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.
Wednesday, July 16, 2014
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Shut up Alastair.
(H iSil!)
*snaps his palm out and a ripple of energy strong enough to knock Silente over speeds almost lazily towards her*
And this is when my power is waning, my dear.
Well enough. *shrugs lightly* Neither of us have died yet. *the barest hint of a smile curls his lips* I imagine you already know, but I've asked her to marry me.
Zanida: Hi, Alastair. Also, I feel honored that I am alive.
*steps back into a portal before the wave can hit her, one that snaps closed behind her*
(How are you El?)
*She rolled over, her eyes wide and teary when she layed eyes on them. She got up, opened the balcony doors, and resumed her position from the moment before, crying with her back to them, under the duvet*
Go away...
(What's going on why are you two fighting)
(I'm good c:)
Hello, Zanida. I really don't care how you feel.
*dusts off his hands, righting his suit. He hates suits, they're so hard for him to look good in.*
Actually, I didn't. That's most interesting.
(Rose - I replied.)
(cause Sil really doesn't like Trip.)
*for some reason ends up in El's bedroom*
*glares at the air*
*walks into the bedroom*
*stops*
Hi.
(She punched me because I'm better than her.)
Zanida: Alastair, I wish to...apologize to you. I am utterly and truly sorry for my actions. I was a fool, and perhaps you will forgive me. Loki was wrong, and I was too.
*Roland walked in with Ariana. Marrok shot in and got under the duvet, making his way up to Rose's face and started licking her under the duvet.*
Roland: Darling, please talk to me. Please.
(Pfft)
*her head snaps round to face El*
..hi.
(And he thinks she's great fun!)
Um... How'd you get it? Why are you here?
Because reasons.
No...
*She pushed Marrok away and rubbed her face dry on the duvet, which she then pulled closer to her face*
Can't you... See that I'm crying...?
(Be back in 20!)
Okay, well... how are you?
(and she wants to serve him to unbalanced Adra as a stew.)
(Unbalanced?)
Fine.
*leans against the wall like she belongs in the room*
Really? I thought your network of spotters would have told you the moment it happened. I suppose I was mistaken.
I doubt I will forgive you, Zanida, though I'm sure there's someone out there who'll be relieved to hear that.
((Adra is balanced again now, so I doubt she'd get away with that, though I'd be more than pleased to eat Trip.))
(Alastair, that is the most disturbing thing you've ever said...)
(Msd. But when I do, it'll be for 20)
(Eat????)
(...Alastair is there anyone other than Adra you WOULDN'T be pleased to eat?)
Zanida: I heard rumors, is it true you may try to let Niccolò back? I only remember what Zafira showed us...
((You miss quite a lot of what I say, Death.))
I thought I'd leave you two alone. It's not like I could glean all that much information from you two, and you needed some time to relax. Not to mention, I don't have an endless number of agents, I have my priorities.
Sorry to disappoint.
(I hear a lot, Alasitar. But you don't just go around saying that you're going to EAT someone... That's mean...)
So...
Why have you been avoiding me?
(And Trip gets the odd urge to shoot you through the skull, but decides against it because he thinks it'd be bad for Cara's future)
What?? I haven't been avoiding you.
((Probably not, Silente, though there are very few I'd be as excited about as Trip.))
What did Zafira show you? That he was weak, crumbling, suicidal, lived consumed in his own guilt? There's nothing left of Niccolò Croatoan. I couldn't bring him back if I wanted to.
(I know he can hear me, Alastiar.
HI NICCOLO!!!)
(Much better.)
((Adra and Cara both are the only reason why I haven't attempted to eat Trip yet, as well.))
I'm hardly disappointed.
(I still remember Adra saying her and Alastair were going to eat everyone there then pointed at Sil and was like 'maybe we'll start with you.' Sil obsessed over how to make them ill if they ate her...)
(@Trip And Sil thinks that giving Cara to Alastair as a present would be an interesting experiment.)
Cut the c*ap El. You've been avoiding me. Why?
*Marrok whimpered as he was pushed away, so he then just cuddled up beside her, making sure she was kept warm by his fur.
Roland climbed onto the other side of the bed, he placed Ariana in between them as he wrapped his arm around Rose and lay his head on her shoulder.*
Roland: I know you have been crying. And I hate that you are sad. I wish that you would talk to me so I could help you.
*He looked down and saw that Ariana had lay down and for the first time in weeks, had fallen asleep with her thumb in her mouth.*
Roland: It would seem that I could not let Marrok go either. So I will tell Lorcan and Casha that I raised him.
((Yes. I don't think Adra knows, but it's just her and her daughter holding off something of a minor apocalypse.))
...
*sighs*
Decide. Now.
Leri...
Ashlea...
Sil...
...
DO IT.
Alright. I'll tell you if you tell me what's going on with all the darkness.
((I highly doubt you have any idea how quickly anything that tried to harm Cara would be destroyed.
And, for the record, I would commend anyone who could make me ill- it'd be difficult, to say the least.))
(He's actually looked after her a little with Adra. In time, he'll make a fine dad.)
*pauses a moment*
Darkness?
((I wouldn't doubt it for a moment.))
Don't play dumb. The tendrils of darkness that plays with your hair, that disappears whenever Dugglyn or I mention it.
(See that's what I meant by experiment. She wonders what Cara would turn out like with Alastair as a dad..)
*raises an eyebrow*
Maybe your eyes are funny.
Dugglyn's seen it too. Don't lie.
Lie? Moi? Never.
Fine. I won't tell you why I'm avoiding you then.
((For the record- I wouldn't doubt that Adra likely doesn't know she and her daughter are holding a minor apocalypse at bay.
As far as parenting goes- I'd assumed Silente meant to harm her, though it seems I misinterpreted- all I can say is that I shall attempt, and in the few days I did look after her myself, I managed not to damage her.
Of course, Adra had to mention that she rather I not raise her daughter to view the world quite like I do.))
*is reading text appearing on his phone from a device placed in Elleni's cupboard*
Hmmmmm.
*smiles slightly and the darkness appears, dancing between her fingers, messing with her hair*
You mean this?
(TRIP. WTF WHY IS YOUR DEVICE IN MY CUPBOARD)
Yeah.
((As would Trip. While a little bit of sadism is good, that much seems to him excessive and self-indulgent.))
Okay. What was the question?
What is it. What is going on.
(Oh you know, security.)
*his eyes widen*
Al, we may have an adventure on our hands!
*sighs* *after a long pause* How is Cara?
That's two questions.
What is going on.
You mean something I'd actually be interested in?
I wouldn't know. It just happened. Although i must admit, i quite enjoy having it.
Ahah. I answered a question. It's your turn.
I've been avoiding you because of the darkness. What is it.
(€:)
Yes, indeed. However, we must time this right. Can you take me to Elleni's bedroom cupboard?
*smiles*
It's darkness.
(TRIP DON'T YOU DARE I WILL CUT OFF YOUR HAND IF YOU DO)
Details.
*hesitates* Fine. *barely touches Trip's shoulder, teleporting them to the cupboard*
I wouldn't know myself Elleni.
Alright. One more question.
...
Are we friends?
(Trip you are dead)
I don't know. Are we?
*She pushed Roland away from her, being careful of the sleeping Ariana between them. Then she curled around Marrok, hugging him tightly*
Roland... That would be a lie... Just go... I want to be alone...
You answer me.
What would you define as friends? Cause avoiding the person isn't friends.
Zanida: Alastair, I don't know him...
Killing the person inside your mind isn't friends either.
*Roland got up from the bed. He had started to cry himself but didn't let Rose know. This was the first time since he met her that she had rejected him.*
Roland: It may be a lie but I am willing to tell it to protect Ariana and keep Marrok.
I will leave the little ones with you for a while and will be back for them soon.
*He thought he could get away with crying without her knowing but a sob escaped him as he left the room, shutting the door behind him.*
SO I NEED AN EMAIL...I FINISHED THE BOOK-Zaf
*quietly facepalms, then points at his brain, indicating he want shim to read his thoughts*
[Stay very quiet. Also, I didn't want you to teleport us straight away. Yeah! Shut up, we have visitors, w- I must have an orderly mind. On my signal, we burst out. Remember to be gregarious and charismatic, it disarms them a little.]
*smiles, the darkness winding around her neck slightly*
Hm. Guess it isn't.
(TRIP. WTF. Are you planning to burst out on US??)
(It's good, isn't it Zaf?)
*frowns*
...
(Well, I think planning insinuates a plan, which there definately isn't. But we will, yes.)
(Why.)
Trip...omg that...wow. I just...its over. Like I started at 4pm my time I finished 6:13pm and had dinner...I'm finished like its...k-Zaf
Do you still view me as a friend Elleni?
*sort of sighs mentally* Would you like me to move us back where we were?
*She glanced up at Roland when she heard his sob. She got up, leaving the other two together on the bed and wrapped her arms tightly around Roland. She started to cry again into his chest*
I'm sorry... I'm sorry...
...
You're not Silente. You're different. You're the darkness deep inside of her. I consider Silente a friend, but not you.
Zanida: Sigh.
Zafira: We're stuck with Alastair??
[Well that depends, do you want to go back? I'm quite comfortable in this unruly pile of clothes.]
I AM her. Just with all her morals and what not stripped away.
*Roland held her tightly, trying to calm down himself.*
Roland: You have nothing to apologise for my darling. If you want to be alone, that is your right. You are feeling sad.
You should get some rest. Or read to relax.
I could make some lunch and we could have it out on the balcony if you would like?
Exactly. That's not her.
Rose?
I don't care. But would you be so kind as to tell me why we're here?
*She shook her head and pulled him to the bed. She lay down and mad sure he was beside her before she cuddled against him. Her lips found his while her hands started to play with his hair*
I'm sorry... Stay here... Please...
Yes it is. It was her at one point
*smiles*
Good times. But then she got the other stuff back..
()
Hey Loki!
(I might get a little distant...)
Hello, love.
...
I'm sorry Silente.
*traps her in an air bubble*
[Take a look at Silente, what do you make of her?]
()
*She took Loki's hand in hers and smiled*
How are you?
*frowns at El and the darkness tightens, no longer playing with her hair*
El what are you doing?
Tired, I was training my sister.
*Roland sighed with relief as he wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close and kissing her head.
He watched as Marrok walked around in a circle a few times before he settled down beside Ariana.*
Roland: Why were you sad darling? Did you think I would kill Marrok again?
()
Sounds like fun. Speaking of which, training I mean, can you train me...? I... I don't know my strength anymore. I'm a little weary...
I'm really sorry.
*makes a small hole in the bubble, big enough for a bullet to fit through*
*takes out a pistol*
*aims at Silente behind the hole*
*frowns, trusting in the power of plot armour*
*smiles at the sight of the gun*
My my. Elleni, a cold blooded killer. Who'd've guessed it.
*the darkness shifts restlessly*
Well, obviously, she's been off lately. Why should that interest me?
I've killed many others. You're the first vampire.
*is tense and shaking*
Bye.
*pulls the trigger*
[Because of what's happened to her. Her affliction! It's not a remnant, it's never before seen! Doesn't it intrigue you? No, obviously. But still, what do you think if it?]
*laughs as the inky darkness flows over her own face as the trigger is pulled*
*it slowly floats a bit back*
Wrong.
*takes the air from her lungs*
It is intriguing, admittedly, though I doubted wether it was intriguing enough to warrant attention. *pauses* Shall we step in? *lets his eyes go black as she's shot, watching her name*
*taps the sigil that replenishes her air*
Try again.
we're goon use all the comments soon... where are we next?
*lifts the air bubble with Sil inside it*
*leaves the house*
(Sorry... Class...)
*She nodded into Roland's chest, stifling a sob*
I... Yes... I didn't want him to go again... Not after we lost him last time...
(HEre: https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1104475307058729066&postID=5349584242102371583&isPopup=true)
*smirks*
[not yet. Let's learn a few more of Silente's tricks first. It'll be useful in the long run.]
I suppose.
*sighs, looking very bored*
You realise I could get out quite easily?
How?
*closes the hole*
Density reducing.
*sighs*
You're too hard to kill.
That's the whole point.
[Now.] *Steps from the cupboard, his arms as wide as his grin*
Well so am I, and my friend in the cupboard too. You've got nothing on us.
*goes back inside*
*goes to the kitchen*
*opens up a bottle of salt*
*makes a water bubble in her left hand and mixes in salt*
Hm...
*turns around, startled*
Trip?? What the hell are you doing in my house?? I need some kind of magic lock to keep you people out, sheesh.
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