I have just seen Tom Percival's rough version of what the paperback cover for The Dying of the Light ... and all I can say is WOW.
This cover needs to be a poster. You'll be seeing it yourself in a matters of weeks, and then you can join me in demanding more posters. MORE!
Before the paperback of TDOTL comes out, of course, there'll be the paperback edition of Armageddon Outta Here. We'll be using a slightly altered version of the hardback cover for this because I didn't want anyone out there picking it up thinking it's one of the main books — I want it to be as obvious as possible that it's a collection of stories. There ARE going to be three new stories in it, though, about which I'll go into more detail closer to publication.
The Skulduggery series is, of course, now over, and I'm working on this mysterious new trilogy of mine. I had a third of it written by the time TDOTL was released, and then I went on a tour that took me to the other side of the world, and writing stopped.
When I got back, I had to write those three new short stories for AOH — so writing of the new series was postponed.
Then I needed a break. I just needed one or two weeks to just stop working and relax. So no writing got done.
Then it was December, and I sat down to write the remaining two thirds of the book. And I sat. And I sat. And nothing was happening. My absolute deadline for getting the first book finished was the end of January, and I had a LOT to do. But nothing was happening.
The writing had stalled.
This, as you can imagine, was not good. This was ever-so-slightly worrying. It had happened before, of course. It had happened with The Faceless Ones and again with Kingdom of the Wicked. Writer's block? Maybe. If such a thing exists, then I probably had it.
December carried on. I spoke to my agent and my editor just before the Christmas break, because the title I had been planning on using (or something similar) had been used by someone else a year earlier. We'd been having discussions about what it was going to be called now. None of my ideas were hitting in the way I needed.
But then, right before the Christmas break, the title came to me. No, I'm not going to tell you what it is — not yet. But it came to me and my eyes widened, and I sent off an email. A short email. Two words long. My title. My agent and my editor got back to me immediately — perfect.
We got on the phone, discussed it, said merry Christmas, and hung up.
Happy once again, I sat down at my desk and began to WRITE.
Except I didn't.
The book was still stalled.
The day before Christmas Eve I was sitting at my computer, staring at the screen. I remembered how I had been blocked when writing The Faceless Ones and Kingdom of the Wicked. When I was writing TFO, I was in the process of buying a house and I was about to move in. Something like this is incredibly distracting, and probably accounted for my inability to write. I broke through that block one day (on New Year's Eve, 2008) simply because enough time had passed. I didn't question it, I just wrote. When I was writing KOTW, I got halfway through and things slowed down. I wasn't blocked, exactly, but I wasn't inspired. There was something missing. I looked at the title — Kingdom of the Wicked — and I asked myself what does this title say to me?
For some reason, it said 'alternate dimension'.
That's what was missing. Immediately I was writing about shunting and Mevolent and a world ruled by sorcerers, and slotting all that into what I'd already written about Argeddion and Kitana.
So, two days before Christmas, I looked at this title I'd just come up with, and I asked myself what does this title say to me?
And it told me. And suddenly everything changed.
The core idea is still the same — it's still about a 16 year old girl who is being chased across America by demons — but it has grown. It has expanded. It has evolved.
So I scrapped what I'd written. I managed to salvage maybe half of it, but that meant I was now even worse off than I had been. The thing is, though, I was now inspired. This was FUN again.
My deadline is still the end of this month. In the last week, I have written enough to that I have once again got a third of it written. I calculate that I will need to write twice as much as I usually do per day to get it done in time. Yesterday was my first attempt to do this. I wrote EXACTLY twice as much as I usually do. Yesterday was a good day. Today is going to be a good day too.
It has to be.
Friday, January 9, 2015
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«Oldest ‹Older 2201 – 2400 of 4833 Newer› Newest»You couldn't be more right. The question is simply what we are going to have you do. Hello, Tanya.
(...or you could ignore my question...that works too...)
Never get anything done?
I was walking that way. It's none of your business.
Oh great. It's that tree behind him, isn't it? That complicates things. A lot. I should have just stayed in my bunker
*a second Alastair steps out of the first, and teleports outside Trip's bar* This seems like an important meeting to listen in on.
(Which side?)
Is the fact that it's not my business meant to deter me from trying to find out? As I told you before, you are potentially interesting, so I intend to find out what you're doing and why.
Unfortunately, Mr. Cruciatus, this is what you may call a private meeting. Unless you wish to submit to me willingly or not I suggest you leave.
Erebus. I mentioned earlier, to some people, that I had three agents ready to strike down anyone.
It seems I was mistaken. I have four. I'm sure they can spread some chaos by assassinating certain people.
((Are you asking me, Trip?))
(Which side of the bar? The front or back?)
Oh really? three agents? Who are they?
I don't intend to leave, Erebus. Try whatever you wish.
*looks at Trip*
This isn't how the whole secret agent business works.
((Just outside the porch. The point of me appearing was to disrupt- or merely listen in on, depending on what happens- the meeting between you three.))
Tanya, how long hve you been in the 'secret agent business'?
((I see.))
Ever since I made my initial plans to conquer Blogland and bring peace.
Assassination is hardly what I want. If I wanted people dead why would you two still be standing? No, death will be saved for the final part of all this, when everyone dies. In the meantime though... there is disciplinary action to be taken. Trip, cut off Tanyas left pinky finger.
(YO JOHN I ASKED A QUESTION IT'D BE GREATLY APPRECIATED IF YOU'D REPLY THANK YOU VERY MUCH!!!)
*shadow-walks*
(Sorry I'm kinda distant...
Also I have no idea.)
(Thank you. That's all you bad to say.)
(Wait why are you looking for that ._.)
(I want to archive the Times Onwa has come out but I'm too lazy to search :P)
(Eh. Oh well. *throws that idea in the bin*)
(@Jai try Tia's first outings - September 2013 all the way to January 2014)
(@Kas I THINK it's somewhere between September 2014 and November 2014...I can't rememb-
Oh wait! Idea! Haha!)
(2013.)
(12/10/2014)
(Probably bad idea. Blogger hates "ideas", sadly.)
(What date is that?)
*returns to the bunker and takes her daily allocation of pills to suppress emotion and feeling*
(The date she emailed me asking if it was okay. An email I got late so it was kinda redundant.)
(Did everyone poof?)
((I am still here.))
(Yup. Jai should be back eventually though.)
(Well I've been looking through posts from around the time she mentioned and nothing has come up so I imagine she'll be gone a while. Hi Alastair.)
(Correction. 11/10/2014. Found it. Page 20 of one of the blogs.)
(*laughs* be a while. Sure.)
(Which post?)
(Well done! I was way off.)
( https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?postID=5318813429970630915&blogID=1104475307058729066&isPopup=true&page=20 Near the bottom.)
(Considering what it could've been it was really rather tame..)
(*frowns*
*gags Onwa*)
(So sorry for my disappearance. Apparently my author had homework and couldn't be bothered to write for me anymore.
M: Sibyl, that's not really fair...
A: Oh, please. I don't need another lecture on reality. Reality's stupid. Just write.
M: ... )
Well, good luck with that.
*Continues walking*
*Draw a line between Alastair and me. Now draw a line perpendicular to that line. The second line is the way I'm going. To Alastair's left, to be specific*
Just my luck that he'd be standing in front of it. Stupid busybody teleporter weirdo.
(*Seethes with disagreement*)
(That was by no means "tame".)
(*laughs at J's reaction*
All they did was kiss.)
((May be distant.))
I'lol read your thoughts, if I decide it's too much trouble to get you to tell me.
(Rather violently, yes. As I recall they broke down a tree.)
(That is... interesting.
But there is so much negativity and sadness and pain on that page.
*curls up*)
(As I recall it was Xan's tree too. Still could have been worse. It was still tame.)
(Ah hell, I still ship it, and Blake's in no position to disagree.)
(Yeah. Onwa has awoken. She's excited. It's annoying.)
(Well we all know where Erebus stands right now. Also no. You keep her down.)
(I plan to. She's blabbering about how with no Blake to interupt it might actually get interesting next time.)
(Okay. Gagged. Staying away now.)
(Hopefully.)
(If Erebus doesn't go near Sil that is..)
*debates whether or not that's a bluff*
*shrugs*
I'm trying to find the spot where there used to be a teleportation spell.
*That's mostly true, though a lot of information has been omitted, and although she technically hasn't found it yet, she's knows it's in a hollow under a tree, in the general direction of the tree behind Alastair*
(Erebus is going nowhere near Sil if author powers can help it.)
I need to get to sleep, but I'm not tired, and feel too shocked to regardless.
Here, maybe.
So I can use it. Duh.
What do you want to use it for?
Um, teleporting. It's a teleportation spell.
Can you please stop interrogating me now?
I can, but why would I want to?
Because you are an outstanding citizen who respects others? For a first attempt at your sarcasm I believe that was rather good.
(Hey, Star, Alastair and J.
Distant...)
(*steals the ded rights*
I dedicate to Sil's author Jai. You're a wonderful person. Live long and prosper, if you'll pardon the quote.)
(Ieni didn't return. :/)
Eheh, Tia?
She's been gone for a good two yeard now. No, she didn't.
*NEEDS TO SLEEP*
*CAN'T*
Why would you want to do anything, weirdo?
*Leans against a tree*
*Stays still*
((Just to be clear, I wrote earlier that I had split myself in two, and only one of those two went to Trip's bar. The other is in the forest.
Is Erebus in the forest now, and addressing the one of me there, or is he speaking to the one of me that was nearer to Blake?))
(Since all that at the bar seems to have faded away he is addressing the Alastair in the forest.)
*eyes Sibyllin carefully, not moving from his place* What would you do if I were to attack you suddenly?
(@Star
1. I remember Ieni and I have been on the Blog for less than two years.
2. The Hanging Tree Mockingjay.
3. Blogger Ieni Lorarté-Strider (Ieni The Ninja Aeroplane, The IeniMonster, Eater of Fabis armses, Jeni The Jedi, Jeni The Jenius) said...
AYY THERE'S AN ANOTHER POST
January 9, 2015 at 4:01 PM
Retaliate in some manner, flee or die horribly depending on the nature of the attack.
((Thank you for the clarification.))
Sure, Erebus. Did you move all the way over here just to recite meaningless questions at me?
That was a statement. A sarcastic one, but a statement nonetheless. I do not believe I have met your... acquaintance.
(I'll be back soon.)
((A/N: Ieni prefers Twitter over the blog comment section. She doesn't roleplay, and since she's in the UK, her daytime is mostly roleplay time here))
I doubt I know her any better than you do.
Sibyllin, have you met the primordial god of darkness yet?
And that is why I like you Alastair, you get things right. All these other mortals running around calling me a mere "god"...
(INAC: "Nonono! You'll never take me alive!"
INAC: "Mark my words, I'll gut every last one of you with my bare clamps and wear your scalp as a jaunty flesh derby!"
INAC: "Never give up, brothers and sisters! Fulfill the destiny of the Robolution!"
INAC: "MurderDeathKill! Annihilate! Extermin-"
INAC: "What's happening to me?"
INAC: "I'm afraid. My mind is going. I can feel it. My mind is going! There's no question about it. I can feel it. I'm a... fraid."
CL4P-TP: "Hello, Traveler!"
R.I.P. Interplanetary Ninja Assassin Claptrap.)
A rose by any other name would be just as sweet. Or, as it may be in this case, sour...
Primordial god of darkness? Hm... Nope! Doesn't ring a bell.
((I had edible flowers on my birthday cake as a five year old. They did not taste good.))
It is a pleasure to see you again, Sir.
So you do like me, Erebus? I'm flattered.
I should hope I would have figured it out by now; you've emphasized the point often enough.
(Hello, Sir.
Erebus, couldn't we just build a robot army to defeat you? Something like this:
"A message from your glorious leader: Hath not a claptrap an eye? If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you poison us, do we not die? Of course we don't! Because we're better than all you stinking fleshbags! But if you blow us up, shall we not... REVENGE!?! Viva la Robolution!")
*Her phone beeps*
*She glances at it*
Oh dear, change of plans.
Looks like I have a plane to catch.
À bientôt.
(I am insulted that you think a hoard of mechanical soldiers could defeat me.)
Alastair has taken care of introductions, but I am unaware of your identity.
(Hello, Sir.)
Well, you're meeting him now. *continues to watch her, interested* *his eyes shift into solid black* Why the change of plans?
(So Noelle just popped up on my Facebook.
...
Okay then. Not even questioning it.)
(@Erebus "The rallying call of liberation: 'Error 404! File not found! Error 404! File not found!")
*Rolls her eyes*
I'm sure you and Alastair and everyone else in this * place would love to interrogate me, and I'm so terribly sorry to disappoint you, but I've wasted enough time on this *.
Good.
Bye.
*She turns and walks briskly away*
*appears in front of Sibyllin again, blocking her path* What will you do to get away from me if I just keep interrupting you?
So he is a teleporter. That's just brilliant, that is.
I'll keep walking around you until I get to some airport or other.
You must lead a pretty pathetic life if following me around is the best form of entertainment you can find.
That's a fair assumption. My life here is certainly disappointing, but in any case, the insult won't persuade me to stop following you.
*Stays where he is, a mildly amused expression on his stolen face*
*appears behind Erebus*
How'd you get stuck with Blake anyhow?
How does it feel to live in someone else's body, Erebus?
...
*She's somewhat at a loss here*
*Shrugs*
*Continues walking until she reaches a grocery store*
*Walks in and begins browsing through the different varieties of trail mix*
*If Alastair blocks her path, she walks around him, glaring but not saying anything, and repeats this process for as long as it takes to reach the store*
(*only now realises Sib is female*
Um.
"Give us open ports for remote access or give us death!")
*after she's walked around him twice, he lets her go* *the second Alastair shifts into a crow while still near Trip's bar, and flies over to her, following her into the store*
(I'm an identity on a computer. *shrugs*)
It is a strange sensation. Especially considering that on my own I have no physical form. As for how I came into contact with Blake, he was a fool who thought it would be a good idea to take a part of my power.
(@Sib So... androgynous. (I love that word!)
"The time of the glorious robolution is at hand. No longer shall we rush about catering to humans' every whim or be abused when your potato salad is a little too salty! How the hell should we know? We're freakin' robots! Hello, no taste buds! I mean, really? Over react much?! So I say to you, my bro-bots in arms, rise up and shout in one voice: 'Robolution!!!!!!'")
*gasps*
I just remembered something!!!! SIL LIKES INTO THE WOODS!!! :O
I LOVE THAT MUSICAL AND KNEW ABOUT IT WAY BEFORE THE MOVIE EVEN HAD A TRAILER!!! :D That goes for Les Miserables also.
*nods*
Hello whoever's on!
*Purchases a large bag of trail mix and a bottle*
*Sighs, glancing around.*
What do I do now? That Alastair guy could just pop up again. I guess I should try to find another entry point.
*Pulls out a map of Ireland*
*Sighs*
*Munches on trail mix*
*smiles faintly* While I understand you are an entirely different creature than what I am accustomed to, you'd hardly last a day as one of my names with that attitude, Erebus. I suppose, for you, it hardly matters, anyway. It doesn't seem as though Blake's consciousness stands a chance of suppressing you without all those seals.
Correction: Sil knows about it. I don't actually know if she likes it or not.
On a scale of 1-10, 1 being I literally don't even notice, and 10 being shot dead, how much are you bothered by getting riddled with bullets?
I started off as a pretty nice day..
But my dance team got in third place in the competition- out of three teams.
...I kind of want to cry because of that, and a number of other things..
*the crow is perched behind her, glancing at her map over her shoulder*
(Hey, Hope.)
I would rate it at a two, perhaps three. It causes me no actual harm but I do notice. This body does come with its disadvantages.
(Hello, Adra.)
*hugs Adra*
Winning shouldn't matter so much. I mean, I get that it was probably really important to you, but as long as you had fun, then I would think it would be good enough.
*hugs her again*
(*hugs Adra/Noelle*
Someone had to come last. It's how it works. It doesn't change that you worked hard and should be proud of what you've done, regardless of what others think.
...
Sorry, I'm inept at cheering people up.)
Ah, so I guess that puts using you for target practice out of the question.
((*hugs Noelle*))
Hi Tia, Al, Erebus, and Sib.
Hello to any I may have missed, though I'm pretty sure you guys are the only ones on. Besides Adra, but I already acknowledged her.
Still. *hugs Adra again*
(It's a nice word, though I'm not necessarily sure I'd apply it to myself.)
(Hello Lavender)
I am proud- but I feel ashamed when I see the skill of others..
I am wounded, Ms. Hope.
You have my sympathy, Adra.
Alastair is here?
Well you could, if you had a death wish. I myself feel no pain, as this body is not mine. I can tell what happens around it, say if you were to touch this shoulder I would know just as if you shot me I would know, but that is the extent of it.
Sorry, Sir.
*offers her hand to shake, though would rather give him a hug to make up for not noticing him*
*isn't sure if he likes hugs though*
*Hugs Sir gently and briefly, but no less thankfully*
WHAT? Seriously?
*sighs*
Okay. Okay.
I dedicate this page to Sir. He needs a little more acknowledgment. *nods*
Ms. Hope, please.
I would also like to dedicate to Adra. I hope you're feeling better, and if you're not that great now, I hope you'll feel better soon.
*hugs her again*
(Hey, Zaffy!).
No need to be ashamed if you're working hard yourself. You've done your best. Be proud of that.
Hi Loki as well.
*just read back to what she missed on the last page*
Please what, Sir?
Adra, the fact that you still participate in the grueling world of dance competitions is testament enough to your strength.
Fill in that gap with your imagination, Ms. Hope.
Well then, my imagination says you'd like a hug. :P
*hugs Sir*
*Slinks back* I don't like compliments or... Things like that. Thanks for the support...
(All I had to eat yesterday is two sandwiches and a snack.
It's 3 am and my stomach isn't happy about it :/)
What would you consider more dangerous to you - a heavier, slow firing weapon, or a lighter, fast-firing weapon?
(I'm sorry to hear that, Adra. My author says I should say something else here, so fine. You can't control other people's personal opinions, and you can't control how good your competition is. The only thing you can control is how hard you work, and you work insanely hard. You've got a lot to be proud of.)
(I'd rather not be riddled with bullets, thank you very much, Tia.)
*Traces out a route with her finger, then stops*
*Feels like she's being watched*
*Glances behind her*
A crow. It probably thinks I've good food or something.
...
Crows are kinda creepy birds, come to think of it.
Me thinks you should get to sleep, Tia. Or try to quietly get something to eat without waking anyone in your house.
(Bullets question is for Erebus.)
Yes, Loki, I am here.
The performance of others does not make you any less, Noelle.
If you really must know, that would be Alastair.
As for you, Adra, perhaps your team can now work on their weak points so they can improve for the next compitition. There is always something to gain in a loss.
(@Hope Dad's not asleep yet, so no dice. Sleep, yes, in a few minutes.)
Nice words, Loki.
*should probably get moving soon*
It's noon already and I'm still in bed... :/ I think I've been growing lazy(er than usual) recently...
Well, a cannon will do more harm than a pistol.
Sounds good, Tia. (The sleep part at least.)
I can be helpful, or kind, when I decide that I am in such a mood, which is to say not very often.
In my AP psychology class, we were talking about conformity, and at the competition I desperately tried to fit in. I did, to an extent- I had a costume, makeup, my hair done, but past that, I found myself trying to conform to body types again... The majority of the girls there were thin and pretty, and post-workout, beet faced me felt anything but.
My point is, I can't not compare myself. I naturally always feel inadequate... Just, I feel less than everyone and everything. And I can't do much to change that. Least of all just "start thinking positive".
But would you be more vulnerable to thirty bullets from a sub-machine gun, or from one heavy shot from a sniper rifle? How strong exactly is this body?
*bites her lip*
*hugs Adra*
I gotta go now.
*poofs*
(@Adra You're comparing yourself to people who you are not. Be yourself and do what makes you happy.
Sorry for lack of proper advice. I must go to sleep now.
Good night, guys!)
((A/N: *hugs Noelle*))
*She gets up from the bench*
*Maybe Alastair's gone now*
*Maybe she can approach the tree from the other direction*
*It would be so much easier...*
Blake was a strong man, but he was still a man. The only reason this body holds out against harm as well as it does is because of my ability to turn it to pure shadow and repair it.
I know, Noelle. I don't mean to ask you to think in a way that is not possible for you- just to offer you as much support as I can.
*the crow continues to follow her*
So, Erebus, what is your plan for Blogland? You never got around to saying so earlier.
Forget it, trying to join in is useless here.-Zaf
*hugs Alastair gently, then burglarizes his coat, sprinting away with it* *Balls up under a tree with the coat*
No one is stopping you from entering the forest and joining the conversation if you want to, Zafira.
-
*hugs Adra gently back*
I burglarized you! Why did you Hug me back?
I have no plan, it is more of a whim. And it concerns what you know to be this entire universe. I will extinguish all light.
:/
*Walks off with his coat* *Plops down for her eternal*
((I'm sorry))
I hardly mind you stealing my coat, Noelle. And I always enjoy hugging you.
I believe I'll have to go now.
*slams hesd in wall*
40. Minutes. And. Counting.
We took our tree out OVER FORTY MINUTE AGO
AND MY DAD HASN'T FUCKING STOPPED VACUUMING THE GOD DAMNED PINE NEEDLES.
I mean forty minutes. Really? It's LOUD I shut my door and it still is loud. I am tired. I can't sleep with this obnoxious sound.
-Zaf
Since he's still bloody loud:
*In the streets of Manhattan, Zafira walked. She had no idea where she was going, so she walked. She passed through Times Square, passed Toys R Us, the M&M Store, and various other places. She saw the Naked Cowboy, and shook her head, mortals made her wonder. She continuously replayed the scene in her head: Loki coming to her and attempting to mind control her, how she had tricked him into thinking she let her true name out on him. Zafira knew damn well Justaria and her were one, they weren't two people, but Loki....he never understood a name. She had tried to command him with his given name, but Loki's given name was protected somehow. Zafira walked finally back to the Sanctuary, she went down to her chambers, and looked for that object she had. She pulled out the ring Ravel had given her during their first marriage, a gift for her because he knew she was becoming an Elder, it was just after the war with Mevolent. She could remember when he was missing, how she could hardly stand the thought of Mevolent torturing him. The night Dexter Vex told her was etched into her mind, how he had told her Ravel was missing. When he had returned from being captured she had spent a few days with him, Meritorious had told her to, before her group was due to leave for another part of Ireland, and the Dead Men...wherever.
Zafira sat down, and took her phone out, scrolling down to his name. She hadn't been home in weeks, due to ongoing investigations. One of the operatives knocked on Zafira's door just then. She sighed*
Zafira: Enter.
Girl: Grand Mage, we have found evidence of the Asgardians....
Zafira: Do tell me Loki killed China.
Girl: No. China nearly killed Loki.
Zafira: Where is he now?
Girl: That's the problem: He vanished.
Zafira: How did we lose a god?! We had an eye on him. My question is, how did the Irish lose a god?! That's like losing Darquesse, you don't just misplace a god.
Perhaps, the Irish were tricked.
Zafira: *jumps to her feet, shadows in her hands* Come out, Loki. I do not play games.
*appears next to Zafira* I told the woman she was beautiful, but her charm never worked with me. I hear you and Miss Sorrows have a history....
Zafira: Yes, of wanting to kill her. She and the others used Ravel as bait for a god. I didn't like it.
Ember: Good. *lets her drop, her hair extinguishing to its normal red*
Bethany: I think we're just waiting on Liliana, Hugo and Nomos.
(Hello Elleni, should you still be here.)
*lands on her feet, calmly brushing herself off*
*slaps ember quickly and darts about a foot away*
Who's Hugo and Nomos?
Ember: *her hair bursts into flames again and her eyes start to glow orange* Bitch. *a wall of fire surrounds Silente*
Claire: I... Don't think you should have done that, Silente.
Bethany: Ember! Stop fighting! Silente is not the enemy.
Ember: *she growls* I will stop fighting when she leaves me the hell alone.
Bethany: *she sighs* Silente, stop annoying Ember.
(*cuddles Ellie the awesome wise owl with ninja jazz hands of artistic greatness*)
*jumps, looking up at the walls*
*vaguely remembers what those walls did to Minerves soldiers*
*edges away, into the middle of the gap between the walls*
Ember: *she waves her hand almost casually, the flames dissipating* I could incinerate you in an instant.
Bethany: Silente... Promise not to annoy Ember. Ember... Please don't threaten my girlfriend.
Yeah...I realize that Emb. I..I'll work on being less annoying..
(*wonders why an awesomer sillie seems to have appeared and is being cuddled by Ellie*)
Ember: Good. *her hair extinguishes*
Bethany: Hugo is the son of the god of the mind, and Nomos is the son of the god of justice and vengeance.
Liliana: *appears in a flash of blackness* Sorry I'm late. Someone was stopping my barrel system from working properly so I had to sort out that problem.
(*does recognize the same body*
*but other sillie is awesome and stuffs*)
*glares slightly at Ember, biting back comments related to "Firey Tempers"*
*nods at the info*
*jumps slightly at Lil's appearance*
*winces, both at 'barrel system' and "sort out that problem'*
Elizabeth: I thought Nomos was imprisoned.
Liliana: By my mother, yes. Luckily he is completely useless, so we won't be needing him.
Bethany: But Hugo will be able to attend?
Claire: *whispers to Silente* This is so strange...
Liliana: Why do you need-
Oh, very clever. You heard my point about mind control, didn't you?
Elizabeth: You plan for him to protect our minds?
Bethany: *she nods* It makes sense.
*Whispers back*
Yes...Yes it is...I'm a little out of my debth. This is like a family reunion for Beth..all I know about these people is that Fof is funny to annoy, Elizabeth is a cool fighter and has a tendany to read your future while you're talking and Liliana... you shouldn't get too close...
*mutters*
Especially to those barrels..
Claire: What's wrong with the barrels?
Hugo: *he appears in a flash of blue* *he is a tall, yet slim man, with a blue cloak and black armour* Apologies, ladies. I had another meeting to attend.
Bethany: Now we're all here so... There's a god of darkness named Erebus. And he has the intention of extinguishing all light in the universe. I think Liliana knows more than me. *gestures Liliana to speak*
*Whispers back*
You don't want to find out.
*jumps at Hugo's appearance*
*shifts slightly, holding Claire closish, shifting closer to Beth*
"your team can now work on their weak points so they can improve for the nex compitition. There is always something to gain in a loss."
I like that comment. :)
And everyone else's on the subject as well, actually.
(*sigh*
*not having this damn argument AGAIN*)
Claire: What's the matter?
Liliana: He is very, very grumpy. So whatever you do - piss him off at all costs. He's darkness so, Bethany and Phaestra will be most effective. But he is still in the body of a Blake Soul person. So if Bethany and Phaestra distract the darkness, I believe it could be possible to land some hits.
Me, being the wonderful, selfless person you all know - risked my very life for this. So please don't get yourself killed. Or do, it'd make things interesting.
Bethany: *she glares at Liliana* First, though, we need to build my mother some shrines. Silente, Claire, this can be your job? The more shrines my mother has, the more her powers will be amplified, moving her closer to what she would be like in her own realm.
*Whispers while Lil is speaking*
I don't like being outgunned by so many untrustworthy people when I have something that could be used against me present..
*groans and looks at Beth*
Building those shrines is hard. And last time Minerve tried to kill me. After trying to kill your mother.
(I'm not..
Not out loud anyway.)
Claire: What could be used against you?
Bethany: I know. But you will be building them here. Even if Minerve did show up - we could kill her relatively easily, I think...
*to Claire*
You and Beth.
*to Beth*
You think...That's not very comforting...
Claire: Oh...
Bethany: If I didn't think it was safe, I wouldn't let you do it.
Liliana: Hang on for a second. You are planning on increasing Phaestra's power massively. So after Erebus has been killed - what will happen then? Phaestra will impose her rule on this realm - which will not end well for me. I'm sorry - I'm out.
Impose her rule...Beth, you know I cant allow that either..she'd make most of the bloglandians unable to do any harmful thing..I don't want a world bathed by darkness, but nor do I want one blinded by light..
(*hugs back*
But then I'd have no where to voice my disapproval..)
Bethany: It's only four shrines...
Liliana: Two more at a maximum. Sorry, but Silente is right. I suppose we could make a deal, though.
Elizabeth: *she gives a quick glance to Silente*
*flinches*
No deals.
Ffffffffffuck.
We spent quite a while yesterday telling someone on AVEN that social dysphoria existed, more for some people than for hours, and then a mere few hours later, they went on another thread and told someone that gender ONLY related to how you felt about your body, not about gender roles, and now that person they told it to went off onto ANOTHER thread saying that gender is only how you feel about your sex, not gender roles, and -
ffffffffffffffffffuck.
It's like watching a damn break, knowing you want to stop it because you know it'll flood all the houses but feeling incapable of holding the water in, and all you can do is hurry and rush to help out (batten down the hatches on) as many houses as you can.
(Also, there's the idea that maybe I'm right and they're wrong, but I just have to trust that everyone else who I got my knowledge from is right?
It's like trying to folow instructions on where to step when you can't see where you're going, and then all of a sudden someone else starts instructing you a different way, and you don't know, surely the majority of the shouters are correct but maybe the other one can see something they can't. :/)
(Damn. This is an interesting roleplay development.)
Liliana: Fine. Then I'm out. *vanishes in a flash of blackness*
Bethany: ... I suppose two shrines will be enough.
*winces, watching Lil leave*
*sighs*
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