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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«Oldest ‹Older 201 – 400 of 4243 Newer› Newest»@Silente *you can hear Dugglyn whining in the distance*
But I want a pet! A fluffy little pet vampire!
(The Dark Shadow (not me :P) grows from all of the above, as well as death, fear, etc.)
Oh, and Lucy, I be's goods and me eyes be's drowning in refried beans and slowly melting but overall good!
You have really pretty eyes!
Oh, and I fixed my profile picture so now all yey'alls Can read what it says!
Oh my! Gtg! Swim team!
Bye! Bbl!
I hope!
((I'm surprised Loki and Zanida got out, but then again I said it before: They work well together. Zanida helped him and vice versa.-Zaf
(Hey Lucifer. Look. I made a plot. It's lasted longer than half an hour for once!)
*hears the whining and panics*
*ducks behind a tree as Dugglyn, Matex, Viv, Chione and Blake walk past*
Matex: You let her get away.
Viv: She was MEANT to die.
Chione: This sets the plans back Dugglyn.
Dugglyn: I wanted a pet Vampire!
*grits her teeth and hope the blood on the floor won't give her away*
Mask competition? Sounds like fun. :) ^^
I'd be interested to see what the others will be, too. ^^
Not here, just passing through.
*leaves cookies, though, because cookies. :)*
Blake: *notices the blood and nudges Chione*
Chi: *nods and looks at where's she's hiding*
*moments later shadows grab hold of her limbs and drag her forwards, holding her up*
Blake: Hello Silente.
*shudders at the sight of his smile* H-hey Blake
Blake: Oh? Blake? What happened to ugly? *smiles as an icicle rips through Silente's shoulder*
*cries out*
Viv: Wait. Since we have her we may as well play a game...
*runs away from the diseased zombies and tries to stay away from the trees* *fires her shotgun back at zombies - it fires a single projectile which strikes one of the zombies in the chest*
*fires an electrified net behind her and keeps running*
Bye Dugglyn!
AND YAAAAAAAAAAY SILENTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!:D <3
Matex: A game?
Dugglyn: Oh a game! I love games! What kind of game?
Viv: A game. Why not wipe her mind. Put one single thought in it. To fix this. And catch her at the final hurdle.
Chione: Hmmm. Not bad....
Blake: No. That's a terrible idea.
*accidentally brushes against a tree, causing a patch of mould to form again* *begins to cough, which isn't a good sign* *scrapes off the mould, then turns around and aims her computer at the zombies running after her*
*the computer ionises the air, and sends a bolt of electricity at a zombie* *it overloads the machinery making up its torso, causing it to drop, then chains up with three surrounding zombies causing them to drop also*
Shit... shit... shit... shit...
*coughs again* *really doesn't want to use any more drugs because she's running out of them*
*holds her head high*
You won't kill me. Your hosts are two attached to me.
*all the remants burst into laughter*
Viv: she thinks....
Matex: AS IF!
*feels hurt at their laughter*
Chione: Well either way I'm leaving. Vivanus, Matex, sort her out. *walks off with Blake and Dugglyn*
*Viv and Mat look at her*
Viv: You wanna do it?
Mat: We'll both do it.
*both nod*
The Dark Shadow: Thisssss... so much powerrrrrr... fuelleddddd by painnnnnn and fearrrrr...
James: it was a good plan. You will feed well from it.
The Dark Shadow: Of courseeeee... Theseeee... peopleeee... think of themselvesssss as godsssss... all they areeeee... is a farmmmmm... a farmmmm for powerrrrr...
Where is James?
James: *nods* A farm of mages, feeding you, fueling you.
Sir. If it isn't too much to ask, I have a request.
*fires another bolt of electricity causing more to drop*
*coughs and chokes* *starts feeling faint* *vision begins to go blurry*
*sees the zombies approaching and fires shotgun at them - it misses*
*reloads her shotgun, and takes another shot*
*another miss*
*zombies getting closer*
(James is in the real reality. Not entirely sure where though..)
(Zaf - The Dark Shadow and James are in Blogland.)
The Dark Shadow: They'reeeee like cattleeeee... Whattttt do you wanttttttt?
James: The vampire. Her death. I know she feeds you well in life but she has wronged me. Help her death unfold.
*appears behind James* A very angry god, killing you.
James: *turns to face Loki* Hello.
The Dark Shadow: Jamessssss... Youuuuuu... are in no positionnnnnn to make requestssssssss... Youuuuuu are outlivingggggg your usefulnesssssssss... The vampireeeee is fuelllllll... They alllll are fuellll... Assssss long as they surviveeeee, they provideeee a constantttt streammmm of energyyyyy... There isssss no reasonnnn why I wouldddd want them deadddddd...
((In mine, which I haven't written yet but have been thinking about, I've realised that I have to keep it fairly realistic otherwise Hunter'll suss out it isn't real . . .))
((Going to start writing now!))
Hello. *punches across the jaw* That, was for what you did to Zanida and I, and this *sends dagger at his throat* Is to avenge my sister.
James: I understand that. Forgive me. I didn't mean to speak out of turn.
James: *bursts into shadows allowing the knife to pass through before reforming*
(Ok Star. :) )
*her eyes can't focus anymore* *starts trying to move away from the zombies, but staggering isn't easy* *keeps blinking but it doesn't help her vision*
*fires another bolt of electricity at the zombies, luckily the system is run by computer targeting so it hits its mark and causes another four zombies to drop*
*activates combat drone which begins firing bolts of electricity*
*she can feel herself getting weaker and weaker by the second* *coughs, and then vomits in her helmet* *activates her suit's cleaning mechanism*
The Dark Shadow: *tilts head at Loki* Youuuu... think thissss as wiseeeee? Youuuu... claimmmm to be a goddddd... but you haveeeee no ideaaaa of trueee powerrrrr...
STAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR *attacklehuggles*
*laughs* True power, is what I have, creature. *vanishes
The Dark Shadow: *all the shadows in Blogland swirl around its fist* Thattttt... is what youuuu thinkkkkkkk...
*takes a needle full of immune system boosting drugs out of her pocket* *prepares to inject it, just as the zombies collide with her from behind, causing her to drop the needle which goes rolling across the floor*
*shoots the zombie that grabbed her, then attempts to shoot one behind it but her gun clicks empty*
*swears in Khelish, then scrambles to get the needle*
The Dark Shadow: Jamessssss... I no longerrrr requireeeee your servicesssssss...
Hello!
I seem to have missed a lot...
I wasn't gone that long, though. Not really. At least, I don't think so?
It was just a day, right?
Anyway, best of luck to the people who are designing masks. :-)
~Iggy
*can hear Silente screaming*
No, Sil, no!
Viv's dad: It sickens me. The way you are always thinking of her, its sick. I bet you wish she was here right now. Here to take on another challenge that you couldn't manage.
*glares*
Viv's dad: well guess what son. You get your wish.
*Silente appears, being held on her knees by two Cleavers*
Sil!
Viv's dad: Kill her. That's how you escape. You have to kill her.
No! I can't.
*kills the Cleavers*
*instead of helping him Silente snarls and runs away*
(*wonders where everyone has gone*)
(I'm here)
(I think everyone else like died or went quiet or something. :P)
(Hopefully quiet)
I got randomly diverted by a pile of paint chips. Sorry!
Hello! :-)
~Iggy
*another zombie grabs her, but manages to get the needle containing the immune system boosting drug*
*her combat drone takes out the zombie that had grabbed her with a bolt of electricity*
*injects herself with the drug*
...
I'm not sure what I should, be doing or saying?
Um.
Oh no, it's a zombie! :-0
~Iggy
Viv's dad: You failed.
I couldn't kill her!
Viv's dad: well then listen to her scream.
*Silente's screams echo in his mind*
No...no...NO!
*backs away from them both*
Don't do it. Let me go. I won't pester you I promise
*both the boys follow her and draw a weapon. A sword for Matex, a sythe for Viv*
Viv: *darts left*
Matex: *darts right*
*ducks to avoid both the weapons...*
*..and screams when they hit the other guy*
Viv: *looks at the sword piercing his chest*
Matex: *stares at the gash in his stomach*
No! *looks back and forth between them* *flinches as they smile*
(Hi Iggy, if you didn't want to do the experiment then you can watch but each of us is individually trapped in a dimension designed to pit us against our worst nightmares)
(Hi Sil, another day of torture)
(Yup. Not entirely sure where mine going... Well I know something its moving towards but not how to get there....
Hmm....)
(I've already decided mine)
(Well...
I know she going to try fix it.
I know one thing that happens after that.
I don't know how to get there or if its the end..)
(Viv has to kill copies of Silente for six days in a row and then on the seventh day it's going to be the real Silente he's up against)
(Can you fit that into your schedule)
(Oh.
Six days is a long time.
A very long time.
I wanna reeeeeaaaaaaaad it!)
Experiment?
...
Oh. Well, I'm terribly sorry to hear that.
~Iggy
(Not sure, you see I'm going on holiday Fri to Scarborough. Don't know if there's internet and won't be back until sat.)
(Hmm...email?)
Scarborough!!!!! :) :) :)
*celebrates in the wonder of people I know online, who generally reside in mystical lands far far away from the land of the Star, knowing about and even going to places somewhere near my area*
I've never been to Scarborough. I like telling people that, because their reactions are funny. "You've never been to SCARBOROUGH??? O_O"
(Parsely sage rosemary and thyme)
(I prefer Whitby and Robin Hood's Bay to Scarborough itself.)
*the pool water shows images of his friends in their agony*
*meanwhile Viv is in a beach chair with a drink, and hating every moment of it*
I've been to Whitby!!!!!!!
And Robin Hood's Bay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*more celebrating*
*online people knowing about and having been to PLACES I'VE ACTUALLY BEEEN TO is SO COOL C:*
(Well...it sort of scarbrough. It's like between Filey and Scarbrough I think.)
(*whistle while we torture*)
((Since I gotmy two out and nobody else managed I'm quite bored.-Zaf
Remember me to one who lives there...
I've never been to Scarborough either, Star!
~Iggy
(Viv check your email.)
((*has no idea where they speak of* Can I guess its a beach area?-Zaf))
(Already checked it and responded)
(Yeah Zaf. Beach. Hopefully we might get a ray of sun.)
((*has no idea where they speak of* Can I guess its a beach area?-Zaf))
(Sun? In England?)
Although one of my main memories of Whitby is dropping my camera in the sea.
I went there on a school trip, and we went on this boat. And I had my cameras so I could take pictures, and all the time I was on the boat I was really really scared because I didn't want to drop my brand new beautiful super-cool digital camera into the sea, and I was so nervous, I swear, I kept holding onto it tightly and didn't even like holding it NEAR the edge in case it somehow fell out. And when I was getting off the boat, I was scared that if I was holding my camera, I would drop it, so I put it in the pocket of my jeans.
Then when I was stepping off the boat, it fell out the pocket of my jeans into the sea. :P
Oh my gosh I was crying so much. I was, like, crying for, like, the next ten minutes. I was inconsolable. And my friend told me it was just a camera (in hindsight, probably attempting to cheer me up) and I got annoyed at her and decided I didn't like her anymore and I just sat on this random bandstand and cried my eyes out. :P
It was a very traumatising event. *nods*
It was brand new though, and I'm really possessive and get pretty attached to objects (more so when I was younger. I try and ignore it now. C doesn't help :P), and I thought that my parents would be mad, so . . . yeah. :P
@Silente: I'VE BEEN TO FILEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*screams happily :) :) :) :)*
@Iggy: *smiles and hugs* No. :)
@Viv: Yup. :P
We went to Nothumberland once for a holiday, and we would go "Ooh, it's quite a nice day today", then realise we were all sitting there in our jumpers. ;P
(Where is does this rare phenomenon occur)
(I've been to Filey, too. I've been to pretty much everywhere around that area.)
(@Star we went to filey once for my older sisters birthday. My dad drove us there. After a great day out we were returning home happily and got stuck in a traffic jam. I was reading. So yeah. Then the line moved so dad sped up and the car in front smashed down on the breaks. Dad had to swerve into the lane next to us to avoid being hit by the var behind. And what was I doing? Reading. I was completely oblivious to what was happening. I looked up wondering why my family were terrified and they said wed nearly crashed. And I hadn't noticed.)
((I'm going to Seaside on Friday, and it'll be NICE AND SUNNY *stares up at the sun in the sky now* England knows what sun looks like?-Zaf
(@Silente, That has happened to me before :-)
(@Viv email.
Not really Zaf. It's the flying saucer right? The one that hides?)
(No email...)
(I'vv sent you two.......DAMN THOU DEMON EMAILETH!)
(I have as yet to receive either)
(I've refreshed 25 times)
Got to go
((It just doesn't like England. It must be depressing with no sunlight. *looks at the sun happily*-Zaf
@Zaf: We have sunlight. We just don't have much heat. :P
@Silente: Woah. O_O O_O
(Apparently on Amazon you can preorder Mass Effect 4 for PS4... but BioWare have said that it's probably NOT going to be called Mass Effect 4, because that would imply it to be a sequel, where it could come before or during or somewhere else entirely.
So I have no idea what Amazon are talking about.)
STAR HOW CAN YOU HAVE NEVER BEEN TO SCARBOROUGH?!
(Elleni - well your character would have to complete whatever. :P)
@Mushroom: I KNOW! EXACTLY! THAT'S THE REACTIONS I GET! :P
Idk. We just never got round to it.
Chione: This sets the plans back Dugglyn.
Dugglyn: I wanted a pet Vampire!
:P I want a pet vampire now! And in want to hug it and squeeze it and call it George. Or Vampy! It wil be fluffy and sweet and I can cuddle it!
Oh, and I'm back!
... oNE DAY WE SHOULD HAVE AN ENGLANDIMINION DAY OUT SO WE CAN TAKE YOU TO SCARBOROUGH, STAAAAAAAAAAR.
Maybe.
I don't know.
BUT YOU NEED TO GO
(Hi! I want to but idk what to do! Everyone has such good ideas!)
*sees a group of three zombies coming towards her*
*fires a bolt of electricity at the first one and it chains them together, causing them both to fall*
*sees a white flash, then wakes up in Blogland*
(I know but what is it? What is Dugglyn's? I don't know....!)
@Mushroom: OKAY!!! :)
*is happy with any Bloglandian outing :P*
I think I finally wrote something!!! :)
(Hmmm.......
*starts thinking*
*paces*
*-ugh. I need to think of something!-*
Hmmmmmmmm......
So I wrote this, because I prefer writing. So many underlying thoughts are lost when I roleplay, and my characters are quite complex, so . . . yeah. Plus I can do much more with writing. :)
“Of course they’ll be antiques,” Hunter said, looking up at Ez with a grin.
She wasn’t smiling back, and his eyes instinctively shifted to a blue, murky with concern. “Ez?”
Then she did smile, but it was . . . alien. Unnatural.
Ez did not smile like that.
Hunter froze. “Ez?” he asked.
Her smile widened, and the world seemed to be melted into sharp ice sheets of colour.
Then she vanished.
Hunter stayed there, frozen, and closed his eyes, but it didn’t shut out the world.
He opened his eyes again.
Ez still wasn’t there.
Maybe she never had been there.
No. They were talking. He was sure they’d been talking. He remembered that . . . He definitely remembered that.
This was scaring him. Scaring him, horribly, and he felt sick and he wanted to wake up but that wasn’t going to happen so he’d better just deal with it.
They’d been talking.
They had been talking . . . hadn’t they?
“Hunter,” said Ez’s voice, and Hunter looked around for her instinctively, even as something inside him thought –
That tone.
It didn’t sound like Ez.
“I’m sorry,” said Ez’s voice again.
Definitely Ez’s voice.
Definitely.
Definitely her.
And he recognised the tone of that, this time. But it wasn’t something she’d ever used with him.
It was the tone she used when she . . .
And Hunter’s fear broke into raw panic and he slammed his hands over his ears.
Ez. Don’t do this to me. Don’t do this to me. I don’t want to hear it.
“You were part of a mission,” Ez’s voice said unhindered by Hunter’s blocked ears, and it was with a hint of regret, a fabricated hint of regret. Really, she was happy.
“Ez,” he said, and then he smashed his head into the table.
No no no no no.
“But the mission’s been cancelled. Budget costs, you know. I’m sorry. Nice knowing you.”
The pain hurt, but not enough, so he smashed his head into the table again, harder. The pain sliced through his mind and he winced, glad of the distraction.
Yes. His head hurt. Ow. That was painful. Probably shouldn’t do that again. No, definitely shouldn’t.
He did it again.
Now, that was stupid. Why did you do that? Your head hurts now.
Nice knowing you.
He hit his head into the table harder, but the thoughts were worming their way in now, and the pain wasn’t stopping them, of course it wasn’t –
“Ez,” Hunter said, and he froze.
This wasn’t real.
This wasn’t real.
This WASN’T real.
Hunter got up and ran around the house at a frenzied speed, sensing for her rather than looking for her.
His speed slowed down a little.
He probably shouldn’t use energy.
Although, really, he was just scared in case he didn’t find her. But he would find her. He had nothing to be afraid of.
If there was one thing he could always, always trust it, it was Ez.
Nice knowing you . . .
(Shut up.)
He sped up again. He’d find her.
He didn’t find her.
Hunter stopped, in the middle of the living room now, the world solidifying around him.
(Oh God oh God –
Shut up.)
She could be somewhere else.
(She could.)
She could be anywhere.
She wasn’t necessarily here.
(Yes. Yes. Yes.)
She’d been here a moment ago.
No, he’d imagined she was here a moment ago.
(Yes. That’s it.)
He texted her - |Ez?| - then looked down at his phone.
Number not recognised.
Hunter stared at it, uncomprehending.
(No no no -)
You don’t know Ez’s number? What kind of phone are you?
Stupid phone.
Phones were always getting things wrong.
He carefully pulled up their text thread –
Where was their text thread?
He stared at his various text threads, scrolling down, then scrolling up in order to continue scrolling down.
(No no no no no no no -)
You’ve lost the thread as well? Come on, phone.
He searched her name. “ez”.
Nothing.
(Oh God oh God oh God -)
You stupid inanimate object.
(Oh God oh God oh -)
His fingers were moving across his phone, far too slowly, far too slowly . . .
(Oh God oh God -)
You have nothing to be afraid of.
(Oh God oh God oh God -)
You’re going to find her, so why aren’t you speeding up?
(Oh God -)
He wasn’t speeding up.
Hunter stared at his fingers, moving slowly.
(Oh God oh God -)
Speed up, damn you. Speed up!
They carried on moving slowly.
Did that mean he was afraid?
Did that mean he had reason to be afraid?
(Ez Ez Ez Ez Ez Ez -)
No, of course not. Stupid thoughts being stupid. Ez would laugh at him when he found her.
Ez.
Ez Ez Ez Ez –
“Shut up,” Hunter said, calmly. He raised his head and stared at the wall, looking at the non-existent patterns in it. Spiralling here, swirling there.
(OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD -)
His fingers sped up again into a frenzy, and he slapped his head when it told him he was panicking.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Calling. Phone calling. Who was he calling?
Hunter stared at the screen, forgetting for a moment, and then Sharky picked up.
“Hunter?”
He sounded impatient.
“Ez,” said Hunter immediately.
“What?” asked Sharky, annoyed.
“Ez. Have you see her?”
“Seen who?”
“EZ!”
Why was Sharky not panicking?
Why should he be panicking?
Why are you panicking?
Hunter looked at the mirror, and mouthed “I’m not panicking.”
His reflection looked a little scared, so he smiled at it and mouthed “Hey.”
(EZ EZ EZ EZ EZ -)
It didn’t look reassured. It looked sick. Sick sick sick, sick with nerves, because –
Shut up.
(EZ EZ EZ -)
Shut UP.
“Ez?” asked Sharky.
Hunter frowned. “EZ. Ezmeralda.”
(Oh God oh God -)
“I’m sorry, I don’t know anyone called Ez,” Sharky said.
Hunter stared at the phone in disbelief.
(Oh God oh God oh God oh -)
But he sounded truthful. Puzzled, but not very. Impatient. Annoyed. Not affection for Hunter.
(OH GOD -)
“Oh,” said Hunter, then he ended the call and sent the texts.
|Who’s Ez?|
|Who’s Ez?|
“This,” began Hunter, and then took a little quick breath before continuing, a little quick breath he ended up holding, and then he was hitting his head against another flat surface.
Still writing, of course. I just got to a timeskip part so I decided to post. :P
Thanks for this opportunity, Silente!!!!! :) *hugs* The others are correct, it IS a brilliant roleplay idea, and I've been enjoying reading all the torment that it's caused. XD
(What. Oh. I poofed. Where was I on the rp...
Get. I can't get to where i want to be! Oh I know.)
Viv! Mat!
*quickly taps a sigil and heals them both, despite the drain on her energy and the fact they want to kill her*
Viv and Mat: *stares at her*
Viv: Why did you help us?
Mat: What. Why the hell!
Because you don't deserve to due. Or rather your hosts don't.
Viv and Mat: *hesitate*
Viv: *sighs* We have to help her now dont we.
Mat: Yeah we do.
Viv: *grumbles angrily*
Mat: You wanna fix this right. There's a giant soul catchet. In the clearing. Use it and this is fix. *allows his black veins to show* Good luck getting to it.
Viv and Mat: *laughs as Silente walks away, plans forming in her head*
(*gasps in shock and horror*
Gasp!
You what?!
*looks horrified and offended*
How dare you?!
*tries to look angry*
*it doesn't really work....*)
SilenteTC's becoming successful yaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!!! :)
(Possibly.)
@Elleni: I don't know, sorry. :P
@Elleni: Who DOESN'T? :P
The 28th of August.
@Dugglyn: Thank you. :)
I have to gooooo. Not that I was really here completely anyway, but... *shrugs* I'll probably pop in with a random comment here and there, but I have to write my dissertation now so... Um... Talk to you all later! I love you and I hope you all have (had) a good day! *cuddles*
(*begins shaking, the frown still on her face*
*is gasping between words*
*her face looks a little demented*
It. *gasp* was *snicker that sounds like a sneeze* you!!
*her face contorts*)
Fours, Mushroom! :(
@everyone who couldn't remember the date for TDOTL twelcome!
Bye Lucy!!! Hope you have/had a great day!
(*laughs at star* Sure. You jeep thinking shes being successful...)
(@El overcome or beat your fear. Maybe you could be forced to relive the same thing over and over again until you DON'T kill everybody or something...)
*is still pretending to be angry, though more signs of fakeness are showing*
*bursts out laughing then quickly changes it to crying*
I'm dead in another dimension! Dead! And you! My friend! Or so I thought!
*stares simi accusing at Elleni*
*-this really isn't working...-*
(Silente, what happens if you commit suicide in the dimension?)
(Or does the dimension just stop you from doing that?)
(Yep. Overcome your fear.)
@Elleni: I don't think that will work, personally. I've known characters, and . . . often, people never get over something like that. They just learn to live with the guilt.
It can still happen though. :) Good luck.
(Oh. Oh that's bad.
*lowers her head in shame*
I kinda forgot about them...
*rises her head*
But that's a good idea! She loves her friends and fears she isn't in complete control over her zombie caterpillars! But she does have a secret weapon....
I'll figure it out!
Thanks for the ride!
You know in Divergent?
Four says that no matter how many times he keeps going into his fear landscape, the fears never change, and that he thinks that some fears, you can't overcome. They're just a part of you.
I agree.
I HAVE NO IDEA SORRY D:
(Wait I just realise El isn't the only one who killed me off! Viv is doing so too!)
@Elleni: . . .
I guess, maybe you can still be afraid of things, but you can learn to deal with them.
Maybe you'll never stop being afraid of heights, but maybe you can learn to live with that fear as opposed to just screaming and running away.
And I suppose maybe if you learn to deal with, if not banish, the guilt, then you could get out. :)
(Just a theory.)
Yw? What does that mean? Is it a typo or does it stand for something?
I'm bad with that sorta stuff
:/
(*turns her back on Elleni still giggling/crying*
You are no longer my friend!
*walks away, her arms crossed*
*falls down after a couple steps*
*rolls on the ground laughing*
I can't believe you feel for that! I'm do bad at lying about that sorta thing!
I'm not mad!)
@Dugglyn: Yw = you're welcome. :)
Writing thoughts is so incredibly hard because they're so complex and I'm really struggling to manage to write them all out . . . they don't happen one after the other, either, they're all in a barrage together, so I just don't really have enough time gaps to fit all the writing in . . .
Eh. :P
*TIMEEEEEE WAAAAAAARP*
*sits in the cave over her hand drawn map*
*it has six crosses on it*
*any of them could hold the giant soul catcher*
*at least 2 of them she won't be able to get to easily*
*hopes she won't have to harm anyone*
*lays back in the cave, curling up*
*finally let's her emotions through*
*sobs at the loneliness*
*sobs at the fear*
*sobs at the overwhelming odd*
*her heart feels like its been carved out and put in a slowly tightening vice*
*sobs, tears streaming from her eyes, shoulders shaking*
WAIT SORRY MY BRAIN SCREWED UP THERE AND IT FORGOT WHAT I WAS ASKING AND THEN DIDN'T TAKE IN HALF THE RESPONSES AND THEN -
So if you commit suicide, you die in Blogland?
Oh, SilenteTC . . . :(
(Yeah El.)
(SilenteTC :( )
My poor wittle Vampy!! D': D:
Oh, and thakatoo Star!!
Gtg but I might watch....
Idk...
*gasps and gulps in air*
*her sobs dissolve into silent tears*
*squares her shoulders and shakes her head*
*she has to do this*
*she has to save them*
*doesn't she?*
*what'd be so wrong with letting them get their way*
*with disappearing*
*her friends were asleep, soon they'd be dead, it only took 3 days*
*stares into the distance*
*two paths*
*one would be quicker, easier*
*coward*
*but it didn't matter. No one cared about her anymore. She meant nothing to them*
*torn*
SilenteTC . . . . . . . .
:( :( :( :(
This hurts. :/
Ez isn’t real.
Yes she is.
Ez isn’t real.
Yes she is.
Ez isn’t real.
Yes she is.
Ez isn’t real.
Yes she is.
Ez isn’t real.
Yes she is.
Ez isn’t real.
Yes she is.
Ez isn’t real.
Yes she is.
Ez isn’t real.
Yes she is.
Ez isn’t real.
Yes she is.
Ez isn’t real.
Yes she is.
Ez isn’t real.
Yes she is.
Ez isn’t real.
Yes she is.
Ez isn’t real.
Yes she is.
Ez isn’t real.
Yes she is.
Ez isn’t real.
Yes she is.
Ez isn’t real.
Yes she is.
Ez isn’t real.
Yes she is.
Ez isn’t real.
Yes she is.
Ez isn’t real.
Yes she is.
Ez isn’t real.
Yes she is.
He knew he was just getting caught like this because he didn’t want to think.
No he didn’t.
Oh, shut up.
He shut up.
Ez isn’t real.
Hunter stared at the wall.
Ez isn’t real.
Ez was never real.
(yes she is.)
He pushed that out of the way for a moment. He needed to deal with the pain at some point.
What did that mean?
That she never existed.
And then he was crying, the sobs shaking through his body, because all that she had been, all that she would be –
“Ez isn’t real, yes she is, Ez isn’t real, yes she is,” he muttered, but those words – “Toasters.”
But that reminded him of Ez beings annoyed with them, so –
Ez.
Ez.
Oh God.
Oh God this hurts.
Ez.
Ez, I miss you, and maybe you never existed but –
She hadn’t just never existed. That wasn’t the point. The point was that she had existed, and that she hadn’t cared.
Hunter froze again, going very still, and his eyes withdrew to a grey whilst he dealt with that.
She existed.
That was okay, then.
She had existed.
She had existed.
He took a deep breath, and smiled a horrible broken smile that didn’t extend past his mouth.
It was almost okay, if she had existed.
And it made sense. He knew no one could have ever cared about him anyway.
It was okay.
It was okay.
Ez, I’m glad you’re alive, even if you don’t care about me.
You don’t care about me.
And the crying was back, but that was okay because it was painful and screwed his thoughts up so he couldn’t think them properly.
It was painful, though.
It was painful.
Too painful.
Ez would help me deal with this.
Ez isn’t here.
Ez isn’t here.
Ez isn’t –
Shut up.
Why?
Ez isn’t here. Ez isn’t here. Ez isn’t here. Ez isn’t here. Ez isn’t here. Ez isn’t here. Ez isn’t here. Ez isn’t here. Ez isn’t here. Ez isn’t here. Ez isn’t here. Ez isn’t here. Ez isn’t here. Ez isn’t here. Ez isn’t here. Ez isn’t here. Ez isn’t here. Ez isn’t here. Ez isn’t here. Ez isn’t here. Ez isn’t here. Ez isn’t here. Ez isn’t here. Ez isn’t here. Ez isn’t here. Ez isn’t here. Ez isn’t here. Ez isn’t here.
When you repeated a word enough, it became meaningless.
Unfortunately, what it meant couldn’t become meaningless.
Hunter took a deep breath.
Ez didn’t care.
Always trust in me.
Always trust that I’m real.
You are real. But you don’t care.
(But I’m glad that you’re real.)
How could she . . .
But his heart wasn’t in that sentence.
“Ez,” he said to the air. “Ez, I still love you and I think you’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met and I don’t blame you for not loving me really because no one could.”
A pause.
“It hurts, though,” he whispered, and then he closed his eyes, the admission of the pain intensifying it.
(Hunter kills most of his friends, don't worry.
He has an annoying habit of killing my characters off. :P)
(*laughs* :))
Hello.
(Sorry I kind of keep poofing.)
poofing?
I still haven't gotten my email about the Theater of Shadows. And I've re-entered twice, so I reall don't know what's happening. :-(
Hello Dragona! Hello Elleni! Hello Melanie!
Are we still doing the fear dimension trapping?
...wait. I got first?
Hey Samuel! I don't think I've met you before.
on this section... yes
*starts weighing up pros and cons of death*
*her friends wouldn't have to face nightmares of what they'd done*
*they would be the nightmares*
*she wouldnt see that*
*but anyone else left would*
*she'd never have to hurt them*
*but she wouldnt be there to save them*
*they wouldnt be burdened with her*
*but if they were saved they'd be heart broken*
*they'd be happy that she was gone*
*runs out of cons*
*stares at a wall*
*torn and alone*
*death or potential death*
*friends or foes*
*easy or hard*
*burned out or still melting*
*nothing or pain*
*sighs and smashes her head backwards into the rock*
Poof Poof Poof Poof Poof Poof Poof Poof Poof Poof Poof Poof Poof Poof Poof Poof Poof Poof Poof Poof Poof Poof Poof Poof Poof Poof Poof Poof Poof Poof Poof Poof Poof Poof Poof Poof Poof Poof Poof Poof Poof Poof Poof Poof Poof Poof Poof Poof Poof Poof Poof Poof Poof Poof Poof Poof Poof Poof Poof
I have decided that I want a poofy vampire! And fluffy! And snuggle huggley! Ooooooooo! I know a vampire like that! Silente!!!!!
*runs and hugs her*
You're my huggley, snuggly, fluffy, poofy vampire! And I'm gonna call you Vampy!
Hello Silente! Hello Dugglyn!
(Leri already got out - she survived a world full of disease, and killed all the zombies in it.)
:,(
Poor SilenteTC . . . ;(
Hello Star!
yah...
...what happened to Silente?
Poof?
Did somebody call poof?
Poof is here now.
Poof says hi.
Hello Poof!
(*is both laughing at and dieing of her characters feels* This is painful and oh so very fun)
hello poof
The Dark Shadow: Soooo much powerrrrrrr...
...Someone want to ded? I don't know what to ded to...
(Silente is in her fear dimension. Everyone has been taken over by remants. Only she is left to free them. But everyone wants her dead. Even Viv and Matex.)
(Silente, when you said burned out or still melting you were talking about eyes right?)
I am going to be neighbors and I don't know what you doing today and I don't know what my eyes are you doing tonight and tomorrow night before at the thought of my friend glares at Silente Tempest Williams and slowly melting but overall good idea to go to back bed with me know!!!!!!
That's what auto correct thinks I'll say! Notice the glares at Silente! :P
Hello Amethyst!
Hello Melanie!
Hello friends and people who haven't yet met Poof!
Poof is happy to meet yous.
You can ded to cake!
Cake-a-cake-a-cake-a-cake-a-cake!
(Remnants have hands which like they use to hold people's mouths open so they can get inside, right?
If you were wearing like a mask, they couldn't get to you, could they?)
Or not. Not is okay too. :)
His own life is not here yet but I have to get it!!!
Oh, hi Poof!!! I was just being random but nice to smell you!
*hangs her head and tries to think clearly*
Only monsters become monsters.
*looks around for the source of the noise*
You are not my daughter!
*flinches*
Who cares if she dies
Death is an escape that you will NEVER be granted
*curls up tightly shoving her head onto her knees*
It's the monster!
She's a monster even by our standards.
Filthy b***h
She's a disgrace to vampires.
She should be dead.
I don't care. Just kill her.
I dedicate this page to cake. And to Poof for suggesting the idea.
Cake sheep walabees!
Yay random!
Poof smells like cake. :)
Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
@Elleni: Of course I can. :) I might need context though. Like - what the situation is, and how you want him to react to you. Because he's fake-Hunter, it'll be . . . a little different, but basically all that means is that you need to tell me what you want him to do in accordance with your dimension. But it has to be him-like as well, of course.
It's a balance. :)
(Sorry, rambling.)
Gtg be back soon!
Yay!
Cake and Poof happy! :)
Hi everyone who appeared. :)
((@Elleni: But it's your dimension, catered to your fears, so . . . yeah. Yeah. :P
Also - SITUATION.
Also, where do you want me to start?))
((This is why I have issues with roleplaying. I'm not very good at not having things all the way down to the tiniest specifics. :P))
((Sorry.))
Hello.
*when she awakes in Blogland, sees The Dark Shadow and James and immediately takes cover behind a tree and slumps down it so she's sat on the grass* *puts her helmet in her hands*
*can feel tears warming her cheeks*
*-FOCUS-*
*gulps and lifts her head*
*-Make the choice-*
*shakes her head*
*she cant*
*-MAKE THE CHOICE-*
*flinches*
*this is too much*
*the world on her shoulders*
*-STOP MAKING EXCUSES AND DECIDE-*
*thinks*
*-NOW-*
*grits her teeth as thoughts fly around her head, countering eachother*
*-HURRY UP-*
*thinks*
*thinks*
*thinks*
:( :( :( :(
I'm so excited for the competition and the Requiem Ball! I already started my mask!
I have no idea.
(Because when he's in Blogland, he's actually in the past so to speak, so he generally interacts with people there.)
(But people aren't there.)
(So he would possibly be doing something else, although what entirely depends. Because he doesn't plan these things, they're quite hard to predict.)
Bye Elleni's Jazz Hands!
Fours, Elleni! :(
@Youth: Hi! :)
I hope you get there!! :)
Hello Youth! I don't think I've met you before! I'm Amethyst! Nice to meet you! :D
Bye Elleni!
Cake. :)
*bolts*
*leaves behind the map, the cave*
*the nothingness*
*she has nothing*
*is nothing*
*was she always nothing?*
*nothing to them*
*how long for*
*did they ever care*
*care for a nothing?*
*what makes someone a something?*
*not being a nothing*
*why is she nothing*
*nothing*
*nothing*
Hi Star! (Can I call you Star?)
I don't know if I can go but my mum had been very encouraging.
@Youth: Sure! :)
And - well, at least you have a chance, I guess. :) :)
Hello Amethyst! Nice to meet you!
How are you?
Also, nice to meet you Star!
How are you?
@Youth: It's nice to meet you too. :) I'm fine, thanks. :) You?
I'm good!
It's been really nice here and I'm in a good mood.
@Youth: That's good. :)
(Star, could you check your email, please? I have a question about the story about the assassin I was thinking about that I'm getting a bit stuck with. :P)
So what do people typically do here? It doesn't seem like a normal blog.
I'm fine! What about you?
Of course, I don't think most minions are normal!
@Youth: We do all sorts. :) We talk and roleplay, basically.
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