But saw Ember's profile pic*
*sighs and sits on a rock or something*
How do you kill someone that survived beheading and kills people for a living? We have to find this out, and within two ((I want to say weeks?)) {Insert correct word time term here} at least, that is if he wasn't lying. Which Lena thinks he is.
Hi/bye Adra?
I don't know Silly...I don't know.
(Gtg now!)
Bye then! :( it was months. Not weeks. Bye! :(
Hey guys!
Kes! I haven't seem you in ages! How's Del?! How're you??
**seen
Was I too late? Did you poof?
*waves to Silente*
I KNOW
I blame Tumblr
It's distracting
I'm good because three day weekend and stuffs and so is Li :)
How 'bout chu?
Sorry for distantness, I'm nominating for the Blogland awards
Ah okay that's why your distant.
I'm fine thank! A little bored but otherwise great.
Yep :)
Boredness is bad. *thinks*
*throws explosive confetti from a bucket and then puts the bucket over your head*
*runs away*
*grins*
*jumps really high to avoid being blown to smithereens as the confetti explodes*
*lands with ease*
*takes the bucket off*
Nice try.
*is hiding upside down in a tree*
*left a timed trail of confetti to my hiding place*
*but you don't know it was intentional*
*frowns*
Why is there more confetti...
*moves 2 feet the the left of it*
*follows the trail*
*jumps down from tree*
*lands on your head*
HAYYYYYY
*picks her off my head*
*by her feet*
*throws her up by her feet*
Vampires should /totally/ be acrobats!
*grins*
So, how's vampirism suiting you? And also another question, how come you never noticed this?
*points to the faint symbol carved into her head that only vampires can see*
*the one that shows her as an outcast, to be hunted and killed on sight*
*catches a tree branch*
*flips around it, Inigo Montoya style, and lands on my feet*
We SHOULD!
Oh, I have. Ages ago. I just don't care, and I figured that if you wanted to talk about it, you'd talk about it. We all have secrets in our past that we'd rather not bring up.
*raises an eyebrow*
You've noticed it and you don't care? That's a new one. Even the prehistoric vampires tried to kill me when they saw me.
*grins*
Not that they succeed. So you don't care that I'm one of few vampire who had this god damned symbol carved into my head by the bloody elder vamps as they call themselves marking me as an outcast, someone to be killed without question? That's...no offence but that's not the smartest move..
It's plenty smart. If I were you, I'd be more likely to attack those who shunned me and judged me than those who accepted without question. And you've never done anything to me, have you? No.
And if it come to that, I can defend myself.
Oh you can, can you?
*smirks*
Sure. Okay then.
*winks*
*doesnt bother bringing up the magical properties of my swords*
*or that I haven't been defeated in a duel in over twenty-five years*
*just smiles*
If needs be, yes.
Okay then.
*shrugs*
If you say so.
*pulls out an opaque bottle*
*takes a drink from it*
*smiles*
Want some?
I'd love some
*takes bottle*
*surreptitiously waves ring on right hand over bottle*
*it glows a faint shade of purple*
*returns the bottle without drinking*
Anybody want to come on Minecraft??
*frowns*
You didn't drink it. Its exactly the same weight..what do you just do?
*raises one eyebrow*
((No thanks Melody :) ))
((Hi Em! I'd love too, except for the unfortunate fact that I don't have a Minecraft))
I didn't do anything, simply checked it for poison.
I'm a bit paranoid that way
Why would I poison my own bottle?
*puts the bottle away*
Sooo...what do ya wanna do? I'm in an evil-ish mood for some reason but I don't mind what we do..
I have no idea. Maybe it wasn't- this ring's rather old, but I'd rather be safe than sorry.
We could...
*the confetti trail starts exploding*
...Crap
*laughs at the confetti and moves far enough away not to get hit quickly*
That's one way to break the ice.
*shakes her head*
What were you saying before the confetti so rudely interrupted?
I was saying that we could rob a bakery.
Because I really like food.
Rob a bakery?
*shrugs*
If that's what your into..
*waggles eyebrows*
*whispers*
I have a pastry fetish
*whispers back*
That's a little weird. But okay then.
*stands straight*
I think there's a bakery on the street corner in town..
*is offended*
Are you calling me weird?! I'll have you know, there is a very good reason as to why- actually, no, there isn't. Never mind. *coughs*
What? Where?
Yes I'm calling you weird, but everyone's weird in some sense. And its better to be weird that normal in my mind, so its more of a compliment than an insult.
In town, to the west. On the same street as the Laser Zone.
((There's a town now? Really?))
((This is Blogland, theres a lake, a volcano, mountains, a village with a nightclub that is basically a town. Or rather it had a nightclub...Adra blew it up.))
((How long has the town been here? *hasnt been a regular since over a year ago and doesn't know about most things*))
((I'm not sure. I have a really bad ability at keeping time on blog events. I once thought it had been a week since something had happened when it had only been like a day.))
((Well that's... That's... Okay. Um. *makes a mental vow to try to be regular again* *at least over the summer*))
((What were we doing?))
((Robbing a bakery? I think?))
I gtg anyway though. Byeee!
Bye!
*waves*
*is still here*
Hey!!!
Hey! Your back!
Yup. Silly can ya send me link to this page? On phone, and laptop is being evil to me
Kk one min.
Cheers
Done.
THANKIES SILLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Has Silly become your nickname for me? I'm not sure I aprove...
Yes it is :P oh ok...Want me to think of something new then?
Nah its fine. I can deal with it. So long as it doesn't catch on..
Anyway what do ya wanna do?
Dunno? I'm pretty bored and I'm listening to Just A Little Girl by Trading Yesterday...again. I think I've got an unhealthy obsession with that song :P
Oh unhealthy obsessions with songs are pretty common, they happen a lot.
I'm bored too that's why I was hoping we could come up with something to do..
Any ideas? Coz I'm pretty bored atm.
I COULD VLOG!!!! (Me and Corvo *cough* Unicorn *cough* have a YouTube channel!)Want me to send ya the link to our first vid. It's hers technically
Nah thanks I'm good. Not because I don't want to, because I only ever use YouTube to listen to songs. I used to watch it all the time but, well, Blogland happened.
Well we could start an rp about finding out how the hell to kill the horseman..
Yeah sure...Coz I wanna kill that headless son of a bitch!
____________________________________
*wakes up* *has been asleep all day* *wonders how he managed that, then realises that he woke up early* *groans as he rolls over, his body still in pain*
*knocks on Rhydians door*
*walks in*
Wake up. We have work to do.
*walks into his bedroom and pulls open the curtains*
*turns to look at him*
Your looking better. Your not bleeding everywhere anymore.
*walks out to his kitchen*
*fills a jug with water in case he doesn't wake up*
*walks back with the jug*
You getting up?
*sees the jug* Really? But my bed is SO comfy.
Up. Or I'm pouring it over you.
*stands in the doorway with a hand on her hip*
Don't think I won't.
*Gets out of bed* *walks past her and goes into the bathroom and takes a shower* *dries self and gets some clothes on* *White trainers, light grey tracksuit bottoms and a hoodie* *opens the door* Better?
Much,
*has already put the jug down in the time it took to shower and made a sandwich*
*is in the process of eating said sandwich*
Come on then. Eat you sandwich and then its research time.
*points to another sandwich she made*
*its a cheese sandwich*
*looks at the cheese sandwich* I don't like cheese sandwiches...I'll just have last nights leftovers from chippy *walks over to the fridge and put the food in the microwave* *waits*
Are you and Matex together? I remember flashes of when Remi was in me...So are you? Coz tbh I hardly know him, most of the time I knew him I wasn't even me
That's none of your business.
*eats his sandwich too*
*waste not want not*
Are you and Lena together?
*looks at her* What? Of course not. I like her and all, but not in that way. She's just a friend. And why isn't it any of my business? You're like one of my closest friends now, and from what I remember, Matex was a good pal. So why a, I not allowed to know? And it's clear that you both are, because if you weren't you'd have simply told me that
*blushes and glares at him*
New topic. Research.
*pulls some files out of her side bag*
*scatters them on his table*
Here's what I've found so far.
*foods done* *Rhyds takes the food out and starts eating and looks at the papers* So...HOw long have you two been together? Since I was in a odd type of coma?
*ignores his question*
These are the files I've been able to find so far. All on the headless horseman, all annoyingly vague. Don't touch them without gloves on, I'm not exactly meant to have them.
*notices she doesn't answer his question* *doesn't bother with it*
*pulls gloves out of a draw* *passes a pair to Sil* Here. I'm good at research. So this shouldn't be too bad then. *starts looking through the papers*
*puts the gloves he gave her aside*
*puta her own leather ones on*
The files are quite old..I had hoped they should be semi-informative, it took a lot of effort to get them.
*picks up a file and flips it open*
*starts paging through it slowly*
Nothing on his origin except for a vague explaination in the one your reading and only a few stories of when people have fought him. Spoiler alert, they all lost,
(Hello...)
((Hello person I've never met before. I would greet you I'm my usual way but unfortunately my characters a bit busy so I'll have to settle with saying hello.))
Gasp, I kinda guessed they all lost. There are many different theories of who he really is. A dark fairy, a ghost, or both. Someone once said he was a demon. So basically, your guess is just as good as mine. *looks through the file* It looks like he's done a /lot/ of deals.
((Hello Liz. Nice to meet you, we're roleplaying atm so we may be a little distant))
I'd expect him to have done a lot of deals, he's been around since before anyone can remember. Although granted originally he had a head and was apparently an alright guy. We need to find out what he is, move backwards, then we can move forwards and find a way to end him.
*an aeroplane appears over the pocket dimension*
*it's a very distant part of it, and it's not very noticeable yet*
*slowly, it advances*
*someone in the pocket dimension looks up, hearing the aeroplane, and smiles briefly at it before turning back to what they were doing*
*the aeroplane appears very high up, as aeroplanes are, far up in the sky*
*but actually, no, it's not high up*
*it's not high up at all*
*it's just smaller than your average aeroplane, and contains no passengers, only cameras and . . . well, it doesn't exactly CONTAIN anything else, as such*
*the person on the other end of the cameras watches as the pocket dimension comes into view* *it's a market, a busy day, and there are lots of people, selling stuff, buying stuff* *maybe they're smiling* *she doesn't know, she's not the same species as they are* *to her, they're rather disturbing creatures* *but there are a lot of them* *and that's what counts*
*when she gets almost to the appropriate position, she starts broadcasting*
*on her home planet, suddenly, all the televisions (or her planet's equivalent) short out, showing the view from the little aeroplane*
*confusion* *denial* *anger* *chaos* *maybe it's there, maybe it's not, she can't see them*
*but they can hear her*
*she speaks deliberately into her microphone, which gets projected onto all their 'televisions' back . . . no, it isn't home* *not anymore*
This is a statement.
*silence in response* *she should get some way to look at their reactions for next time*
This will keep happening if you do not submit.
*still silence*
You have been warned.
*on the little aeroplane, a portal gapes open, a gash to another dimension* *and the gateway on the other side is a lot bigger*
*some machines come through the portal, growing to their natural size as they immerge in the pocket dimension, and spread out in the air; they can fly, but they don't have enough power to sustain it for long* *they don't need to*
*the person CAN hear what's happening in the pocket dimension, and as the puzzlement and hysteria rise, she smiles*
Open fire.
*fire - literal fire - pours out of the machines, and crashes like a waterfall onto the people beneath*
*the person stops smiling*
*she doesn't like hearing this part*
*she doesn't like hearing them burning, hearing them screaming, pleading for help*
*she doesn't like knowing she caused it*
*but she forces herself to listen* *this is the price* *the price she must pay* *and she will remind herself of the cost of it*
*as the pocket dimension burns, the fire spreading like a thing alive - it's tough, the fire, she made sure of that - she takes a deep breath and speaks calmly into the microphone, a repeat of her message from earlier*
You have been warned.
*then she switches the cameras off* *five pocket dimensions to kill today - she mustn't be late for the next one*
(Indeed. Well, I think I'll wait for a better point in the roleplay to reappear. See you lot later!)
(Oh, and, uh, hi.)
((Bye? Er... okay. I'm not going to ask..))
*at the edge of Blogland, a small aeroplane appears*
((Er.......???))
Yes...But none of these say how we can kill him
((And that's very not good))
That's why we go out and do more research, come on.
*walks out his front door putting the gloves away*
I suggest the sanctuaries but then again they don't tend to have good files when you need them. I'd say china but she's still down and out.
((Yes. Hello.))
((Just to be clear, you do know me. I'm just keeping my identity hidden at the moment.))
*as the aeroplane starts flying over Blogland - not that the person knows its name - she frowns* *this one is not so populated* *maybe she had been lucky with the first one*
*never mind* *the fires would do their works either way*
((No. It is not very good. Not for you, at least.))
((No not for us. Well. I'm sure you have a reason for this. I'd love to hear it before I'm burnt to a crisp but either way.. *shrugs*))
((OK...Who are you?))
China would be good, too bad we can't reach her, the Sanctuary probably not because, well, they're crappy when work actually HAS to be done. What if we can't kill him? If he can't actually be killed, by any methods we have at our disposal, then what do we do?
We find a way to kill him. We run until we figure this out. Simple as.
*is now in the clearing*
Everything dies. You just have to figure out which button to press.
She sits on a bench, head in her hands. She hears a buzzing noise, an aero plane? She looks up. That's strange.
Yes I do understand this...But what if the way to kill him, is too much? Like we can't achieve it?
((Of course. Everyone has a reason for everything, do they not?))
*she sighs, and slowly waits for her mini aeroplane to make its way over to the part of Blogland with the most buildings and roads* *there are objects moving on the roads, at least, although to her they look like . . . chairs?*
*as she approaches, she begins broadcasting*
This is a statement.
*aeroplane.
We have to Rhydian. Not just for Lena but for everyone.
*starts heading for the town*
I know someone who might be able to help us.
Who is it Sil?
She's in a grumpy sort of mood
Of course it's a statement. But what does it mean?
She glances around. Last time she was here, there was a group of people who took care of things like this, a community. She's not sure where they went.
((@Rhydian: It does not matter who I am.))
This will keep happening if you do not submit.
*she sees a person on a bench look up* *that's one death, at least* *and anyway, watching buildings burn and fall apart makes appropriately despairing footage*
You have been warned.
*the machines start to emerge out of the portal*
Someone like China only not screwed over and owes me a favour.
Is this the Apocalypse or something?
@Sil: Oh...Ok then
*sees blobs coming out of the sky in the distance*
*makes her eyes use their vampire vision*
*frowns*
*machines? What the hell?*
*starts running as fast as she can that way*
*the machines spread out*
((I'm getting a little worried about that plane..))
((Rhydian I was talking about the person we were going to meet, just to be clear. I have no idea who plane woman is))
What's going on? Sil don't just leave me!
*runs faster towards the town seeing more machines come out of what seems like a plane*
*far away from the clearing now*
*close to the town*
((You should be worried.))
*the machines open fire, and the flames, tougher than the flames of her home planet or of, she's discovered, most planets, begin to pour onto Blogland*
Oh, dear. This does not look good.
And then she immediately forms a plan, one like something her sister would do.
She's not sure why she doesn't just leave. It's not like this is her home or anything, but whatever.
She pulls a few things out of her wallet and stuffs them into the pocket of her hoodie, then rearranges what remains.
She's an idiot.
A bloody idiot.
A soon to be dead idiot.
She pulls one more bottle from her wallet, slaps some green oozy stuff on her arms and face and runs toward the fire, the aeroplane and the voice
Gtg now :( Things were just getting interesting as well! *poofs*
Fuck!
*runs faster into the town and looks up at the machine squirting fire everywhere*
WHAT THE HELL!
*taps her forehead, her personal shield forming around her*
*looks up at the plane*
*throws a rock at it like a bullet*
((Bye Rhydian))
(Sorry, my typing may be slow.)
*the rock hits the machine, and the machine shifts to the side, bumping lightly into the machine next to it* *it's a tough machine, but slightly less steady in the air*
*the person smiles slightly at the resistance*
((That's fine..wait. Just Liz and me v Evil machines and Plane...oh god. Do I have to save Blogland?!))
*starts throwing more rocks faster and harder*
*sees Liz*
Hey!
*runs over*
*deactivates her shield then reactivates it in the space of a second*
*it now includes both her and Liz*
*throws more rocks*
((If you want to. I would not underestimate Liz, however.))
*the person scowls as the machines are bumped this way and that*
*then one of the machines starts sinking*
*the person tries to direct the cameras away from that*
*the fire is spreading nicely, though, burning up the weird furniture vehicles and glowing ember-like along the pavement*
hey.
Fuck fuck fuck..
*looks around at the burning place*
This'll be great fun to explain..
*keeps on throwing the rocks as a blur*
*one after another*
*each one finding its mark*
((Hey Emerald..))
(How high in the air are the machines?)
(Yeah, don't underestimate Liz.)
(I'm gonna drop the italics for now, they're a pain.)
[Looks at Silente]
Hi. What the hell is going on?
((Hello, Emerald.
(That could have been a good plan, Liz. :/)))
*looks at Liz*
I have no idea!
*looks slightly terrified*
But Zaf is going to /kill/ me!
*takes a big long drink from her bottle*
*goes back to throwing rocks*
((Hey Sir))
((*considers* The plane was high enough to be mistake for a full-sized aeroplane, but the machines would have been slowly sinking as soon as they appeared, so as to conserve energy . . . and will probably continue sinking; I'm not planning to take them with me, so they will probably land at some point.))
(Yes, but if they're as high up as the airplane, it's useless, which is why I was asking first. If they're somewhere she could get at them, then I'll copy-paste it.)
(Hello, Sir. We're all going to die.)
(Alrighty, then I'll activate the earlier koan when they're close enough to reach, unless Sil here thinks of anything better)
((*mistaken
Hello, Sir.))
*more of the machines get hit by the rocks, and begin to malfunction, dropping faster*
Greetings, Ms. Tempest, Ms. Herald, Ms. Melody, and whoever is directing the aeroplane.
((Oh look she picked up the nickname. No Sil doesn't have a plan Sil is panicking and trying not to die))
(*plan -_-
Yeah, I'd guess you're a little less doomed with her than these machine things, no offense Zaf.
[She opens her wallet and pulls some things out, shoving them into the pocket of her hoodie]
*the person is slightly irritated - she may need to reuse these machines*
*she keeps the cameras open on this pocket dimension whilst she begins annihilating her third*
*looks at Liz*
What are you doing?
*is paler than usual*
*takes another drink from the bottle*
Do you know how to stop the machines?
*continues throwing stones*
(Yes, 'she picked up the nickname.' Liz is not an idiot, nor does she take kindly to being mocked.)
(Also, she does happen to have a plan, so if you don't have anything useful to say, then don't.)
The flames are stronger than any the fire-balm is meant to protect her from. She's pretty sure her skin will be really bad later. She should have grabbed some aloe. Hopefully she can get some later. Hopefully it won't be worse than a sunburn.
She comes up behind one of the fallen machines, staying out of the thickest spots of flame, but not managing to avoid it entirely. She opens her wallet, and attempts to get the machine inside.
(A/N: Liz has a wallet basically the same as her sister's, so it's essentially it's own pocket dimension, which she's tried to make as appealing to world-destroyers as possible. Things bigger than wallets can fit inside, but I'm unsure about the mechanics of these machines, whether or not this would work.)
*the person notes the large forest to the . . . whichever direction (she knows a good deal of directions on a good deal of planets, but are soon-to-be-annihilated pocket dimensions worth it?)* *that will catch fire wonderfully*
*she begins broadcasting on the third pocket dimension*
This is a statement.
I have absolutely no idea but at least I'm trying something!
((Oh I didn't mean to insult you. Most people don't pick up my nickname until a bit later on. Sorry if I insulted you, NP offence was meant.))
((**no))
*the person's attention is drawn back to the second pocket dimension - Blogland - and she glares* *she may need to do something about that* *she has no intention of letting her machines been stolen*
*she sets a recording of herself playing on the third pocket dimension and focuses on Blogland, thinking*
*looks at the flames*
*why are no elementals on when you need them*
*wonders how the hell to stop them*
*decides she'll do that later*
*walks over to Liz*
How can I help?
(Yeah, well, I happen to be intelligent. Also, I'm worse at typing than my author (I'm not sure how that's possible, she's got theories), so chances are if you weren't already nicknamed Sil, I'd call you it anyway. Unless it annoyed you or something.)
[She moves another machine to her pocket dimension, then another, cringing slightly as most of her personal belongings are burnt to crisps]
If you want to make sure they stay within a contained area, that'd be nice. I'm a little worried about what might happen if the forest catches fire.
*the flames begin to properly devour the buildings* *one crumbles, spectacularly* *it's a wonderful sight*
*she checks the first pocket dimension* *no resistance there*
*looks at the forest*
Right. Okay.
*starts dragging machines that are on the ground away from the trees*
*the flames just move around her shield*
*starts jumping and dragging the other machines down to the ground and away from the woods*
Ohmigerd,
it all seems so surreal!
I can't believe we've finally reached the end of this great stew of epicness, universe-explodingness, coated in awesome-sauce-ness of a book series that which we call 'Skulduggery Pleasant'.
Mr. Landy, you have truly done a fantastic, brilliant job of presenting this great magical world to all those young readers out there and I hope for two things which I also hope aren't too big to ask for:
A) GET ON WITH MAKING THE MOVIE, THERE IS NO WAY THAT SKULDUGGERY PLEASANT CAN NOT HAVE AT LEAST ONE MOVIE!
B) Hope it's not COMPLETELY the end and that you can continue to write extra shorties here and there??
[Puts more machines in her wallet]
[Glares at nothing in particular]
I don't think we can stop this fire, just keep it from spreading and hope it dies down...
[Puts another machine in her wallet]
*the person sighs, and taps on a device that looks similar to a human mobile phone* *another portal in the plane opens, and a ball of darkness falls out, heading straight for Liz* *it's a yhngt - or that's the closest you can approximate the pronunciation on this screen - and it kills organic life, such as plants and animals* *all the plants appear to be burnt, so it heads straight for Liz (Silente's dead, so is less attractive to them - not that the person knows that)*
*it's basically a ball of black scribbly stuff, and can be destroyed by enough of some type of energy, such as electricity and magic*
*it basically . . . burns is the closest I can get to it . . . organic life, but it goes slowly, so it'll keep butting at you, carefully wearing you away, whilst you slowly, slowly dissolve into black*
*it's also maybe as big as a medium dog*
*keyboard
*looks at the flames*
I agree. Luckily it was built a decent distance away. The buildings won't set the trees alight. The machines will.
*keeps dragging them out of the sky and away from the forest*
*on the third pocket dimension, the flames have been unleashed*
*what resistance there is is minimal* *no problems there*
[Liz turns, seeing the yhngt, and aims the machine so the fire spews at it]
[It changed directions to head for her, so she can't really run]
[And the machine is what she has in her hand]
*looks at the forest*
*it doesn't appear to be on fire*
*keeps dragging the machines down*
*oblivious to the yhngt*
*fire will not damage the yhngt*
*it may slow it down, however*
#ChaseForBookNine
((The forest will eventually be on fire, unless the fire is put out. It's tough. It spreads.))
Hey!? Some help here? There's this scribble thing, and I think it doesn't like me.
[Takes several steps back, still pointing the fire at the yhngt, it doesn't seem to be helping very much, but maybe a little? Or is she just being optimistic?
((We'll worry about that later...))
*Steps out of a gateway, next to Ms. Herald*
You require assistance?
*turns to look*
What?
*looks at the yhngt*
What's the hell is that?
*runs over to stand next to Liz*
That's so weird! And attacking you. Right. Er..
*taps the sigils on her forearms*
*throws her arms wide sending a large blue wave of energy at the yhngt*
((Gtg, food. BBS!))
[Points at the flames, then the yhngt]
Assistance would be lovely, thank you. Do you know what that scribbly thing is, or who tries to set dimensions on fire? Or how to stop it, maybe? Because that's more immediately useful...
*the yhngt makes a high-pitched squealing noise and decreases in size as the blue energy hits is* *is now the size of a kitten*
*the portal re-opens and five more yhngts appear*
*the person deems Blogland temporarily dealt with and begins the destruction sequence on a fourth pocket dimension*
((Msd, unfortunately.))
#ChaseForBookNine
*Looks*
Well, they could be a variety of things. Snarls, yhngts, the results of a high school cooking class gone horribly wrong.
Either way, there isn't much point in destroying something when you can simply put it somewhere else, with far greater ease.
Shall I do so, Ms. Herald?
As long as you put it somewhere where it can't harm anyone, that sounds like the best solution.
Naturally, naturally.
*Stares at the yhngts for several moments, frowning*
Ah, there we are.
*Several gateways, screaming portals lined with curling yellow flames, open to what seems to be complete darkness*
Well, if they continue on their current paths, they should harmlessly ping off into infinity.
*the fourth pocket dimension appears to have firepower*
*the person frowns*
*she wasn't meant to be attacking pocket dimensions that could FIGHT BACK*
*it is of no consequence, however* *the machines can be pulled out of the air, but they won't be damaged by the missiles, and the fiery destruction will go on regardless*
Thank you very much.
[nods]
[Realizes she's still holding a flame-throwing machine]
[Tucks it in her wallet-dimension]
Erm, does this place have a fire department? If so, do you suppose you could call it?
[Runs to the next machine--there do seem to be a lot of these--and puts it in her wallet as well]
*the person glares fiercely* *screaming portals?* *this was not in the brochure*
*she picks up another phone-like object* *this one is an actual phone*
*she dials a number*
...
Possibly?
I am unsure, Ms. Herald. Sadly, I have not fully immersed myself in the municipal systems of Blogland.
*Looks around curiously*
Okay...
[Removes what she thinks/hopes is the last machine]
[Looks through the wreckage, wondering if there's any chance she can find a phone book]
Adra! Do you know if Blogland has a fire department?
(Hey Adra)
((Back!))
*is sipping in her water bottle*
*deactivates her shield*
Okay. Now to stop the rest of the place burning..
((Just so you know, Adra, half of Blogland is now on fire.))
*the forest has now been reached and the person smiles absently as the fire begins to burn through the trees*
*then her smiles disappears as the person on the other end of the phone answers*
*the person speaks into her phone calmly, authoritatively, and in a language that sounds strange coming from her mouth*
*she pauses, listening, then says another word, and hangs up*
*the portal in the plane opens again, and more machine come out* *these hang steadier in the air - they're better at flying*
*the person speaks calmly* Open fire.
*and the machines open fire, but it's not fire this time* *it's some form of missile, which I suppose humans might call bullets or shells or something along those lines* *they're more like hard rock than metal, however*
*the only disadvantage is that the fire makes it hard for the machines to aim*
I dedicate this page to..to...er...microwaves! Hey did you know that microwave in a language is popety ping! And in Irish is apparently MICREATHONNACH. So yeah, microwaves.
Shame, Never...
No, I don't think so, Liz. There was never a need for one with magical people.
((No, I did not know that, Silente.))
*looks up at the new machines*
Guys..problem.
*looks at the forest*
Double problem.
*wonders which is a bigger priority, machines or fire*
*fire*
*runs around and staffs drawing sigils around the area of forest that's on fire*
*mutters about stuff*
*the person's attention is drawn by Silente, and she scowls*
*this was meant to be a SIMPLE operation*
#ChaseForBookNine
*Furrows his brow as several more gateways open up, doing his best to prevent most of the shells from hitting the ground*
((Well now you do Never Mind Who I Am. May I ask, are you going to stay laying siege on Blogland any time soon?))
*finishes drawing the sigils*
*they form a circle around the burning forest*
*taps the sigil at her feet*
*a giant blue dome spreads over the firey areas*
*it'll hold, for now*
*turns her attention to the machines firing at them*
((That depends on how things go.))
*the person glares at the blue dome* *what form of energy is that . . . ?*
*she decides to only attack four pocket dimensions* *she's made enough of a statement, anyway*
*she stares at the forest and the blue dome, thinking*
*runs in to help*
What can I do!?
*wonders how to stop the,machines*
Sir, can you put them somewhere else where they won't harm anything?
Hey Dugglyn!
Well.
They won't harm anything that doesn't deserve to be harmed, Ms. Tempest.
*turns to Silente*
Hi, how are we going to stop this?
Hmmm...
I might check in at random points for the rest of the day, but I doubt you'll here from me again.
*Disappears*
*turns to sir*
Rephrase: can you put them in the same place you out the yhngts?
I have no idea Dugglyn. Can you work on putting out the fires? Somehow..
*Nods*
Of course.
*the portal inside the aeroplane opens, and another aeroplane flies out, starting to slowly head towards the forest*
*maybe one or two people in a pocket dimensions don't matter much, but those one or two influence and add up and before you know it, they're a formidable force* *she needs to have the upper hand here*
*sees the second plane*
Oh no you don't.
*stars throwing rocks at it*
*aiming to break of its wings*
Hmm... what if we found the Peron in charge of this?
If we could stop them.....
If we could /find/ them....!
I don't know how I could help, but I will see what I can do!
*thinks to herself*
*still a little new to Blogland*
Isn't there a lake around here?
*the small plane is tougher than it looks* *one of its wings is bent slightly, but its course continues, undeterred*
@sir will you put them in the same place as the yhngts?
Yeah in the forest dugglyn. A couple miles or so away.
*keeps throwing rocks at the plane*
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