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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And I think finding the person would be difficult, seeing as how they're not even in this dimension. However, that's quite a good plan.))
*remembers where the lake is*
*runs over to it and fills up to giant buckets*
*runs back to the fire and pours the water over it*
This will stop it, right?
Who knows Dugglyn.
Of course.
*Promptly opens several more gateways, until it looks like the sky is filled with random, screaming patches of black, into which the strange machines fly*
*Experimental darkness begins to creep out of several of the older gateways, and are quickly shut*
*runs back to the lake to get more water*
It has to help a little! It's fire!
((It will take more water than normal to quench the fire, and the fire is very wide-spread by now.
Really, you should be burning. The whole pavement is lit up.))
Thank you greatly sir.
*the person is looking increasingly annoyed*
*she bites her lip, attempting to plan*
Dugglyn stop just get out, your going to set yourself on fire.
*is stood in the non-burning part of the forest*
Where'd the plane go..
*searches the skies for it*
*the trees block her view*
*climbs a tree to get a better view*
*finally realizes that she is surround by fire*
*puts up a shield*
*looks at her feet*
*they are burnt*
[Liz is curled up in a ball on the ground]
[Smoke rises]
[Heat rises]
[Her skin is dry and pink-ish]
[Her throat is even dryer]
[She would cough if she could]
*the plane carries on towards the forest, one of its wings severely crumpled* *steering is becoming increasingly difficult*
*the person nods, slowly* *she thinks she has a plan of sorts, now*
Dugglyn where did Liz go?
*looks around for Liz as well*
*she keeps losing people*
*shouts out* LIZ! MARCO!
((Hey Dragona, welcome to the burning city. I'd put up a shield to stop yourself melting. Be a dear and find Liz please))
*absently throws rocks at the plane*
*looking for Liz*
*runs to Silente*
Ok, I don't know how I didn't realize my feet were burning.
*pulls out her healing cream and applies it on her feet*
Does anyone else need some?
[The fire-balm is still mostly-working for now, but it was never meant for flames of this caliber]
[A tiny lick of orange reaches toward her shoelace, waiting, waiting]
Oh gosh, Liz!
I have no idea where she is!
*scans the area*
Neither do I. And she isn't replying. I think she's still in the flames.
((Hi Dragona!!))
*looks at the burning area*
Where do we start?
Okay. You find Liz, I'll try down this plane. Last I saw her she was putting those machines into her wallet..
*goes back to throwing rocks*
*already has a shield*
*heads into the flames*
*she can feel the heat but the shield protects her from getting burnt*
*calls out*
LIZ!!!!!!
((Hello, Dragona.))
*the second plane reaches the forest, and it opens a portal*
*more fire-machines come out*
#ChaseForBookNine
[doesn't answer]
[Can't answer]
[Is sort if shielded beneath what was once a swivel chair]
*Sighs, and opens more gateways to absorb the new fire-machines*
God damn it not more machines!
*glares at them*
I am not letting the clearing burn
*slides down the tree*
*shouts to dugglyn*
WATCH YOUR HEAD!
*runs to the clearing and activates a dome them, this one will keep the flames out and protect any houses there*
*goes back to the fire machines*
Not good not good.
*reactivates her own personal shield*
*wonders what is happening*
*runs down the burning streets*
*keeps calling to Liz*
*sees a lump on the ground*
*runs over to it*
Liz?!
((Dragona to put it simply: we're under attack))
Gtg, be back soon!!!!
[Opens her eyes, thinking maybe she hears her name]
[Closes them again]
[It's too bright out there]
[There's so much fire]
((Bye Dugglyn!))
*drops yet more fire-machines*
*she has quite a few*
*becomes invisible*
*gets to the highest spot he can and loads his sniper rifle*
*Opens yet more gateways*
*Begins to shake, slightly, and closes several others*
Sir will you keep dealing with the firebots? I'm going to try find Liz.
*nods*
*make sure her shield is fully activated*
*runs back into the flames*
LIZ! LIZ! MAKE A NOISE! DO SOMETHING!
*looking around for her*
[Realizes she could technically just teleport to a medical bay outside of Blogland]
[She still has her amulet, after all]
[But she's not...
The sort..
Of...
Person...
Who...
Does that...
[More darkness]
*shoots at a fire-machine (*presuming they're the people who should be shot at*)* *its head explodes and it falls*
*this is not productive*
*the person watches the gateways, silently, and then lands her planes, shutting down the cameras*
*this is a tactical temporary retreat*
*this is not over*
((And on that note, I must go. Do not worry. I shall return.))
((The fires will continue to burn unless you get rid of them.))
((Okay then Never Mind Who I Am))
((BYE NMWIA!))
(You may want to read back, Dragona...)
*continues searching around for Liz*
*makes a decision to try everyone's blood from now on*
*then she doesn't have to run around through flames looking for people*
LIZ! LIZ! LIIIIIIIZ! WHERE ARE YOU?!
*sees a chair*
*wonders how the chair isn't dead*
*moves to the chair*
*sees a slumped figure under it*
*grins*
*realises she'll have to deactivate the shield to pick Liz up*
*ah*
*there's a problem*
[Her lips move, trying to form words, but no sound comes out]
[Her eyes don't open, and it's unclear if she's aware of Silente's presence]
[But she's alive, barely]
*picks off another fire-machine*
*curses*
*unscrews the cap of her drink*
*chugs the remaining blood*
*takes a deep breath*
*moving as a blur deactivates the shield* *and grabs Liz, throwing her over my shoulder* *begins cursing and swearing at the fire that is now able to burn* *runs as fast as she can through the flames* *swearing all the way*
*reaches the lake and runs straight into it*
*holds Liz's head above the water as the flames go out*
I am back!
*walks over to the lake*
Is Liz ok?
I have some healing cream if you need!
((Wb Dugglyn!))
*opens her eyes and looks at Dugglyn*
I think she's unconscious
[Is half-aware of what's going on and does her best to shield Silente as they run]
[Her thinking is yeah, she's already more injured and stuff, but she's also got that last bit of fire-balm]
[It washes off in the lake]
[She doesn't have the energy to tread water or anything, even stand on her own, but her eyes open]
Oh my, I have to go again!
Be back later!
(You can have the healing cream!)
*As Silente runs, Liz isn't running, she's just sort of draped over Silente's shoulder
*looks at Liz*
Good morning.
*lays her on the shore*
*goes red*
Er..you may need to remove some clothing..
*holds the healing cream*
But not yet.
*starts putting the healing cream onto Liz's arms and legs*
[She's speaking, but little to no sound will come out]
Yeah, no... I don't think this is a situation for your basic healing cream. It's not like I can or will swallow that stuff.
[She feels around for her wallet, finding it in the pocket of her hoodie, gasping as she has to shift slightly to get at it]
[Pulls a small coin-like thing from the lining and offers the wallet to Silente]
In case you need it.
I'll be back...basically as soon as I can move.
*Hops out of bed*
*Yawns*
*Looks through a window of the treehouse, and out towards the beautifu-*
*Oh wait*
*...*
*Thaaaaat's a lot of burnt land*
*Whistles innocently, and slides back into bed*
((Sorry internet was bugging out))
*takes the wallet*
O-kay...
(Hello, Sam-ish)
[Holds the coin in her palm]
[Looks back at Silente]
Don't reach in there or anything. Just use it if there are more machines.
[She disappears]
Bye then..
*looks at the still burning city*
*sighs and groans*
Do I seriously have to put that out?!
*walks towards it*
*starts drawing sigils around the burning parts*
*nods*
*taps the sigil on her nose*
*steps into the portal that appears*
*is now in her vault*
*the portal in Blogland closes*
*taps her nose*
*a portal opens at the bottom of the ocean*
*holds her breath pushing her lips together*
*steps through*
*starts drawing sigils underwater*
*swims back to the portal*
Changed my character.
I'm a character who I used to write about in my old SP fanfics.
His name is Cabader, obviously. He was a soldier in the second world war but he was shot and killed - but thanks to a Necromancer his soul didn't move on. In fact the Necromancer used parts of an old soul catcher, Cabader's army uniform and the machine gun that had killed him to build him a new body.
So he's a spirit in a body, basically.
He realised that the Necromancer was going to try and use a machine to open a black hole and send the world through it (since the Necromancer was insane). Cabader was his first prototype at making someone who could survive going through the black hole, and the Necromancer planned on doing the same thing to him.
They had a fight, Cabader won - Cabader was built a new body with robotic operated machine guns and blades, and he looks like a motorcyclist.
He was an Elemental before he died but after he came back he had lost all of his powers apart from fire manipulation.
So basically he's an indestructible fire-controlling motorcyclist.
((Oh. He sounds useful. Could her please stop the city and the forest burning?))
*closes the portal to the ocean*
*make a new one to the clearing*
*steps through it*
Right. Okay. Forest and city. Let's drench it.
(*he
And potentially, although it might take a while.)
*raises hands and the fire starts extinguishing in his path*
*whilst he does so, the visor of his helmet glows orange*
((Should I just drench it with salt water then?))
((Dragona?))
There are few characters who I actually like of my own creation.
Cabader is one of them.
So is Lauren Darkness - a woman who is a Necromancer (as you can probably tell by her name). She had her mind magically altered when she was younger - not willingly. She's fine during the day but as soon as it gets to 9:00 she becomes a kind of insanely powerful Necromancer assassin. Her power is so great during the night time she had to have multiple objects to store her power.
Then there's Spongeball Roundpants who is a legendary floating sponge ball - he doesn't do much else.
Then there's the characters from my SP fanfic and that's it. I don't even like Dragona much.
(Sorry, was typing)
You can throw salt water on it but it could make some of the fires worse. Electrical fires and all that.
*ME fanfic, not SP. I like the characters from my Mass Effect story.
((Oh well I don't think any of it is electrical really..))
*walks to the city*
*holds her breath*
*taps one of the sigils that make a border to the town*
*a giant portal opens in the sky and starts pouring out saltwater onto the fire*
*taps the sigil shut after all the flames are out*
*grins*
*Decides that those burns were just a fluke*
*Really, why would the city be on fire?*
*Peers out the window again*
*A enormous flood of water falls out of the sky*
...
*Slowly sinks down, until she ends up sitting below the windowsill*
*clicks fingers and a stream of fire comes out of each of his hands - pushing him up into the air to avoid the water*
*walks back to the clearing*
*specifically to the treehouse*
*walks into the living room*
Hello Sam, nice to see you awake.
*flops onto the couch-bed*
*curl up in a ball*
*speaks into a pillow*
Ho arf yo?
*Blinks*
Uh.
I'm good.
I'm good, everything's.. Fine.
*Awkwardly looks about*
So, uh, notice anything... Strange? In the past few hours?
Lo's. Fire. Bahd. Hurty.
*rolls so her face isn't smooshed in a pillow*
Its a long story. The day stared out so well. I was making you a ho-
*jumps up*
Hey I have a surprise for you! Just give me a minute and I'll take you to it!
*walks into the kitchen and opens the big white fridge*
*grabs a blood bag and bites down on it savegly*
*finished drainging the bag*
*wipes her face clean and walks back*
Okay. Let's go!
*flies around using the fire aimlessly*
((Try not to burn Blogland any more than it already is Dragona! ;P))
*Blinks*
*Looks down*
*She's still in her pajamas*
...
*Well, it's better than going out in a Wonder Woman outfit*
*Maybe*
*She hasn't really got the grasp of what to wear, yet*
Okay! I love surprises!
*Grins, and follows Silente*
*flies to the edge of the atmosphere, and drops*
*heads out into the clearing*
*then across the clearing to a gravel path*
*follows the gravel path*
*to a garden full of flowers*
*and a log cabin*
*smiles and turns to Sam*
Tadaa!
*produces a key and passes it to Sam*
Your own house!
*Follows Silente*
*Winces as they go down the gravel, but sighs happily once they get to the flowers*
...
*Stares at the house*
You...
But... Was this here before?
Nope. I built it this morning. Took a while.
*each wall of the house meets with a tree trunk*
I hope you like it.
*gestures for her to go ahead and open the door*
*Practically floats towards the door*
*Aaaaand fumbles with the lock for several minutes*
*Grumble grumble...*
*Blink*
*Wait*
*Tries the key*
*And the door smoothly swings inwards*
*Turns, grinning proudly*
You built this! In one morning!? How?
*grins back*
I move fast. Very fast. I hope you like the furniture.
It's BEAUTIFUL!
*Wraps Silente up in a tight hug*
Thank you thank you thank you thank you!
(The impressive bit is that it didn't burn.)
((It is a mirical you didn't burn, your welcome for getting you out. I'm a mirical worker!))
*stands awkwardly in the hug*
*laughs*
Your welcome. You needed somewhere. Couldn't have you on my couch forever. Well go on, go inside! Look around!
((A miracle worker who can't spell..))
((Or read sentences correctly *face palms* sorry I read that as the impressive bit is that I didn't burn..))
((None of the clearing did, I set up a blue dome over it protecting it from flames))
*Rushes inside, and runs about the house like a small child*
This is amazing!
(I didn't burn because of the flame-repellent balm stuff.)
(It seems that everyone's immediate reaction was to do something that would prevent them from getting burnt, at least somewhat.)
*walks in after her*
*flipping switches on*
*there are no lightbulb, rather sigils on the ceiling that glow emiting light*
Thank you. I hope you like it.
((That's because you can't help if your ashes.))
WOAH shit went down while I was gone. O_O
*slows himself down with fire and lands in Silente's house*
Yeah that's one way to put it Star. The one day your not on! Are you feeling better?
((Dragona I swear if you burn this house!))
*extinguishes the small patch of fire he made*
At least I didn't hit the ground at supersonic speeds.
*Stares at the sigils*
Whaaat are those...?
Sigils. Very useful. These ones just glow and light up your room. There are loads of types I mean,
*takes a deep breath in*
*the sigils all over her body glow blue casting an aura of blue around her*
I should know.
@Silente: Oh, yes, I am. :)
And - I haven't been on because I was at my friend's . . . I came back a while ago, but I was playing Mario Kart. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
(Well, yeah.)
(I did tell you before. I'm not an idiot. Stubborn, yeah. Overconfident, on occasion. But not an idiot.)
(Hey Star.)
@star ah okay. Well, er, long story short, we may have a feud with someone who we haven't even met. By we I mean the whole of Blogland. Oh and town became a bonfire..
*Blink*
*Blink*
*Blink*
...
Oh.
*Shields her eyes, slightly*
Could you, uh... Turn down the intensity...?
Oh right yeah.
*the sigils on her body stop glowing*
*except for the one on her thigh*
*that one needs to stay on*
*Lowers her hand*
Well, this house is just PERFECT!
Thank you, a billion times!
You're welcome. I hope you like it!
@Silente: I read comments . . . :P
Yeah.
Um.
*blinks, unable to plan anything*
Mbd
*Nods*
I DEFINITELY will.
Okay. Well. Uh..
*stands awkwardly*
Yeah. Good.
*nods*
*Grins*
*watching :)*
((Sam, I'm so glad you have a body!!!!!!! *hugs*))
Anyway I bought some food for you. And stuff.
*shrugs*
You want to have a better look around?
Thank you, Star!
----------------------
*Tilts her head* Stuff?
Yeah. Food, some dilute pop. An entire wardrobe full of clothes half of which is super hero clothing..
Super hero clothing?
*Zooms towards the wardrobe*
*walks calmly after her*
*leans in the doorframe*
You like?
Sorry! D: Computer crashed.
-----------------------------------
*Throws the doors open, and stares at the clothes in*
They're all so...
COLOURFUL!
*grins*
That's what I was going for. They should all fit.
They're AMAZING! Seriously! Thank you, how did you know!?
You said something about superhero's I think. Plus superhero's are awesome. There's lots of them in there as well as some normal clothes..
*Frowns*
Normal clothes?
*Pushes a Flash outfit aside to see what "normal clothes" look like*
Superman is stupid.
And so is Spider-Man.
Yeah like..
*points to a normal stripy T-shirt*
Like that. Normaller.
I kind of dislike DC comics. But then again I really like Batman.
Basically there was a series of Superman and Batman crossovers and DC wanted to get out of it because it got rather repetitive.
So what did they do? They made Superboy punch reality so hard it broke.
And Batman and Superman were separated.
YOU CAN'T PUNCH REALITY SO IT BREAKS. THAT'S STUPID EVEN FOR A SUPERMAN-TYPE COMIC.
*Blink blink*
Oh, okay.
I mean, they just look like more superhero outfits without logos, but... Okay!
Hi!!!
Yeah that's pretty much what they are.
Hey Rhydian! Wanna finish researching?
Not bothered Silly? *shrugs*
If you don't want to...
Huh. So, should I put them on? Since I shouldn't be in PJs all day...?
Yeah sure. I'll go outside. See ya.
*smiles*
*walks out to the clearing*
*sits on a rock*
So what's going on atm then?
Er well Sam's trying on her new clothes, Blogland made an enemy and we still don't know how to save Lena. So basically, shits hit the fan.
New enemy?
Awesome for Sam.
And oh *sad face* poor Lena. ((I think she may die :( ))
So I have a few undedicated pages, and I would like to dedicate one of those now.
Partially to X-Men: Days of Future Past, because I just watched it and it's awesome.
And also because . . .
Okay, I'm going to tell you a bit of what happens in the first few minutes, and it's kind of a synopsis thing and you could probably find out more from the trailer than from this so there's no spoilers, don't worry . . .
It's set in the future. In this world, a battle has been waged against mutants, with people trying to kill them off. Not just mutants, though - people would might have children, grandchildren even, with the mutant gene. Any humans that attempt to help them are likewise killed. Therefore, billions probably (I have no exact figures) die. The world remaining is grey, dark, unfriendly. You're shown humans trooping in lines, these weird collar things on, heads bowed, with a M for Mutant carved over their eyebrows. Then they're killed. You're shown piles of dead bodies. You're shown human skeletons lying on the ground.
It's very grey and gloomy.
What has caused this?
There are these robots that are designed to kill mutants. They adapt to their target. If you're a fire-person, the robot will become an ice-robot and resist you. If you're an ice-person, the robot will become a fire-robot and resist you. You will die.
Who designed these robots?
A man named Trask.
A mutant named Mystique, who could transform into anyone she chose, knew he wanted to make these robots and kill all the mutants, so she tracked him down and killed him in an attempt to stop him.
But the fact he was killed by a mutant meant that the government saw the need for his robots. They captured her and tortured her and, using her transformative DNA, gave the robots the ability to adapt to the mutants' powers.
My point is -
violence just breeds more violence.
If she had convinced the government that mutants were peaceful, that they were good, that they didn't want to kill anyone, then that horrible, doomed future in which mutants and humans die in enormous percentages wouldn't have happened.
You know . . . it strikes me that some people could learn a lot from that.
If someone is horrible to someone, the instinct is to be horrible back.
But that just creates more horribleness and then everyone gets more hurt.
Yes, I am speaking to people here.
So many people, SO. MANY., have said that people have been too horrible for too long and that they deserve to be treated badly.
And where has that philosophy got everyone?
In a lot more hurtness and pain.
I'm sure Zaf'll think I'm speaking solely to her, but - I'm not. I'm speaking to EVERYONE. Zaf, being a part of everyone, is part of the intended audience, but -
pretty much everyone has responded to horribleness with horribleness.
Even me.
And don't think I don't regret it.
This needs to stop.
We are not getting anywhere.
Someone killed someone and someone killed someone else and now we have a war. We have a war, and people are dying, so many people are dying, and none of us ever intended this. We only killed to stop people being killed. But it doesn't work. It never works. It only gets people kill.
If you have two apples, and one gets taken away, then if you take away another one you end up with no apples.
You have to start adding apples before you starve to death.
"Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that."
I dedicate to that concept.
*nods*
Thank you.
Yeah some loony with aeroplanes and firebots. That's what was happen in earlier. As I said, shit, fan.
Yeah. Poor Lena. We can't let her die. There has to be a way to kill him, to call him off, to cancel the deal, /something/
*Several awkward minutes later*
*Walks out of the house, wearing the stripey shirt and jeans*
*Pokes at them*
...
Clothes are weird.
I had an idea. Why don't we just, somehow, send the Horseman to a different dimension? Or somewhere inbetween dimensions? Just out of reach, if you know what I mean?
Hear hear
Awesome ded Starry
That was great, Star! :D
*looks at Sam*
Your shirts back to front.
*looks at Rhydian*
Can't he travel through dimentions?
Days of Future Past is a terrible title.
I also think Wolverine is a horrible character.
BUT I see your point. That's something I've said before. ^^
No he can't...I don't think. Last time, I literally had to open up the dimension for him to cross over, but I don't know if he can or cannot. But if he's in the void between dimensions, then he's done for
But how do we get him in a void? The only time I've heard of that is with the ancients. A diffrent dimention, sure send me back to dinosaur times and I can sort that but unless we have a shunter or something.,
*Blinks*
*Looks down*
Ohhh. That explains why that itchy tag keeps digging in...
*Turns about, and awkwardly begins the long process of turning the around*
Don't tell me it's awesome.
Don't reply me with compliments.
Repay me by listening, becoming as good as I know you can be, and ENDING THIS.
(Thanks though. :) *hugs*)
@Dragona: I agree about the title. It doesn't really say anything, does it? Just "This is going to be a film about time travel."
Yeahhhh . . . I got that part already. :P
And - thanks. :)
Hunter can travel through time. He kind of draws the line at dimensions, though.
Alastair can travel through dimensions.
But he won't help.
Uh. :P
Er...I actually don't know Sil. But it's better than trying to find a way to kill someone who can't be killed by any means at our disposal
*repay
Yeah I suppose so. Does that mean more research? Oh can I break into places, steal the info then give it to you to read? Thats much more fun for me!
Star, it makes it clear what the film is about - well, a little bit. It also makes no sense.
I once read a poem in English which referred to the future in the past tense and I thought it was very effective - it seems that the new X-Men film tried to do something similar but imo it just didn't work.
Also it's too long.
Yeah sure Silente...
(Btw, if an indestructible fire-controlling motorcyclist could come in handy I'm willing to RP)
Okay. Good. Now, where do we /get/ the actual information me need..that's the tricky part..
I actually dunno Sil.
@Dragona: Yeah . . . I spent quite a while trying to make "Days of Future Past" make sense in my head. :P
"Mortal Coil." That's an ace title. :)
*awkward silence runs through Blogland*
*Finishes getting the top semi-straight*
*Turns around*
*Awkward silence*
Well, it'll have to be somewhere that specialises in either the ancients it dimentions or both. Hmmm..
*chews on her lip*
*thinking*
..nope...Nooo....Nada....er...shah.....
*sighs*
I got nothing. You?
I don't know either...Hmmmm. I have an idea of who might know...But I refuse to ask them. It's someone who we all know as Remi
Star: Yes. I think a title should be a maximum of three words. Or at least it should have two separate parts if it's a sequel.
But X-Men has, "X-Men: Days of Future Past" which is just TOO long.
Darkness.
Infinity.
Revelation.
Ascension.
Revenge.
Retribution.
Vengeance.
Betrayal.
Things which I have in my bank of possible story titles.
*makes a face of dicust*
We can't contact Remi anyway. He and the horseman are getting some quality time. The only way to see him would be to make a deal with the horseman, and that's the last thing we need...although we also need that information...
*glares at a tree*
Decisions decisions..
@Dragona: Some long titles are cool. But I take your point. :)
Star: It just doesn't seem to have a ring to it.
The Horseman, he'd have gotten bored by now. I was gone for about an hour or so here?: But there, it was a year. It's been over a day here, so think about all of the years the Horseman's had to torture him. He's probably thrown him away somewhere...Let's hope he threw him in this country
@Dragona: *nods*
Titles tend to kind of have to -
never mind, you said it. :P
((Alastair is so awesome. :)))
Threw him away? That's not very safe. That means he's probably possessed someone again. And finding a possessed person in a crowd of normal people is like finding a needle in a haystack without using fire.
Yeah, but aren't you forgetting something? I was the only person, that Remi was bound to. So if there's away that we could somehow create a psychic link, then we could find him/her
Physic link? I suppose that could work..do you know any physics? Or sensetives?
GOSH DARN IT NOT AGAIN!
*the Midnight Hotel quietly swaggers up from the ground*
*the front doors open, revealing me, sitting behind the desk, as usual*
*I'm slumped over the desk, staring dazedly off into the distance, muttering something about watching the new X-Men movie and now being unable to think about anything but Michael Fassbender*
Er....Well no. But that's the best we've got
Hey Clara! Quick question - Are you a Sensitive, or do you know one?
One of my characters was a Sensitive, but he is now dead.
I apologize, by the way, but my internet connection is slow and I will therefore be distant.
Okie dokie Clara. Oh right, is there a way to un-kill him?
Not really. His body was mutilated and dumped in a river, thus sweeping it out to sea. Plus it would be mostly rotted by now.
Oh, hello, Clara!
Nice...Never mind then, thankies anyway
*shrieks*
It's Sam Ish!
Fine. I dedicate this page to music.
Music means different things to different people.
To some its just noise or a beat to dance to.
To some its a way of life. A pact. Something to worship,
To some its lyrics and stories, and each song has a meaning if you look deep enough.
We each like a different style of music, although trying to fit songs into genres is ridiculous. Each music is its own. To quote Star "bands cannot be defined into one genre because they are unique to themselves and nothing like them has existed before." But still, we all li diffremt styles of ,music. I've lost track of what I was saying now so I'm just going to stop dedicated before it goes anymore wrong but yes I dedicate to music.
@Clara: Can I give you a nickname? if so, may I call you Clarence? (I'm giving everybody weird nicknames, so don't worry, you're not alone)
((Hey Clara!))
Well I know Manuel is a sensitive but I don't think this is his forte..
My good Rhydian, I have both been referred to as Clarence and referred to others as Clarence for 32% of my life. I am quite alright with this.
Hi! Silente got me a body!
Silente gets everyone bodies. She keeps them in a walk-in freezer in her basement.
Clara am I allowed in yet or will I get thrown out again if I try?
@Clarence: Thankies! (Just making sure, coz I don't want to give anybody a nickname they don't like, because that's like bullying so yeah :P)
Oh.
Wait, but she has a tree house.
I do not! I keep blood bags in a fridge but I do not keep bodies in a freezer! Well not anymore..
Gtg now. I'll be back tomorrow.
BYE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Bye Rhydian!
It's a magic basement, Sam Ish. I built it for her, way back when.
And, Silente, are you going to be killing any of my guests, may I ask?
G'bye, Rhydian!
Aaaalright.
Do lots of people have magic basements?
Probably not. I said in, I didn't say upstairs. I know the hotel won't let me upstairs. I have to either work for that privelage or work hard to get up the stairs without permission, I just plain mean inside the lobby.
No. Only weirdos.
@Annika: I JUST RANTED ABOUT THAT MOVIE.
I would love to rant further, really, and go on about rivers and hurricanes and The Final Empire and how you should never give up hope, but - yeah. :P
@Silente: *hugs*
Great ded. :)
And - thank you for quoting me. :) :) :)
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