Poor Aby and Cory and everyone over at the Skulduggery Facebook page. They've been hit with a barrage of questions about the Requiem Ball and they've been so great about it, but I finally felt sorry for them and decided to clear up a few things here.
Let's see now, what kind of questions have they had to deal with...?
"Why is the Requiem Ball in London? Derek's from Ireland. The books are set in Ireland. HELLO??"
This is absolutely true. However, in Ireland we have the Theatre of Shadows. In London we have the Requiem Ball. That's just the way it is.
"The Facebook page has a competition to send them a picture of the mask we'd wear to the Ball! Do we have to make it or just design it?"
Either. If you win tickets you'll need to be wearing a mask — one you make or one you buy, it doesn't matter — but for the competition you just have to design it yourself. And the mask can be as simple or as ornate as you like — as practical or as bizarre. It can cover your whole face or part of your face. You can buy a mask and alter it. It's up to you. You don't even have to be artistic — you just need to be passionate. The deadline is August 10th and there's only one entry per person.
"How many tickets do we get if we win?"
Everyone who wins gets two tickets — but those under the age of 18 can get an extra ticket for a parent/guardian.
"I can't make it to London for the Ball! But can I enter anyway, just for the Event Pack?"
Yup. There'll be lots of you in this particular boat — not only in Ireland and the UK but also all around the world — so don't be afraid to enter.
"It's not fair that all the events are always in Ireland and the UK."
Actually, it's pretty fair when you think about it. Harper Collins UK publish me in Ireland and the UK, so naturally they can only organise events for their own territories. They've been wonderful, actually, in doing their best to include as many people as possible. I hate leaving anyone out, I'd love every competition to be open to everyone and for every country to have cool stuff happening, but that's up to the many publishers who release my books across the world — and there are close to 40 of them.
"How many individual tickets are there?"
Approximately 120.
"Would we have to make our own way there?"
Yep!
"Is there any age limit?"
No upper age limit, but anyone under 18 would need a parent or guardian to accompany them.
There will be other opportunities to win tickets — the Facebook mask competition is merely the first — and it's a pretty cool one.
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I never intended to die, Alastair. You tried to kill me, and yes, it was sucessful, but I did not come to die.
Zanida: *is in the room, now herself, orginally thought to be a Loki copy* Seriously, we didn't come to die. We know if you kill us, we would be brought back to Asgard.
*his voice takes on a growl-like quality* Then what the Hell are you here for?
*his other stays with Adra in Aretha's house, pulling her close* You're alright, love. Just breathe...
Zanida: To kill you.
Shut up, sister. That was what I wanted.
Zanida: Good. *summons ice shard and sends it at Alastair's throat*
Adra, you said to add more depth. How do you like it?
*sends fire to melt it, and throws energy outwards at the two of them in waves* How utterly senseless could the two of you possibly be?
*Her breathing is more laboured, and she clutches tightly to his shoulders, as if he's her own anchor* P-Please, Alastair, don't get hurt...
*vanishes*
Zanida: *gets sent against a wall* Then let Loki just...control....you!
*reappears* Calm down. Alastair is too afraid to actually hurt you. He'll just hit you, he could never really do real damage.
*kisses her forehead, holding her gently closer* I'll try not to...
(Adra? Does this mean you are unimpressed?)
(You said to add depth and to give your character a fair representation. I tried.)
(*leaves dejectedly*)
(*leaves dejectedly*)
Vivanus, I simply made a suggestion. You may do with it what you please, I'm not your mother.
-
*Adra exhales slowly, hiding her head*
(I just wanted to know if you thought it was up to your standards.)
*slowly breaks into a grin, letting it build into mad laughter* There was a time when I would've left Zamida out of this. But if I have anything to do with it, the two of you will rue the day you came into existence. *pulls a small bone out of his finger, tossing it into the center of the room* *it explodes before it hits the ground* *dematerializes to avoid the impact* What could the two of you possibly even want from me?
-
*strokes his fingers over her jaw, lifting her face to meet her eyes* I love you, and I won't let them find you, alright?
*Zanida
I'm guessing you want me to leave, judging by the fact that eresofar you have avoided conversations with me of any great length.
*grabs Zan, feeling a flame, but not being burnt, thanks to Zanida's own flame* To use you. You're stubborn. Just leave my sister out of this. She's under my orders to do this, believe me, she doesn't want to fight.
Vivanus, right now, I want you to stop assuming things, like that I want you to leave.
Jesus Christ, I'm... I'm not that type of person to try to make someone leave.
*Adra nods* Okay, love..
Finally got to read Hunter's suicide story...
Don't know whether to be Happy or Sad
(°_°)
((Adra's actually a really nice person, Viv. -Zaf
I guessed, not assumed. I was making an educated guess based on previous experience.
1) You've never taken the time to talk to me.
2) You have never built off of anything I've said in a roleplay.
3) Your character hardly needs mine for help.
4) It sounds as if I annoy you
So...
I'm guessing you want me to leave.
I...Viv....
Please, stop..
((You can be nice and still not want someone around. I just don't want her to feel that I am hindering, obstructing or just delaying her RP. I'm not mad at her, I'm not annoyed. I'm just wondering if she wants me to leave))
((Hey Elleni. I've just been ghosting. I think Hunter's dead in Blogland. And I think this might be a bad time...))
((Knowing Adra, that never is her intention. Her character is pretty crazy from what I can see. I doubt AdraTC can make sense of much. Adra herself isn't going to tell you or want you to leave, believe me. She'd never make anyone leave, not after...well not after a few months of events.-Zaf
((Vivanus, she has no wish for you to leave, especially not on her account. She merely finds it difficult to bring herself to interact with many people here, because of how she's felt here in the past. But, please do say- your leaving would only upset her.
Adra, please correct me if I'm mistaken in anything I've just said.
Well, I'm leaving anyways.
((Vivanus, don't leave!))
No, just...
No, you won't need to go. I... I'm going now.
*Leaves*
((I second what Alastair said.-Zaf
((Hello everyone, by the way!))
((Adra...don't leave!))
((*hugs Adra* Come back when you're ready. I'll still interact with you.-Zaf))
Adra! Viv! Please, don't go...
And hi, Alastair, Zaf, Amethyst, Elleni, anybody else I missed...
((Hello Emerald! Haven't talked to you in so long!))
((Hi Em, hi, Ameythyst-Zaf
If you wanted to use me, why come here claiming you wanted to kill me? And, furthermore, why guarantee me as an enemy by harming Adra? *enters Zanida's mind, seeking out the connection to Loki he'd found before, and attempting to sever it*
-
*pulls her into a hug, kissing her hair* *is more relaxed now that he knows where Loki is, and can still feel Adra breathing steadily, her heart beating it's distinctive pulse*
((Did both of them leave? :())
To rephrase the first line of my comment:
If you're leaving because if each other, please don't. But of you're leaving because of something going on outside the blog (like food) then I understand.
But guys... :(
Hi, Amethyst! Can I call you Amy?
And hi, Elleni and Zaf!
((Sure! I think it might be okay for me to stop talking in double parentheses...Is it?))
@Elleni: I think Viv thought Adra wanted him to leave (but she didn't) and he left, then she left.
If that was rhetorical, then oh. Um. :P
*looks at Alastair, and laughs* You cannot break her link to me. You would not be familiar with how it works.
Zanida: He's in my head?!
((Their link is something Zanida's son Jabari made, it basically isn't a link a Sensitive made. Jabari is god of the dead, Loki and Zanida had to die at the exact moment and be brought back the exact moment. Due to this, they have a link that cannot be severed. They can sense when the other is near, or what realm they're on, they can sense each other's feelings too. They know if the other dies, and if the other is hurt. Aro strengthened it so that Loki has control over his sister, she can eventually learn resistance, but this is a new thing so she does not have it yet.-Zaf))
@Amy: unless you're rping, I don't think you have to talk in brackets/parentheses...
Oh...Okay. Sometimes I feel as if I am interrupting something so I do that...Yeah...
((Tis fine, even if I'm not rping I tend to because I'm talking as myself.-Zaf
Same here. :)
Which is why I'm now confused as to whether I should or shouldn't.
*facepalm*
Thanks, Zaf! :)
((Yup! I have a very angry Zanida arguing in my head.-Zaf
((Would I be able, then, to reverse what Aro did, or to strengthen Zanida's end of it?))
*begins to analyse as much of their link as he can* *meanwhile, lunges towards Loki, one hand outstretched to catch his shoulder*
((You can mess around with what Aro did, yes. Zanida would need help to strengthen her resistance to Loki anyway. -Zaf))
*vanishes and appears several feet away* Try again.
Zanida: *sends a stream of fire at Alastair*
*dematerializes to move past the fire, sending a bolt of electricity at Loki just after* *picks up on the parts of their link that he can understand and manipulate, attempting to decrease Loki's control while increasing Zanida's* Neither of you answered my questions. I expect you to.
I had to leave, it wasn't Adra's fault. I had to go shower.
Hey Vivanus.
I'll bbl El.
777.
7+7+7=21
2+1=3
7x7x7=343
3+4+3=10
10+3=13
1+3=4
3 and 4 are the first two digits of 7 cubed, or 7x7x7.
Sorry, I like numbers. The above thing made no sense but whatever. :)
Msd, battery low.
...that made no sense...
*gets thrown to the ground by the bolt* I wanted Adra to persuade you, but she was so weak...as for making you an enemy, Zanida wanted that.
Zanida: No, I did not. I never inteneded to make Alastair an enemy, I told you from the start he's not an enemy we want.
Bbl might be be back later?
@Amy: See? XD
And hi Viv!
Battery... D:
Bye, people-and-other-beings!
*disappears*
It was weird because I looked at your number thing and I was trying to see where you were going and I thought it was the first number of the answer and the next problem were the same and all and then I started getting confused and then in the end you said it was all random so...
...ugh...timing sucks sometimes...universe hates me.
Bye Emerald.
Chaining her to a wall in isolation was hardly going to persuade me of anything except to shred you both. A fine with even mild intelligence ought to have known that. And that still doesn't explain why you've openly tried to kill me several times now. *sends another at him, moving quickly to try to grab him again*
I have to go now. I shall see if I can return soon.
*rolls away from the bolt, getting to feet* Kill me then, death will be kind to me.
Zanida: We only tried to kill you because you're a threat. They say you can hear me, Alastair. If you can hear me, he'll react to me being hurt. Do what you need to me, his death will not bother him.
Your goal can't be to kill me and control me. All your efforts to take over will only ever be haplessly useless, because it seems it would kill you to think or to not contradict yourself. *tosses a knife at his neck*
if you have enough self control to say that, why not just drag him off this planet yourself?
*vanishes, and reappears away from the knife*
Zanida: I can't. He's got the sceptre, if I even try he'll mind control me.
*Adra draws onto her arm with a pen, in a symbol, and is sucked into a deep sleep*
((Hello everyone! I'm back.))
Hello Elleni! How are you?
So you tell me to kill you, and then run away from the knife? *tosses another knife, it's blade covered in sigils, at the floor* *the ground will start to split open at haphazard angles* *sends shadows shooting out of them*
-
*inspects the symbol carefully* ...Love? *checks to make sure that she's breathing normally*
*vanishes and grabs Zan and appears outside of where Alastair is* Sick.
Zanida: He is, but you were right.
*his eyes go black as he searches the area for their names*
*they stand litterally just outside the room*
Zanida: Loki...
I know. *wraps arms around* We'll be back home shortly. Your side, does it hurt?
Zanida: No, the ice and bandages held.
Good, I believe the coward will not touch you.
*then he'd hear them, so nevermind the names, I suppose* *sends a gust of wind forcefully at the wall between them, tearing it apart* *grabs hold of Zanida's soul and pulls slightly, threatening to rip it away* at least do me the courtesy of not running away. *smirks maliciously* And to think you call me a coward.
*She's in darkness, in immense pain* *Sweats on the outside, breathing heavily* *The seal will keep her in pain until it is cut in half*
Zanida: *lets out a shriek, feeling her own soul being tugged at*
You are, Alastair. I did not run, I avoided falling to my death. *keeps a protective hold on Zanida* What did you do to her? She very rarely screams.
Oh, I'm merely playing with her soul, just as I did yours. And you said a moment ago that you wanted death.
-
*begins to panic, tensing up* *tries to heal her, and to enter her mind to soothe her, frantically recalling all he knows about symbols to make sense of this one*
*Being blind, she had made a mistake in the drawing- it had meant to be one to help her sleep, but had instead locked her into a Hell inside her mind*
I know, and you seemed to be too stupid to do anything. Leave her soul alone, we all know Thor would kill if she was hurt.
Zanida: My...soul? I really didn't know anyone could tug at it.
You think I care about a word you say anymore? Do you really imagine I would spare your lives for anything? I want you in agony, Loki, so you'll either let me chain you to a wall and give you Hell, or I'll kill your sister in front if you.
-
*it takes him a moment to realize the error, and he slices lightly through it, internally pleading that she'll wake*
*Breathes out slowly, the pain receding*
*She doesn't know if she's conscious or not- her world remains dark* *Shudders, then begins to weep*
*looks at Zanida, then Alastair* I like living, I'll take the chain me to a wall option.
Zanida: Loki, don't!
Ello? Anybody here?
I am!
Fabi, no? Wha?
Hi Amy!!!!
How be's yous??!?!
How be's yous eyes?!?!
Same goes for you too Fabi, if you're here....
Or if you're not! I don't care!
I'm fine! My eyes are fine! :D
What about you? What about your eyes?
Amy did you know I was Youth Like Diamonds in the Sun?
I be's goods and me eyes be's drowning in refried beans and slowly melting but overall good, thanks!
I'm back Elleni.
Quick question for you want to be neighbors here right now I have no idea what you doing today and tomorrow night for me to go to bed now I don't know what my friends and house is not a big fan of the world and slowly melting but overall good morning to you!!!!!!
I knew after I read back...you were good though. So, no, I did't really know. :) Good job.
Hey Vivanus. Welcome back.
Hey Viv!
How be's yous?!?!
How be's yous eyes?!?
I think Elleni might be on soon...
I asked her to come on.
...I'm good night now...but WHATEVER! :D
Thanks! I even called my mom mum it seemed different. I don't normally call her that.
Gtg, I'll be back in about 10 or 15 minutes.
Okay...I'll wait.
Yeah, me too. It's almost 10 pm here.
Actually, I'll come back in 10 or 15 minutes too...
Viv's eyes are bloodshot, red-rimmed, encrusted, blackened, bloody, dirty, and full of tears.
He's not doing very well.
Same time zone. PST?
Why aren't you doing well?
...do you need a hug?
...wait. Lemme return soon...Have to do something.
Viv is trapped in a separate dimension designed to torture him in the worst ways possible. He just killed a perfect respresentation of his girlfriend and he is reverting to his old emotionless killer self.
Oh...you're still trapped...oh... :(
Back!
Poor Viv. D;
Yes Amethyst! Same time zone!
If you don't mind me asking, what state?
Just ignore me if it's too personal.
CA, you?
WA
;_; I can't find anyone in CA...
Willow Von Stratton is Californian. Haven't seen her in ages, though...
Oh...
Hello Fabi! How are you?
I'm not. You?
So my dad has a friend from since he was five and his friend has two kids who are about my brother and I's age and we're all really good friend but so anyways my dad's friend is a photographer and today we (my brother, his kids, a couple other friends, and I) did a photo shoot (and before the question even crosses your mind, I live a normal life, I am not a model, we were all normal (as in our lives) people.) And it was really fun because it was a 'Beat the heat' theme so we were getting wet and going down slipping slides and having squirt gun and water balloon fights and we were getting paid! It was so fun! They have a good hill in their backyard and they had set up a slip in slide that had a small pool at the end the was the connected to another slip in slide with a normal size kiddie pool and then a slightly larger kiddie pool after that! We would then go down on a blowup mat and it was sooooo fun!
Hi Fabi!
How be's yous eyes?!?
...I'm confused.
I know. Sorry. That was confusing. What part are you confused about or are you confused about the whole thing?
Yay! Elleni!
How be's yous?!?
How be's yous eyes?!?!
Hello Elleni. And ya, I meant Fabi...sorry for confusing you Dugglyn.
Ooh! Ok!
I know! Theirs is so depressing!!!
Yours is really good/depressing also!
I mean, a world without Dugglyn!
:P
Ok, I should go. :(
I probably won't be on much tomorrow. I have swim team then piano/harp lessons then a 2.5 hour practice test (for high school) and then a swim meet. Hopefully I'll have time in between the swim meet and the test.
Hunter though.
EZTER D':
Good luck, Dugglyn.
Bye Dugglyn.
I should go sleep now. Bye!
Good night!
Bye Amethyst...
Yeah. People do that.
I'll see what I can do...
*reads Vivs rp*
*takes in a deep shuddering breath*
*hugs SilenteTC because omg she's hurting now*
*let's Silente type*
*Takes shuddering breath after shuddering breath, head whirling and vision blurring*
*gasps for air like a drowning person as wave after wave of pain and loss crash down on her*
*curls up tight against the waves, hoping to fend them off, to no avail*
*heart feels like its empty, its been hollowed out*
*hands shaking*
...
Some random stranger in a shop saw to cuts on my arm and instantly went into a lecture about how I shouldn't self harm. After they finished I had to calmly (or not so calmly oops) say that my cat scratched me last night while I was brushing her and not to jump to conclusions about complete strangers just because of a stereotype.
That really pissed me off. I mean, just because the rest of teenage society is depressed and cutting, you shouldn't just assume thats what someone else is doing. My friend had the same problem. Her dog scratched her one time, and unstead of asking her about it like I did, one of my friends told the grade coordinator that she was cutting, thus earning said injured friend a lecture.
For godsakes, we are not idiots. We're not going to do something as idiotic as cut ourselves open.
That being said though, I'm there for anybody who does cut. I just get soooo annoyed when people jump to conclusions.
Needed to vent. Still do. ASFGSGFSHTDHTDSGRNTDYJDHTDHTSRHSRHS
I swear to god, people who just assume things about you from the way you look or the things you do just drive me insane
-.-'
I was once trying on those cat-ear headbands and someone assumed that I was a furry and told me I was disgusting and weird and that I would never be a cat
GREETINGS!
And MSD
No?
Okey
I gtg anyways :(
BAI!
JUBI!!!! :D
Bye! :(
Well, I guess a promise to a sister is a promise to a sister. I'm still breathing, so is she.
She came on, and so shall I.
*Cuddles Em*
But I will be going for the night.
Also, it's nice to see you again Eve. I knew when you mentioned that damned purple banana that it was you. I missed you man.
You ROCK!
See what I did there? ;)
Death!!!! *sends you hugs* It's great to see you too, I was so glad when Star told me you were still coming around here. :D
(FINALLY CAN GET SILENTE OUT OF MY HEAD! She's been reliving this moment on repeat all day and I nearly cried too many times!)
*Sit by the stream, scrubbing her hands, her arm, just as she has been doing for the last 4 hours*
*The blood why isnt it washing off the blood the blood the blood his face oh god his face the blood under my nails the blood it won't wash off blood his face the blood one mistake one error the blood I didn't mean it I didn't I didn't the blood everywhere pain his face I'm sorry blood go away go away go away!
*stares at her immaculate, clean hands seeing them soaked red*
*The blood why won't it leave the blood the blood the blood the blood
*looks at her reflection, her soft, tear streaked face, and a feral monster with demons eyes stares back*
*No no no the blood his face I'm sorry I'm sorry one mistake i'm sorry his cries one wrong turn self defense it was self defence but then it had left black smoke left him his cries his question why why why blood everywhere blood sorry his eyes fading sorry the blood pooling mistake fading mistake going mistake gone no don't go*
*Lady Macbeth moment*
*My fault my fault oh sorry sorry sorry my fault broken my fault gone my fault*
*hurls away the cloth wrapped rock she had been using to scrub with a screech, crouching and covering her head with trembling hands*
I'm sorry i'm sorry I'm sorry please no no no I'M SORRY!
*falls to the ground and paws at the earth, ripping it up, trying to lessen the pain by sharing it*
I'm sorry
*trembles and cries, tears soaking her cheeks again*
*crawls forwards*
*towards it*
*towards him*
*towards Viv*
Silente!
*hugs both Silente TC and Silente um... whatever you call her*
This hurts man! D;
*hasn't failed to notice that Silente's using my thought-writing techniques :P*
(SilenteTC and you can call me Silente or Jai)
*lays next to the body*
*avoiding looking at the deep gouged across his cheek and the slash across his chest*
*I'm sorry Viv I'm sorry it was an accident you attacked me I didnt want to hurt you hurt you hurt you I hurt you sorry I didn't mean to no no no sorry I didn't want to I'm sorry I'm sorry
*curls her fists into his clothes, needing something solid in hopes of fading the pain*
*sobs rip free of her chest and she can hardly breath
*Who cares if I can breath Viv Viv Viv breathing please Viv breathe don't be gone don't be gone don't be gone come back please I need you Viv please*
:(
This is sad, actually . . .
:(
I'm crying now . . .
(Hello.)
*gasps, gulping down air*
*No! Not without him! Please Viv wake up please not dead not dead not dead not dead Viv please don't be gone don't be gone DON'T BE GONE*
*whimpers and buries her head into Vivs jacket, inhailing the smell of him, his presence*
*Viv wake up please I can't do this without you not alone please come back wake up Viv I need you I'm sorry please please please come back*
Why the sad
!?(･_･;?
@Eve: Bc roleplay?
. . .
I said 'bc'. O_O
I don't say 'bc' . . .
O_O
The Dark Shadow: *shadows swirl in its fist, and aims its hand at the sky - a beam of shadows erupts from its hand, which darken the skies and cause a shadow vortex above Blogland*
Powerrrrrrrr...
*the Midnight Hotel pops out of the ground*
*I am slumped at the desk*
*holding my head and groaning*
*a very very bad hangover from last night's drinking spree with Trip*
*TIIIIIIIIIMEEEEEEEE WAAAAAARPPPPPPPP*
*lays curled in Vivs cold lifeless arms*
*she doesn't know how long she's been crying for*
*she doesn't care either*
*a cold investing heart lay cracked apart inside her*
*she gives up*
*she doesn't care*
*its over*
*let the remants find her*
*let them kill her*
*the pain they might give could never amount to that of what she already feels*
*her eyes are red rimmed and raw but still the water streams from them*
Oh, Silente . . . ;(
Hey Annika. :)
(LETS DO
THE TIME WARP
AGAIN)
(Star!
*big hug*
I haven't seen you in forever! I've missed you considerably!
Did you know I got a Twitter?
*waves hand*
Bah! Never mind. Come visit me in my hotel! I've missed you!)
(**unbeating)
'(I'm going to stop there for now. I need to clear my head before I can type again. And right now its full of Silentes tears. She's low. Real low. I don't think she's going to pass this challenge. I think she's going to die alone away from everyone thinking Viv is dead.)
(Silente - The Dark Shadow thinks that James isn't like useful anymore so will probably remove his shadow powers.)
This is really still going on? You lot are pathetic if you cannot finish something that easy.
Oh okay, I thought you meant crying irl
Nm
(nm?)
*something is banging and thumping violently upstairs*
*groans*
*shouts* SILENCE!
*the thumping continues*
*claps hands over ears*
*the noise continues*
*angrily goes to investigate*
The Dark Shadow: *shadows swirl and appears in front of Loki*
And youuuuu... are patheticccc... for getting sentttt thereeeee in the firstttt placeeeee...
*pounds on the door to the Delta room*
*the angry shouting and thumping continues*
*it sounds like the room is being ransacked*
HEY! QUIET!
*the thumping stops*
*then scratching noises*
*someone is scrambling to open the door*
*the door pops open*
*the room has been ransacked*
*Doctor Precocious is breathing heavily, clenching and unclenching her fists in fury*
(@Clara: You have a Twitter?
I don't have a Twitter!
I'm getting left behind! :P
Hi!!! :) I've missed you too! I've really enjoyed seeing your comments around angain. :))
@Silente: :( *hugs*
Oh, dear . . .
So much for overcoming obstacles . . .
(See, Hunter can probably overcome obstacles, but he's not overcoming anything without Ez, which gets us into a bit of a predicament, really, doesn't it? :P)
Wasn't exactly my choice. If you noticed, I got out. The others lack the intelligence to get out. Zanida and I are gods, we saw through your tricks.
@Eve: It was real life crying. But I cry a lot, for anyone who didn't know - *gestures to Blogland, including them in my conversation* - like, seriously, I cry about every other day at least, so yeah. And it wasn't big crying . . . if I was majorly upset, I'd be spamming you with disconnected thoughts, so yeah. :P
The Dark Shadow: Godsssss? You considerrr yourselvesss godssss? Youuuu... disgustttt meee... Youuuu are nothingggg more than cattleeeee...
*and I cry that much because I cry about rather minor things that aren't really that upsetting
*and I get over emotions really quickly anyway
Doctor Precocious: *snarls* I'm done. I'm sick of waiting her like a pathetic little bitch. I'm going to kill him, like I promised I would.
I couldn't care less, just do it QUIETLY!
Precocious: *pushes past* Piss off.
*eyes widen* I beg your pardon.
Precocious: I said piss off. I'm going to the League, and killing that bastard Hassle, no matter what Oscar says.
I will NOT be talked to that way by a guest!
*follows her angrily to the lobby*
Precocious: Then consider me checked out.
*stops*
Excuse me?
Precocious: You heard me.
But . . . you live here. You've lived her since Anton was alive. You've ALWAYS lived here.
Precocious: Not anymore.
*slams the key on the desk*
Here's the key. I'm leaving.
You, are nothing more then a shadow. You tried to hurt Zanida and I, we both overcame it. I am a god you dull creature. You are nothing compared to me, remember that.
Okay xD
I cry a lot too, but..idk, at least if it's you're not seriously upset, then that's okay xD
I'm going to bed now. Would've loved to stay and awkwardly chat with you guys, but I'm afraid that if I stay up too late I'll have my third worrying dream in a row :P
Goodnight Blogland!
((Night Eve!-Zaf))
Precocious: *makes to take her hand off the table*
*hand slams down on it, keeping it there*
Doctor, don't do anything you'll regret.
Precocious: I don't intend to.
Are you drunk?
Precocious: No, Crowley, I'm not drunk. I'm finally sober, for the first time in a while, and I can clearly see what has to be done.
Oh, oh, I'm Crowley now, am I?
*sneers* Well then, Precocious, I firmly believe that this is an idiotic idea.
Precocious: Oh really?
Yeah. So they've got Hassle. Great. They're keeping him in a cell. Even better! He's out of the way, and you never have to worry about him again. People don't break out of the League.
Precocious: Maybe when Finish was alive, but not now. Security's falling apart over there. He could break out at any moment.
But, but . . . *stammering* But Oscar and Gary have been giving him hell for weeks now! Surely its better to know that he'll live out the rest of his days in intolerable agony. Remember what happened to the Irish Grand Mage?
Precocious: It's not that. I couldn't care less about the state Hassle's in.
Then what IS this about?
Precocious: The state Oscar's in.
The Dark Shadow: Yourrrr livessss... measureableeee... you are no godddddd... a godddd... is notttt a mannnnn with a stickkkkkk and a cubeeeeee... a godddd is a forceeeeee...
Fours, Eve! :(
. . . uh-huh.
*crosses arms*
Precocious: *leans heavily on the desk with both hands*
He's different, Crowl- Clara. He's different, Clara. I barely recognize him, now that he spends every waking moment beating Hassle half to death.
He's a supervillain, Doctor. It's what they do.
Precocious: But . . . I can't even begin to explain it . . . he's not right in the head anymore. The League used to pull heists and try for world domination. Now its putting out hits and conducting shootings. He's not a killer, Clara.
*looks up, pleadingly*
He's not a killer. But he's becoming more like one every day.
. . . uh-huh.
Precocious: The sooner Hassle's dead, the sooner we can put this bloody work behind us and get back to our normal lives.
. . . uh-huh.
Precocious: Is that all you can say?
Say something else. Please.
. . .
*slowly* Doctor . . .
Precocious: *eyes wide and angry*
. . . Doctor, he wouldn't hate Hassle so much if you were not in his life. Your influence is what makes him a killer.
Precocious: *whispers* I know.
And . . . and I think it's time that you bucked up and realized that your normal lives ARE bloody work.
Right, and a puny shadow is a force? Pardon me, but it seems I have you beat. *vanishes*
Back
(With a little black)
SOMEONE ASK ME HOW IVE BEEN.
The Dark Shadow: I... am the embodimenttttt of painnnn and deathhhh and fearrrrr and sufferingggggg... you may play arounddddd with your toyssssss and your schemessssss, but in the endddddd... you are nothinggggg... Your visionnnnn... cloudeddddd by your own... incompetenceeeeee...
Precocious: *bows head*
*beginning to tremble*
I've . . . I've had a lot of problems in my past. I won't deny that. A lot of blood, a lot of death, a lot of drinking, a lot of conflict. But . . . but in the end, I . . .
. . .
*whispers* I can't move past it.
You can.
Precocious: *whispers* I can't.
You don't move past five-hundred years of fighting, no matter how hard you try.
I HAVE to kill Hassle. I have to. I can't stop thinking about him, thinking about every damn breath he takes that keeps him alive. I NEED to kill him. I NEED to. And I want to.
I've never wanted to kill someone like I want to kill him. Not even Oscar.
But it doesn't matter anyway, because when Hassle's dead, before the blood even finishes drying on my hands there'll be another man to kill, and another, and another, and the world will only get darker and bloodier and more and more painful.
I'm becoming a killer, Clara. I can feel it in my heart, in my head, in the twitching of my fingers when I think of how easy it would be to snap Hassle's neck. I'm falling into an abyss, and no matter how much I love him, nothing can prevent me from clinging to Oscar and dragging him down with me.
So don't try to talk me out of this, because it won't work.
I am killing Hassle, and I am checking out of this hotel, and there is nothing you can do to stop me.
*they stand there, for a moment, staring at each other*
. . . You are drunk.
I had a feeling this was going to happen . . . :/
No one asks me?
Ok then, get ready for a long paragraph about how I'm the luckiest/happiest person of this lovely planet.
(If you think you're going to become a killer, you will become a killer.
Self-fulfilling prophecy.
*sighs*
If you believe you're arrogant, you become arrogant. If you believe no one likes you, no one will like you.
Honestly . . .)
@Elemental: Okay.
Firstly, last Friday I was in the end of school play (leaving) and we got to use guns.
Bugsy Malone was the play.
Then I found out about the end of year disco for our year and I was like, I wanna ask my crush.
My friend helped me , long story.
Wednesday came, the disco took place and for 20 mins I did nothing, and then I found out that my crush ..
get ready for this..
Liked me.
We danced, I gave her a gift and I was ecstatic.
Then today.
I got the results for the test we did, and I had gotten the highest levels in the school history.
Nerd? I think not.
And tomorrow I'm going to a roller skating disco with my 'date'.
I love my life.
*steps back, hands in the air*
*allows Precocious to leave the key on the desk*
Fine.
Go ahead.
Do it.
Precocious: . . . Thank you, Clara.
*nods*
*walks to the door*
Doctor . . .
Precocious: *keeps walking*
. . .
When you come crawling back here, broken and bleeding and begging for your home back, don't expect anything from me. Even if you come in here sobbing, carrying Oscar's corpse . . . and you will, one day, I promise you that . . . I won't give you my sympathy.
Precocious: *quietly* I don't want your sympathy.
Good.
Don't forget your things.
Precocious: *stops*
What?
Your things. In your room. Don't forget to pack your things.
Precocious: . . . I don't need them.
They're yours. Keep them. I never had more possessions than could fit in a van, anyway.
All of them?
Precocious: Yes.
Even the magical sequined tuxedo jacket?
Precocious: . . . Yes.
I have no need of a magical sequined tuxedo jacket where I am going.
*leaves the hotel*
*the door swings shut behind her*
*sits behind the desk*
*puts head in hands*
*sighs*
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