The Character Café

Mutants Have Favorites Too

2011-06-27T07:30:00.001-04:00

I decided to follow the example of Anastasia and let a few different characters give a list of their favorite things. The mutants are an interesting bunch, or well I think so but I might be biased. So, here are some of the mutants and their list of favorites.

Noah: Hi, it's me again. Seems I post in blogs often these days. This one should be easy. Here is the list of some of my favorite things.
1. My friends and family
2. Electricity (even though I hate the mutation, I also love it, weird I know)
3. My boyfriend
4. History
5. Physics
6. Reading
7. Helping Dominic keep his dreams organized and trying to interpret them
8. Dominic (I know I said friends but he's such a good one he gets his one spot)
9. Cats
10. Coffee

Dominic: Oh, my turn. *reads* Noah is so nice, I don't know what I'd do without him. So, my list isn't too surprising.
1. Noah
2. Sleep
3. Dreams
4. Caffeine (coffee, espresso, etc)
5. Food
6. umm Showers, when I don't fall asleep during them
7. Noah
8. Going out of the house occasionally
9. The band Noah got me that helps me stay awake longer
10. SS

Bastian: List of favorites huh? I guess I can handle this. It has been a little while since I've posted but I will manage. Favorites are:
1. Philosophy
2. Family
3. Noah
4. Friends
5. Military
6. Books
7. Questions
8. Organization
That's all I can think of, so 8 will have to do.

Ephram: My turn? Oh, okay. I have favorites, I think.
1. My bedroom
2. My parents
3. Sleep
4. Food that isn't burned
5. Candy and Soda, I don't have them much though
6. Trees are kinda nice
7. Having friends
8. Math
9. Art
10. Not having homework

Isaac: I get to post? Sweet. I have a few favorites to share, maybe.
1. Music
2. Dancing
3. Not having to move for a year or more
4. Making a friend or two
5. Art as a class, better than any other at least
6. Pizza
7. A bed would be nice to have
8. Clean clothes
9. Spending time outside
10. Being able to buy food.

Let me tell you a story...

2011-06-24T08:00:00.000-04:00

A few weeks ago, we had a topic to share something from our childhood. But sadly, I missed the post, so I'm going to share a story with you now.

About Derac and I (Tyn) when we were kids - the time we accidently (and I stress the accidently) burned down The Harvest Moon Festival.

The Harvest Moon Festival is where the local farmers get together in someone's barn to celebrate the harvest. There is a huge bonfire outside, dancing, music, great food, etc. It's a great celebration that all the elflings look forward to every year.

Each festival would have what you call fireworks. Derac and I were in charge of keeping an I on them in order to make sure they didn't get wet or stolen or knocked over.

Oh oh wait, I forgot to mention. On this particular Harvet Moon Festival we were at Linnae's father's barn. Dearc was sweet on her at the time.

Anyway, we were in charge of the 'fireworks' but elflings as we were, we grew restless waiting or them to be displayed in the night sky. So we grabbed a torched, secured the stake in the ground and set one off.

Ooos and ahhs sounded as it exploded and Derac and I were happy! But of course, some of the adults were not. So they came over to us - including Dearc's mother, who by the way is one scary lady!

So in a panic, we ran - dropping the torch as we went. No one noticed of course as they were chasing after us, but the dry grass around the barn cought fire. Which spread quickly to the fireworks...and the rest is literally history.

Derac and I had to rebuilt Linnae's father's barn the following spring as it was literally blown up by the fireworks. *laugh* Oh the stuff we used to do! *sigh*

Oh by the way, Linnae brought us water and helped us rebuild the barn everyday that spring and summer. *chuckle*

Five things not in this story.

2011-06-17T17:50:00.002-04:00

"Well this is boring," I say tapping the keys idly and listening to the clicks.

The laptop wobbles on my knees, unstable and heavier than I'll admit; every now and then Tyler lunges as if to catch it from a fall it never makes. And each time I bat his hand away with a tut. If I can engage in high speed chases, whilst being accosted by a writer, I sure as anything can use a laptop and not break it.

"Has it ever occurred to anyone that if we did these tasks when Mia asked we'd never be locked in the kitchen?" Braelyn the obvious pauses with her knife in the air. If it were anyone else I'd worry about the possibility of her missing the cucumber and slicing a finger. As it is, I stop tapping the keys and raise a brow. It's not worth an answer.

"So, aside from this huge string of nonsense here," Tyler gestures to the screen, "you know you've spelt misapprehension wrong, right?"

"Not helping." I sigh as I search and replace it. "We're zombie down, don't make me take you down too."

He purses hips lips, hands held behind his back, and nods. I'm not sure how I would go about taking him down to the state Adam is in, what with the glitter poisoning, but I could darn well give it a shot. And he knows it. Except either he can't resist another shot or he has short term memory loss.

"Irritate is spelt with and i," he says, leaning forward and covering my neck with the warmth of his breath as I type. "And it's "he and I" instead of that."

"If you're so up on language why don't you type?" I snap, flustered into saying something I immediately see as part of his plan. His eyes light up as he parts his lips into a smile. Tyler can be just as much as a control freak as me sometimes.

"Finally." He snatches the laptop from my legs, sliding it to his as he sits. After a moment he scoots up beside me. To rub the victory in, no doubt, by letting me watch. "Now, let's start again because all of this stuff? Far too believable. You need some eccentricity."

"I'm not eccentric at all," Braelyn calls over her should as she deposits cucumber into the pan. Much to my disappointed surprise she has all ten digits still.

"You will be after I'm finished." He smiles, hitting the keys like he's playing a church organ. Even though the keys are clacking and thudding, he types surprisingly fast. "Alright. Number one? Raye is allergic to kiwi fruit and underwater hockey sticks. They bring her out in a rash."

"Ew." I wrinkle my nose. "No they don't."

"Do," he says. "And Braelyn? Well she likes to wear lavender dresses on a full moon only. Can't wear them apart from that."

"Wait-" Braelyn turns around, waving her wooden spoon.

"Number three and four," Tyler booms merrily over her voice. "Adam sleeps in a kimono and eats raw broccoli for breakfast."

"That's not even funny. Broccoli gives him nightmares." Braelyn's eyes are wide, as if letting in all the concern they can, but now it's not just Tyler ignoring her. I don't mean to, but I tend to oppose whatever she stands for out of principle. Everyone has to have a nemesis.

"What's five?" I lightly touch Tyler's elbow. He nods enthusiastically, still typing.

"Sometimes." He glances at me, and the cursor flickers on the screen in anticipation. "Often, you like to buy the dented packets from shops because you feel like they must be lonely."

I bite my lip, thankful Braelyn can't see my face and the colour that rises to my cheeks as he types. I hate somebody knowing me so well they can say the truest thing at a moment's notice. He knows me better than my anyone can, I think, and sometimes he likes to flaunt it.

"You forgot yourself." The pans clang as Braelyn chucks them in the sink. She's so innocent sometimes. So unsuspecting, unlike me. Tyler would do anything to hide his past and his secrets. This is just one tiny pebble of an example.

"Ha," Tyler says without much humour. "I guess I'm just a mystery."

5 Unknown Facts from Mutant World

2011-06-13T15:47:00.000-04:00

Noah here. Dawn is distracted so I'm just going to do this week's post. Plus she has no idea which world to discuss for this list of 5 things about the story that isn't told in the actual novel. I'm going to come up with five, hopefully, that are from the mutant series, or at least the part of it that has my story.

Let's see...

1. Ty used to be my best friend. This was before I became friends with Dominic. In fact, I didn't really like Dom when we were younger.

2. I wanted to study history in college and become a teacher. I dreamed about being normal simply so I could have a normal job and not worry about things like joining mutant organizations or worry if the government changes how they let us live.

3. There are religious groups in my world but they aren't seen in the current book, though there is the rest of the series to possibly showcase them.

4. My mom still wants a girl but will probably never have one. She has a box in her room that has a couple of little girl items.

5. The organization, SS, was designed by the government. Despite what some people think, still works for the government and has to report on a monthly basis to a special coordinator.

That's all I can think of for now but I made it to 5. That's what counts... right?

These are a few of my favorite things!

2011-06-10T08:00:00.000-04:00

Derac's Favorite Things

1. His Sword
2. Kinir
3. The Kinir Elite
4. Dragons
5. Camping
6. Training
7. Missions
8. His family (parts of it...)
9. Taking over Anastasia's body so he can communicate with other people through the internet!
10. Training

Tyn's Favorite Things

1. Any bladed weapon
2. His faith
3. Praying
4. Women (more specifically A woman)
5. Any bladed weapon
6. Laughing
7. Praying
8. The Kinir Elite
9. Kinir
10. Healing/Medicine (as in learning about it)

Kie's Favorite Things

1. Training
2. The archery range at elite headquarters
3. The Kinir Elite
4. Her uniform
5. Camping
6. Warm baths
7. Kinir
8. Training
9. Missions
10. Training

Aeli's Favorite Things

1. Her hair brush
2. Brushing her hair
3. Dresses
4. Attending Grand Balls
5. Dancing
6. Good looking males
7. Saving innocent people
8. Solving puzzles
9. Kinir (the open plains and bright skies)
10. The Kinir Elite

Jardel's Favorite Things

1. The Kinir Elite
2. His dress uniform
3. Women/Females
4. Weapons
5. Fighting
6. Women/Females
7. Children who think he's an angel
8. Women/Females
9. Good food
10. Women/Females

Rakan's Favorite Things

1. Silence.
2. Quiet.
3. Silence.
4. Camping.
5. Silence.
6. His mace.
7. Silence.
8. His dagger.
9. Silence.
10. No sound.

These Are A Few Of My Favorite Things

2011-06-08T01:20:00.000-04:00

Mianna dances around the terrace and onto the lush grounds. She tilts a handwritten page between her hands as if it is her partner. Cole smiles and steps behind her, peering over her shoulder. He wraps his arms around her waist. “What are you doing?”

She scrunches her shoulders and leans into him. “It’s beautiful out here and I wanted to be inspired. I rarely get to do guest posts and I’m just so thrilled that Charlene chose me for this one.”

“I see. So, what have you written so far?”

She reads from the paper. “Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens.”

Cole nods. “Okay.”

“Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens.”

He looks to the side. “Um...”

“Brown paper packages tied up with strings.” She glances up at him. “These are a few of my favorite things.”

“Mianna…”

She holds up a finger. “Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes. Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes.” She lifts her arms and turns to face him, setting them on his shoulders. “Silver white winters that melt into springs…”

“I know. These are a few of your favorite things.”

She blushes and leans her head to the side with a cherubic smile. “How did you know?”

“It’s a song on Cornerstone Summit. Mianna, my love, you were supposed to write about your favorite things.”

“But these are perfect. And they are my favorite things. Or some of them. And Charlene has been humming this song ever since she read the post topic.” She begins to sway to the music in her mind.

An adoring smile spreads across Coles face. As he raises a hand at the woodland, birdsong fills air. He takes her hand and leads her to the belvedere.

Vincent and James watch as Cole and Mianna enter the ornate gazebo and begin to dance to the melody. Vincent folds his arms and shakes his head. “Only Cole and Mianna could get away with waltzing to a song from The Sound of Music. In a blog post. Without it coming across as cheesy.”

10 Things and a Chat with Jalmari

2011-06-06T00:00:00.004-04:00

The computer screen casts a dim glow on J.D.'s head. Her face is just visible under the pile of post-it notes. Deep, slow breaths claim the air as a trickle of saliva runs across the wood and dampens the ends of her hair. Jalmari phases into the room and glances at J.D. A sigh ensues before he phases back into the hall, then barges in, banging the door against the wall.

J.D. jolts upright then glances around the room in confusion for a few moments before she realizes she has company. "Oh, hey, Jalmari. Can I help you?"

"Yes. We need to talk."

JD puzzles the damp knot of hair stuck to the side of her face and goes to work trying to brush it out with her fingers. "You guys have a post due for the Character Cafe, don't forget."

Jalmari frowns. "Have one of the others do it."

A coy smile inches across J.D.'s face. "You're already here. The topic is '10 Favorite Things'." She waves at the computer while standing, then disappears into the adjacent bathroom. She enters the room again in an instant with a hairbrush and makes a constipated-looking face as she forces the brush through the snarled hair.

"If I do the post, can we talk about something serious?"

"Mm? Yeah, sure."

Jalmari narrows his eyes, giving J.D. his "I-mean-business look", but J.D. is oblivious and continues to work on her hair. With a sigh, he seats himself at her desk and types.

10 Favorite Things
by Jalmari ta Korento

1. Blood
2. Sex
3. Flying
4. Speed
5. Being the leader of my clan
6. Having an author around to write my biography
7. Which
8. She

9. Is not
10. Doing.

Jalmari hits "save" then leans back in the chair. "Blog post complete."

J.D. frowns, sets down the brush despite several locks of hair still being stuck together in one gooey chunk, and goes to look over Jalmari's shoulder. "Hey, you wrote that in chapter four of my WIP!"

"At least you have something in chapter four now."

J.D. narrows her eyes at Jalmari. "Let me guess, this 'serious talk' you want to have is about me not working on Dark Liaison, isn't it?"

Jalmari pivots the chair to face J.D. and crosses his arms. "Yes."

J.D. rolls her eyes. "Well it's not my fault! Jesu and Ema don't delegate the story like you do, and D.L. doesn't focus on you as much as the first book did, so you're S.O.L."

"But the third book does focus on me. I want that third book, J.D." Jalmari points a finger at a picture frame hanging in the center of the far wall. "You got that contract you so desperately wanted. You have a deadline now."

J.D. groans. "I know, I know."

"You made a commitment to yourself and to everyone, just like I made a commitment to my clan."

J.D. inhales a sharp breath and opens her mouth to speak--

"Do not even think about getting on the subject of the Council and me going A.W.O.L," he warns. "That is a completely different and justified condition."

J.D. exhales. "Oh sure, completely justified." She rolls her eyes.

"I'm going to send my brother and the girl in now. I expect to see some progress before you retire for the night."

A dead-pan stare crosses J.D.'s face then turns into a pout. "Fine, but have Ema make me a cup of coffee first. She's the only one that remembers not to mix blood into my drinks."

Jalmari nods then leaves the room. J.D. quickly shuts the door then flings herself onto the bed and buries under the blankets. A soft snore fills the room in no time.

Elijah Has A Secret

2011-05-30T17:56:00.000-04:00

Noah enters a small coffee shop in Detroit. The door is unlocked but the sign says closed. No one is in the main room and most of the baked items have been put away. Finally, a young dark haired male enters the room from the back behind the counter.

"We're closed."

"I noticed. Are you Elijah?" Noah moves to a small table closest to the counter, picking a seat and settles in as he watches the man.

"Yes." Elijah tosses a rag on the counter, not stepping out from behind the counter. "Do I know you?"

Noah smiles. "Not yet. I'm Noah, from a different story. Dawn wanted me to come chat with you for this blog post."

"Oh right. Well, nice to meet you Noah." Joining him at the table, Elijah shakes his hand before sitting down. He looks a little uncomfortable and tired. "What are we supposed to talk about?"

"Something that happened before you died and became umm you know, what you are."

"Oh." He looks down at the table, his hands fold together underneath as if he is trying to hide the nervousness he feels over the topic.

Sensing the tension, Noah waits for a moment as he tries to come up with the best way to approach the topic he has been given. After some thought, he offers the question that seems least expected. "So... You're gay, right?"

Caught off guard, Elijah blinks and looks around the room to make sure they are alone before answering. "Yeah... why? Are you?"

"Of course. I mean, Dawn created us after all." He chuckles but the mood doesn't stay light for long as he brings out another question. "Does anyone else know you are?"

"Now? Yeah, they do. I kind of had to tell them after I almost slept with a guy I had just met. I had to confess to it." This got a slight smile from Elijah. It is short lived as he continues speaking, "before when I was alive, I did tell my parents. I was only 12 and probably should have waited because they responded even worse than the angels in the confession group."

Noah got up and went over to the one container of coffee that hasn't been put away yet. He fills two cups, bringing them back to the table with a few packs of sugar and hands a cup to Elijah. "Parents. I know the feeling. My mom didn't care but my dad was pissed when he actually found out."

"Thanks." He sips the coffee. "Both my parents were upset. They sent me to counselors, church officials and even considered sending me away to a place that claimed it could turn me straight."

"Sounds a bit harsh."

"And they were actually considering allowing electroshock treatment." Elijah pauses before trying to explain further. "Electroshock is when they..."

"I know what it is. I control electricity and have a degree in physics. What did you do?" He winced as he sipped the already cooling coffee.

Elijah looks away, absently stirring a spoon in the half drank cup of coffee. "I figured I was screwed anyways, so I did whatever and whoever I wanted. Finally, when I was fourteen I got tired of the therapists and my parents constant trying to change me so I snuck away and went home with a guy."

Noah watched him intently, trying not to stare too much, as he listens.

"I was mad and just planned to have sex with him a few times, then I'd go back home but when we went to a bar after he let me use a fake ID, that changed. There was this really hot guy there that everyone seemed to want. No one thought I stood a chance so I took the challenge and tried to get him to sleep with me." Pausing, Elijah picks at a pack of sugar, pretending to read the label.

"Did you succeed?"

Elijah nods. "Yeah, though I would rather not say what I did to convince him. But eventually he had sex with me. I was tired after, so he let me sleep in one of the small side rooms they had. When I woke up, the door was locked and I couldn't get out."

"What do you mean? What happened?" He couldn't drink the coffee anymore and he couldn't look away either.

"It turned out the man I had convinced to use me ran a prostitution ring. They forced me to take part. I tried to escape but there were too many of them." Elijah doesn't look up at Noah. He is still playing with the sugar packet and eventually tears it open, spilling the sugar onto the table. "It was several months before the police raid and I finally saw my family again. I died a couple years later."

"Wow." Noah isn't sure what else to say. He hadn't quite expected the discussion to go to such a dark place. "Does anyone know about all this in your story?"

He shakes his head. "No. No one really knows. Well, one knows some of the details since he manages the group but other than that I haven't told anyone yet. It's not easy to talk about and most of them wouldn't understand. The others are having a hard enough time with the whole being gay part."

Moving his chair, Noah put his arm around Elijah. He rubs his back as Elijah rests his head on his shoulder. "Thanks for telling me. You've obviously been through a lot. But things are better now aren't they?"

"They are better. Thanks for listening."

The Vampires Make a Character

2011-05-23T07:00:00.001-04:00

Jesu: Is the post were we write J.D. as a character?

Ema: Yeah, we're doing it now since last time we announced the news about our book instead.

Jalmari: This topic is simple, J.D. would love to be a vampire.

Jesu: I agree.

Ema: *Nods* Defiantly.

Jalmari's lips curl into an impish grin: The real question is which clan would she belong to?

Jesu returns his brother's grin and pulls out a large, leather book crammed with wrinkly yellow pages.

Ema rolls her eyes: Not that thing again.

Jesu sits and props the book on his lap. He flips through the pages: I think the Eretikan clan suits her.

Jalmari: Interesting choice...yes, I can see her quite at home with the Eretikan.

Ema: Ahem, some of us have no idea what you're talking about.

Jalmari: You ought to study then.

Jesu: The Eretikan was a Russian clan of vampires. Small, timid creatures, but very deadly. They looked a little bit like large fairies, but with fangs instead of wings.

Ema: Thank you for clearing that up.

Jalmari: It's too bad they're extinct.

Jesu shurgs: J.D. has the ability to bring them back, you realize?

Jalmari makes a face: I hope she didn't hear that.

Ema: If Jalmari thinks that would be a bad idea, then I definitely vote against it.

Jesu: Relax, this is only for fun.

Jalmari: I'm sure that little tyrant would be queen of the clan as well.

Ema gives Jalmari a look: I don't know how she puts up with you.

Jalmari: You know I'm right.

Jesu: As much as I hate to admit, I do think J.D. would be the villain in any story. Most likely a seductress.

Ema: Oh, you guys. I think J.D. would take a secondary job, like Maria, helping when she's needed.

Jalmari: Hey, Jesu, do you think she would have violet eyes or silver?

Jesu: Violet. It is her favorite color.

Ema snorts: I'm sure she'd have both.

Jalmari: Ahh, so you admit our author is a tyrant.

Ema: No! I just know she likes both of those colors and well...she made my eyes black and red...so why can't hers be violet and silver?

Jesu: Alright, so Eretikan vampire queen with violet and silver eyes and long, black hair...

Jalmari: With a Napoleon attitude...

Ema: What is with you and the short jokes?

Jalmari snickers: You just don't like it because she made you the same height - or lack of...

Ema: Oh, you are so dead!

Jesu: Can we focus please?

Jalmari: Call it "Dark Tyrant Imp"!

Ema: I'm leaving now.

Jesu shakes his head and chuckles.

J.D. walks into the room as Ema leaves. Ema: Do not ask them about today's post.

J.D. smiles: I'm just happy I finally found a topic you were all so eager to discuss.

What Adam thinks about Raye.

2011-05-20T20:58:00.000-04:00

I've been here for hours, watching the young people outside of my window and tapping Mia's pen against the paper. As I stand, the sun fades and the street lights flicker on. They coat everything in this amber hue. If the kids playing Frisbee notice the shift in light, they do not acknowledge it. I say kids, I am almost entirely certain they are in their mid-twenties. But it's difficult to tell these days.

I tap the pen to the beat of a heart, who's I cannot say. All I know is that it is definitely not mine, it stopped years ago in favour of lying dormant. I don't particularly blame it. Sometimes I wish I could follow is example. Living is tiring.

It's hard to say how long I stand, leaning against the windowsill and tapping, but it must be a substantial amount of time. It feels like moments ago that Mia left me here, to write my piece, and yet the door is already squeaking her arrival. I swivel to watch her unpack a bag onto the counter, trying not to mind that she seems to have purchased so many apples. There is such a thing as too many Granny Smith's. I wonder if she knows that.

"Finished yet?" She bundles the bag into a draw, slamming it shut. Years I have lived with her, and to this day I cannot fathom her system in the kitchen. "When you're done I have a fun thing for you to do."

"Fun?" I arch an eyebrow. Those are the exact words she described this task as.

"Yep." She smiles, drumming against the counter. I wonder that somebody so young can be so happy all of the time. Perhaps it is her heart I was tapping to. "Funner than fun actually, you will laugh so hard."

"What is the task?" I remove all inflection from the question, hoping she will note my lack of enthusiasm. She does not.

"You can't ask why, but after you're done you have to come outside with me and throw a Frisbee at somebody." She shrinks under my gaze. "Ok, fine, you can ask why. I need you to first steal a Frisbee from these guys outside and then throw it at them. I'm not, like, a revenge-y person normally but... ummm... well they nearly beheaded me."

"You're head seems fine," I say trying not to show my surprise. This is a task I might well enjoy, for once. It's not that I harbour any ill will against the boys outside but a task requiring both stealth and accuracy instead of contemplation sounds right up my street.

"I said nearly beheaded." Mia adjusts the mail pile, straightening it. "And it's only after you're done."

"I'm done now," I lie fluidly. She purses her lips, glancing at my hand and the notebook I clutch. I roll my eyes, motioning for her to lead the way. She does so reluctantly. And, as the door squeaks her departure I hastily pen the only thing I can think about the main character of Mia's zombie book before I follow Mia on a mission of semi-violent revenge. There are just three sentences:

I suppose, when it comes down to it, my main thoughts about Raye can be summed up in two questions. How does she always keep her hair so immaculate? And when will she return the book I loaned her?

Dominic Talks About Noah

2011-05-17T15:39:00.000-04:00

Dominic takes over the computer as Dawn naps.

I'm late but it's because Dawn isn't feeling good. She has a cold and took some medicine. So, it's up to me to do this post. It's about the main character, Noah.

I have known him for a long time. We went to school together though at first we weren't friends, not even close. He spent all of his time hanging out with that other guy, Ty. They were always doing pranks and getting in trouble, even though Noah tried to be nice about anything they did. He was way nicer than Ty anyways but Ty has always been kind of a jerk.

I'm not sure exactly what happened but one prank went wrong and Noah changed. He stopped hanging out with Ty and even quite using his powers for fun. In fact, now that I think about it, that was when his tests stalled. He was marked as having the most potential of all the mutants at the school, though now all were mutants, just a majority. Noah was predicted to be one of the strongest they had ever seen but he hasn't reached that potential, though I think he's faking that he can't do more. After Ty left because he wouldn't follow the rules things changed more. I started talking to Noah a bit more since I never liked Ty and eventually we became friends.

Then, well... then my parents died. I had no one and Noah was there for me. His family let me stay at their house though his dad never liked me. I think he didn't like that I was sleeping in the same room as his son. He always suspected I might be gay, though he seemed not to notice his son was definitely gay too. And then they did something I didn't expect and I'm sure Noah had a lot to do with it. They bought a place for me to live.

Noah lives there with me, for now. I guess what I'm trying to say is Noah is complex. He has these amazing abilities that he keeps hidden, very little ego and an amazing amount of kindness. He truly cares and never acts fake about anything. I don't know what I would have done with him.

If I Could Write Charlene Into A Book...

2011-05-11T01:53:00.000-04:00

Elaina and Vincent sneak into Charlene’s office and quietly close the door behind them. Vincent sits down at the computer and logs on.

Elaina: *whispers* Hurry, hurry, Vince. They’ll be here any minute.

Vincent: *waves his hand at the door and an opalescent sheen covers it and the latch locks* Eko Silyst. *the air thickenes*

Elaina: *squinches her cheek* Do you really think locking and blocking the door will stop them? *scowls and wiggles her finger in her ear as her words flattened*

Vincent: You don’t have to whisper. Eko Silyst is a silencing spell. And no. It won’t stop them, but it will buy us a little time. Now…

Elaina: *rushes to look over his shoulder*

Vincent: *types* The Meridian Maiden.

Elaina: Charlene’s not from Meridian.

Vincent: The topic is: “If you could write your author into a book it would be called … and she would be a …” *holds up a hand to accentuate the “…”*

Elaina: *folds her arms* Well then why not call it The Princess of Shilo City?

Vincent: *smiles a toothy smile* Because, I’m at the computer.

The door knob rattles, the latch unlocks, the opalescent sheen fades, and the silencing spell breaks. James leads Cole into the office.

Vincent: *grimaces* I forgot about James and his multi-tasking.

Cole: Nice try, Kid.

James: *motions for Vincent to move* I’ll take over here. *takes seat as Vincent gets up* *types* Goddess of the Ethereal Plane.

Cole: Wait. *a sly grin curves his lips* The topic didn’t say the book was going to be a real book. Why don’t we have some fun with this? *everyone looks at him and he reaches over James and types* Token Toad of Toad Suck.

All eyes widen.

Elaina: Cole!

Cole: What? Toad Suck is a small community near where she lives in Arkansas. I could call it Banshee of Booger Hollow.

Elaina: *covers her mouth and snickers*

Charlene: *enters the office* How’s it going, guys?

James quickly waves his hand in the air and Cole straightens, turning deep red.

Cole: Uh, duh, uh…well…

James: Cole came up with the perfect title and character. Why don’t you have a look.

Charlene: Oh, Cole, you did? That’s great. *looks over James’s shoulder and reads* The Lady of Cornerstone Summit. Aww. *hugs Cole* That is so sweet.

Cole: *looks at James with a “thanks for the save” look* Anything for you, Charlene.

The Announcement

2011-05-09T11:28:00.000-04:00

Ema, Jesu, Jalmari, Maria, and Naamah line up shoulder to shoulder. Each vampire has a big, goofy grin on their face.

J.D.: Okay guys, ready? Maria, we'll start with you.

Maria beams and steps forward: Darling readers, today we hope you forgive us for not following the assigned topic.

Naamah: While we would love to poke fun at J.D., we have an exciting announcement to share instead.

Jesu: Yesterday, our author, J.D., received word that Dark Heirloom has been accepted for publication and is now under contract with Muse It Up Publishing Inc.

Jalmari: So please take a moment to extend your sincere congratulations to J.D. Brown.

Ema: And know that by this time next year, Jalmari, Jesu, Naamah, Maria, and I will be available on e-readers everywhere! Congrats Jen, we all knew you could do it!

*All the vampires gather around J.D. for a group hug*

J.D.: Aww, I love you guys. *sniffle*

Ephram's favorite places

2011-05-02T05:00:00.002-04:00

Dawn enters the room carrying a tray of frosting covered chocolate chip and sugar cookies. Leaves for a minute and returns with a few sodas and a bottle of water. She sits in a chair, cookie in hand, waiting. Soon Ephram enters the room and stops when he sees the cookies.

Ephram: What are those for?

Dawn: You.

Ephram: *already has a cookie in his hands* Why?

Dawn: Just thought it would be nice. You go through a lot in the chapters I'm working on, so thought you might like a cookie. And you have to do this blog post anyways. You can share the cookies with anyone who comments on the post.

Ephram: Thanks. *bites into cookie, crumbs falling on his shirt* What do I have to talk about this time?

Dawn: Your favorite place to spend your free time. That means, no homework or anything like that. Where do you like to be when you are relaxing or having fun?

Ephram: Oh. I don't know.

Dawn: I am sure you an come up with something. Where do you like to be when you are alone? Where do you like to be with friends, like Isaac?

Ephram: Alone? I spend all my time in my bedroom, out of the way since my parents don't like me around. It's easier that way and I can spend time working on computers or reading. It's not very fun.

Dawn: Where do you have fun then?

Ephram: Well, I liked those times at the park. Playing on the swings. He was so crazy, swinging on his stomach like he was flying. I wish I could have done that too but it made me nervous. Or he would hang upside down on the slide. Isaac is just crazy and fun. Kind of wish I was more like him.

Dawn: You are fun in your own way. And you've been stuck alone a lot, once you get out things will get better.

Ephram: If you say so. Are we done?

Dawn: Yeah, this is fine. And yes, you can have another cookie.

Ephram smiles as he takes a cookie.

What I Wanted To Be...And Got

2011-04-27T14:06:00.000-04:00

Dressen: *sits, crosses his legs, and glares across the room at the others*

Elaina: *hands Cole his drink and leans close* Charlene really wanted him here for this post?

Dressen: I’d say she knows who the most driven of her characters is. Yes, Elaina. I heard you.

James: Drive has nothing to do with this topic.

Cole: Most driven. *mumbles* Nobody’s more driven than I am.

Dressen: I’ll grant you that you are determined concerning Anna. But you underestimate me, Cole Shilo.

Elaina: *blinks at him timidly* What does that mean?

Dressen: I’ve been at this game a long time. I knew what I wanted to be when I grew up at an early age and I saw to it that I achieved that dream. Weak minded morals never got in my way. And I’ll have one of those fine Ambrosias from Meridian.

Elaina: Oh, sure, Lord Dressen. *rushes to get him a drink*

Vincent: And what would that dream be? A self-serving, manipulative gloat?

Dressen: I get what I want.

Vincent: At the expense of others.

James: *holds up a hand to quiet Vincent* Let’s hold off on all that. That’s not why we’re here.

Vincent: And why are we here? If Charlene wanted Dressen to talk to the blog readers she could have just invited him to her office and leave us out of it.

Dressen And forego all this entertaining bantering? *chuckles* She knows what she’s doing.

James: Perhaps she wanted everyone’s input. Elaina, we’ll start with you.

Elaina: *blinks to the side and turns red* Um, come back to me. I think I need to think about this. *hands Dressen the ambrosia*

James: Okay, Vincent.

Vincent: I used to want to train gilrues. The first time Father took us to a show, I wanted to take one home with me.

Dressen: *cocks an eye* What’s a gilrue?

James: They’re similar to a seal.

Dressen: You wanted to train sea creatures? *nods with a cooked grin* Charming.

Vincent: *growls and sparks dance along his fists*

James: Well, I wanted to travel to the stars.

Elaina: An astronaut? Really, James?

Dressen: Well, Sir Cole, I believe that leaves you. And I must say I’m looking forward to your youthful dreams.

Cole: * looks at his glass as he swirls the liqueur* I wanted to write. Adventure, mystery.

Dressen: *smiles* A writer. I would be very interested in reading one of your works.

Vincent: *scowls* What’s going on?

Dressen: Pardon me?

Vincent: You’re being awfully…nice.

Dressen: *shrugs* You all merely confirmed that Charlene chose correctly when she asked me to do this post. Each of you had dreams as a child that were simply that. Dreams. As a child, I wanted it all. Trained servants to do my bidding. The senior position in the Grand Marshal’s court. *looks into Cole's eyes* A woman dedicated solely to me. And I saw to it that I achieved it.

Cole: *jumps to his feet and forces his thoughts to their minds* You’ll not have her!

Vincent: *neon flares arch from his fists*

James: *waves a hand and an opalescent barrier divides the room, separating them from Dressen*

Elaina: *gasps, eyes wide* Magic! *all look at her and she nods wildly* That’s what I wanted when I was little. And…and now I see it everyday!

Dressen: *chuckles and stands* It seems I’ve been exceeded. *raises his glass to Elaina then sets it on the end table* I’ll take my leave.

What Kat Wants to Be!

2011-04-27T09:27:00.002-04:00

Hi! When I heard what topic we were going to be discussing, I got totally excited and told Frankie I HAD to share. I HAD to! Had to, had to, HAAAAD to!

I want to be sooooo many different things!

I want to be a fire fighter because you can go around and save people.

And fire's pretty neat, you know. Well, except for all the burning and stuff and that's kinda bad, but not too bad because it's still pretty and you do realize that the Earth needs fire to clean out all the dead stuff, especially in the forests *nods* so that the new stuff can grow in.

Can you imagine if adults didn't die? Us kids wouldn't have a place to grow. That would just be not good. You know?

BUT! Fire is also really, really, REALLY hot. And you'd be going into buildings that are about to fall down on you.

*scared shrug* I doooon't knooooow. I think that might bad!

AND look at their outfits! *shakes head incredulously* Those boots? I've tried wearing MOM's boots, and that's bad enough! They're HUGE!

*thinking face*

Hmmm...I also want to be a ballerina. *girlie smile*

They're so pretty! And graceful! And I look awesome in a tutu! I do! I do!

But I can't stand on my toes! *sad face* I've tried. And all those ballerina stretches and exercises? They HURT! And have you seen ballerinas? They're really skinny! And I'm NOT!

I'm not fat. I'm just not skinny. Mom says I'm just right and I like that. She also says I'm due for another growth spurt, so that means I'm going to be very tall because I'm already really super gargantuanly tall.

And ballerinas should be small, skinny, weigh nothing and NOT be tall.

*pouty face*

But I look so PRETTY in a tutu!

So that leaves my LAST thing (for reals) that I want to be (seriously).

A CUPCAKE BAKER!

*definitive nod* YES! I'm going to be a cupcake baker.

And I'm pretty good at it too. Cupcakes are pretty and they're easy and they're fun and it's neat to come up with all different kinds of concoctions.

*shakes head and mutters* But that mustard carrot cake cupcake was NOT good. No, it wasn't. Don't EVER make that one again. BLECK!

*evil giggle* Yup, yup, yup! That's what I want to be when I grow up!

Now if I could just HURRY UP and GROW UP! *frustrated screech* Seriously!

What does Braelyn want to be?

2011-04-22T16:53:00.000-04:00

The clicking of the pages as I flip through the book, that's the only noise to break the afternoon calm. I love the scent that wafts off the pages. I'm thankful for the slight breeze against my cheek. It's welcome in this room, a place with no free air.

"See anything in there you like?" Adam peers over the rim of his spectacles. Even with his inquisitive stare it's hard to take him seriously. I guess lounging against the floor whilst reading the paper can do that to a guy. Also, his hair cut. I always find people who look like they've fallen through a shrubbery comical.

"Loads," I say. He nods, a strand of his hair flops forward over his face. Even his hair is dying in this heat. "One advert has a girl drinking a mimosa. I'd love one of those."

"Do you even know what a mimosa is?" Raye says, capping the glue stick. Her hair shines, metallic in the falling light. Even at the end of a long day she is full of colour, even as the sun goes down. I resist the urge to throw something at her as she smiles sweetly. When Raye does anything sweetly it's the exact opposite.

"I don't need to. Just like the way it sounds." I sniff and sit up. "Something's burning."

"No. It's fine." Tyler's hand waves a jar from the fridge in my direction. It retracts and he goes back to his search. There's a clatter and several apples tumble out. "I'm practicing."

"I want to be able to eat it when you're done," Raye calls, liberally spreading glitter on the paper she's fully glued up. "Can't you practice being a chef and not burn food?"

"I'm not sure. Can you practice being an archaeologist whilst lounging across the sofa and making a card?"

"It's for Mia," Raye snaps. "And you'll all be thanking me later when she forgets about this whole "what do you want to be when you're older" thing."

"I'm old anyway," Adam says, wrestling with his paper. "Hardly seems worth the effort."

"You'll get older." I set down the "top 100 jobs of 2010" book on the floor with a clunk. Really, the coffee table would be a better storage place but I'm not so certain Raye hasn't accidentally lathered glue on the rest of the surface.

"One would hope. But I'll be none the wiser if I'm still on the floor reading this newspaper in ten years." Adam glances at the book, red against the blue of the carpet, and then back to his paper. He looks like he wants to say something more but can't find the words. Probably something about where I've put it. Whatever. If he's such a book lover he can care for it. I'm reasonably sure Mia only gave it to us as a joke, a joke nobody laughed at.

"Don't be so harsh on yourself," I say to Adam. Lowering my voice, I lean forward to flick the top corner of his paper."I'm sure you'll at least get to the business section by Monday."

"Very humorous," Adam says in a flat tone. "And perhaps by then you'll have figured out what you want to do?"

"Don't count on it," I say, folding my arms. It's not that I don't want to figure it out, it's not. I just don't think there's much point. My life is here now and I like it. I should live for today and not for a future I may never have.

What Isaac Wants to Be

2011-04-18T04:16:00.001-04:00

What do you want (or did you want) to be when you grow up?

Isaac stares at the assigned topic. He looks around the room, stepping away from the computer before returning with a glass of water and an apple. Then he stares some more.

Isaac: Do I really have to write this?

Dawn: Yes, Isaac. I need someone to answer the question, so why not you?

Isaac: Yeah yeah. Umm.. What does it mean? Do what when I grow up?

Dawn: The general idea of the question is what you dreamed about doing once you are an adult. It could be a job, career or goal, though people often say dream careers. Is there anything you want to do when you are an adult?

Isaac: I don't know. I never really thought about it before.

Dawn: Why not?

Isaac: *shrugs* I kinda focus on right now. Surviving on my own and all since my parents... well, you know. Hard to think about being older when making fake school cards and stuff just to go to school. And having to move so much when bad things happen.

Isaac stares down at a few papers sitting on the desk. He starts to pick at a hole in his jeans above his right knee.

Dawn: I do know. Okay, how about this. Could you think about the question no? If you could be anything or do anything, in the future, what would it be?

It takes a few minutes of silence before Isaac puts his attention back to the blog to answer.

Isaac: Anything? That is so... much. Could I really be anything?

Dawn: Sure, you're young. Why not dream big. And it may change, you never know. I changed my answer to this who knows how many times. But I still know what I started with.

Isaac: What did you start with?

Dawn: Marine Biology. Something about living in the plains of Wyoming, no ocean anywhere nearby made me want to go study things in the ocean for a living. I still like biology classes but by high school I had moved to other things. Okay, I said mine. Your turn.

Isaac: Fine. I guess if I can say anything then it would have to be a photographer or video camera umm person. That would be fun. Oh and if I could take pictures of people displaying their mutations, not having to hide it or being kept from using it by those stupid bracelets. That would be fun.

Dawn: That is a great one. I'm glad you shared that. *writes down a note* Thank you Isaac.

Isaac: No prob. This is kinda fun, these posts. Okay, I should go sleep.

Dawn: So should I. But I'll work on finishing your and Ephram's first book soon, I promise.

Isaac: Great. I have work to do then...

Kie's Place

2011-04-15T07:30:00.002-04:00

When Anastasia asked me to do this post, I was really honored. But, I'm just not sure what my favorite place would be to spend my free time.

My first instinct is to say the elite Headquarters. I love the stone building and our bunk. The team all together, talking (well aruging). But even the banter there makes me feel good and safe - everything is normal. The common room is comfy and cozy in dark, calming colors. Plenty to read and do at headquarters so I am never bored. Training, fighting, reading, etc.

But, I'm pretty sure you guys don't want to hear me ramble needlessly through this post about headquarters and why I love living there. As it is, we spend a lot of our free time there anyway, since we do live there, but I'm pretty sure that is not what Anastasia wants me to talk about.

So, besides headquarters, what is my favorite place to spend my free time?

After thinking about it a while, I'll have to stick with headquarters, but perhaps more specific - the archery range. No matter how bad I feel, I can always go there, fire a couple of shots, and instantly feel better. (Besides, more practice couldn't hurt right?) Even if it's windy or raining, I enjoy being outside with my bow and the targets as my only company. The quiet - no people, no commands, no mission - just me with my thoughts. It calms me like nothing else. I love it.

My Favorite Place To Be

2011-04-13T00:01:00.008-04:00

Cole leaned back into his master’s chair and took a long swig from the bottle of liqueur. The liquid seared his throat and heat spread through his chest. He growled the sensation away. Reaching for the family’s Candle Vignette, he passed a finger over the cleft in the top. A visual flame flickered to life and he wrapped his hand around the thick cylinder. Mianna’s picture appeared in the flame.

He smiled and tilted the bottle again, allowing the bitter drink to coat his mouth before he swallowed it with a gulp. He clenched his jaw tight and grimaced from the liqueur’s effects. Leaning back into the leather chair, he propped his feet on the desk and cradled the magical picture album in his lap. Cole gazed at the cherubic face of his love.

“If only you could be here with me right now. Charlene wants me to talk to the blog readers about my favorite place to be. And the only place I can honestly say would be in your arms.”

Staring into Mianna’s blue eyes, he recalled the love that shown in them when she’d look back. A heavy sigh warmed his lips. “Remember when we met? It was James’s idea to go on holiday to the Northern Territory. An Arylin colony wasn’t my idea of the best time. But what better place to meet my soul’s mate than in a community dedicated to the Goddess of Love?”

A chuckle rumbled his chest and he shook his head. “And to meet the High Priest’s daughter. I knew the moment you looked into my eyes that you would be the one my soul followed through eternity.”

Cole ran his thumb across the encryptions on the Candle Vignette’s base. “Every memory I have of you is stored in here. You fashioning the topiary, the night of your first high social, our vows.” He looked back into her eyes. “The truth? Anywhere you are is my favorite place to be.”

The plush carpet hushed Charlene’s steps as she entered the study. Her hand rested on his shoulder and he looked up to see her soft smile. He cleared his throat and took another long swig from the bottle. Setting it on the desk with a ‘thunk’, he looked back at the image of his last wife.

“Probably not the post you were looking for.”

Charlene knelt at his side and looked at his memory of Mianna. “It was perfect Cole. Thank you.”

Too Much Spare Time

2011-04-11T00:55:00.002-04:00

*Everyone crowds around J.D.'s computer desk and looks over her shoulder.*

Ema: I don't get it.

Jalmari: Nor do I.

Jesu: *sighs* I am afraid I do not understand either.

J.D.: *puts her elbows on the desk and rest her chin in her hands* Okay, what don't you understand this time?

*The three vampires glance at each other*

Ema: Today's topic, "Favorite place to spend spare time".

J.D.: And that is confusing because...?

Ema: Oh, how do I say this nicely? Well, all our time is spare time lately.

J.D.: Hey! I've been working on you book everyday for the past two weeks. *pouts*

Jesu: Yes and we appreciate that, but we don't actually do anything while you edit.

J.D.: Well then, that should mean you guys have lots to talk about for this post, right?

Jalmari: Mmm.

Ema: All we do is lounge around your house.

Jalmari: Indeed.

J.D.: Great - talk about that.

*All three vampires groan*

J.D.: Oh, by the way... you guys are bunch of liars, mmkay? When was the last time I had a good night's sleep?

*The vamps glance at each other. Jesu rubs the back of his neck, Jalmari glances away, Ema bites her lip and looks at the floor.*

J.D.: *Crosses her arms over her chest* That's what I thought. Now get typing.

Ema: Alright, alright, I'll handle this. *She sits at the in the computer chair. Jesu and Jalmari watch over her shoulders*

*Ema types* - In our spare time, we like to bug J.D. about scenes for book 2 and the rest of the series, which, I would like to point out, she hasn't started yet...

J.D.: Not true! Book 2 is outlined, so NUR!

*Ema rolls her eyes and continues* ... which, I would like to point out, she hasn't started WRITING yet. J.D. doesn't like this because it causes her to toss in her sleep and often wake up and work on our story at all hours of the night. But we can't help it if we get bored at night, we're vampires, we're NOCTURNAL, plus we don't sleep anyways, but we are much more active in the night. If she had wanted normal characters, she should have stuck with humans.

Jesu: You are getting a bit harsh there, don't you think?

Jalmari: It works for me. *He wonders of to the living room*

Ema: I guess we'll just end it here?

Jesu: *nods* Let's go see if J.D. has any more O-negative in her fridge.

Ema: *glances at her hands* If she does, we better take it outside. I almost bit one of her Pomeranians last time.

Ransom Demands Over Frankie's Mind

2011-04-06T09:41:00.001-04:00

Paige: Holy COW! We're finally getting out. I thought this was never going to happen.

Dexx: *surely glare* Shut up. You were just out the other day.

Paige: No, no, no. That was the girls.

Ri: She was revising. Seriously? We'd already gone through what she went over like a million times.

Kat: *very pouty look* I. Am. So. BORED! I seriously wish Frankie would get a different job. Seriously.

Ri: *snort* Seriously? How serious are you? Are you seriously serious?

Kat: Like TOTALLY seriously serious.

Paige: Girls.

Dexx: We have to do an intervention. Somehow we have to get through to Frankie's bosses and tell them--

Paige: Dexx, sweetie, you do remember that we're pretend, right?

Dexx: Only in Frankie's head.

Paige: Precisely.

Dexx: Exactly. So if we could get a letter out to Frankie's bosses--

Ri: As the invisible people--

Kat: *perks up* --in Frankie's head--

Dexx: --then maybe--

Ri: --they'll let her take an evening off, or have a weekend--

Kat: *bouncing in chair* --or a SICK DAY!!!--

Ri: --so she can WRITE!

Frankie: Seriously, you guys?

Dexx: Shut up. *grabs the keyboard* We're on a mission to save you and us. Let's get to work.

*Frankie and Paige share a knowing look*

*Ri and Kat give them both the shut-up look and crowd around Dexx*

*Dexx clears throat and proceeds to type*

Dear Boss and Bossman,

As the Invisible People inside Frankie's Head, we Demand that you give her some time away from work so that she can Write. She's been working 7 days a week for months now, and guess what, she's not getting any further ahead. It's time you give her a break.

Boss, please step up and help out. Quit telling her what needs done and do something.

Bossman, please stop calling and reminding her of all the things she's been unable to get done. Dude, it's an impossible task. Get over it. Either get her some help, or stop talking.

Ri: You're going to tell Bossman to shut up?

Kat: *shakes her head* I doooooon't think that's going to go over very well. *shrug*

Dexx: *hits delete and starts over again*

Dear Boss and Bossman,

Thank you for providing Mr. Assist. He's been a very valuable asset. However, the job is still ramping up and things are progressing to not go well. With that said, Frankie's been pulling double and triple duty in order to attempt to save the job.

Things are not going well.

We need you to stop--

Paige: Oh, for the love of Pete! Move over! *hits delete*

Dear Boss and Bossman,

Greetings. We are the Invisible People. We're taking over Frankie's Mind. If she does not receive a day off within the next four days, we'll take over completely and will not give her back. Ransom demands must be met.

Refusal to meet our demands will meet with the ultimate destruction of Frankie's Mind.

Just to warn you, she's already on the verge of explosion. For your safety as well as hers: Give. Her. A. Day. Off.

Thank you,

The Invisible People

PS. We're not above haunting your ass.

Ri: *blink* Well, that's very....

Kat: *stuttering blink* ...blunt.

Dexx: *quirks lips* I was going to to say "direct".

Paige: Awesome.

*hits send*

Others Try for Resolution

2011-04-04T03:30:00.001-04:00

Yep, another portion of the other characters conversation but I promise, this one gives a bit more resolution to the problems exposed. I may let this one go a little longer just so it doesn't feel cut off like the last one. The characters have a lot to say still, so let's get to it.

Recap: Check out the other conversations - Part 1 and Part 2

The first to break the tense silence was Michael. He coughed a couple of times, then took a drink. It wasn't words but enough to crack the slight trance that had overcome the small group.

Andy (Andras) couldn't believe the way things were going. When he agreed to this conversation, he never imagined things would get so tense or interesting. He had figured there would be some conversations about weird plots or author torture like some of the character parties but nothing like this. Yet he found himself wanting to know more. "Okay. I have no idea what is going on but I need details. So, one of you needs to start talking."

"It's not what you think." Dominic spoke, forcing some volume into his voice to be heard even though they seemed to be the only ones in the bar. He was still blushing and having everyone stare at him didn't help matters. Being the center of attention didn't feel very fun. "I mean, I've been best friends with Noah for a long time and..."

"Then you slept with him?" Andy jumped to the conclusion and then nodded towards Bastian. "No wonder he's mad at you."

"I didn't. I mean I did but, not the way your thinking." He looked to Michael, hoping for a friendly face compared to the glare he could almost feel heat from but all he got was a curious glance in return. He sighed, taking a long drink before continuing. "Back when Bastian was deployed with the military, they decided to not be, or I'm not sure how they worded it. Noah didn't cheat."

There was a pause and then Michael spoke next. "Okay... But why you? I don't mean to offend you or anything. I'm just curious why he would sleep with you since I thought your were friends. Doing that with friends is usually a bad thing, I've heard."

"I told him to."

Dominic finally looked at Bastian and with surprise. He always assumed that the first kiss that started things between him and Noah had just been an accident or giving in to a moment. Never would he have imagined that choice had been a suggestions from someone else, let alone Bastian.

"A plot twist." Andy looked across the table. "Where is popcorn when you really need it."

At that moment a waiter appeared next to the table, clearing off the partially finished drinks to replace them all with fresh ones. Then he set down a bowl of popcorn and a bowl of pretzels before walking away. Dominic watched him leave but couldn't pull himself to take another drink or to grab a snack. His stomach turned as he avoided looking at Bastian.

"Why would you do that?" Michael voiced the question that Dominic wanted to know.

There was another tense pause as Bastian took a long drink from the fresh, cold beer bottle that had been placed in front of him before pushing the popcorn bowl away from his part of the table. He didn't look pleased but spoke anyways. "The thing about Noah is, he gets nervous about being intimate with someone and anyone new might have a hard time with his mutation. He lets out small sparks of electricity but Dom here knows all that. It gave him a comfortable place to start. Plus, I figured that way Dom would at least get some once in his life."

"Ouch." Dominic muttered the words only glancing up at Bastian before staring at the table.

"Sorry." The words didn't sound as strong as the previous claims but at least he said them. "But you never leave the house. You have no other friends or people you spend time with except for Noah. Answer one question for me."

Andy chose that moment to interrupt. "Maybe we should change the topic to something less personal."

Bastian glared at him. "This is between me and Dom, so shut it."

"You should be more careful when insulting a demon," Andy spoke slow and calm. "Considering we are in my world and not yours, I think you better rethink your statement."

"We can change the subject after I get an answer. Now, Dom, I just need to know one thing."

Giving in, Dominic rested his elbows on the table. "What?"

"Do you love him?"

The question wasn't what he expected and he struggled to swallow the slight fear that settled on his tongue. He floundered to offer something that wouldn't make Bastian angry. "That's not... I don't. Noah's like family to me."

"Don't lie." Bastian sounded so sure of his claims that the others watched him. "You don't sleep with someone you consider family. Just be honest: do you love him?"

Resting his head on one of his hands, Dominic couldn't look at anyone anymore. He stared at the twisted pretzels that remained untouched in a wooden bowl. Biting his thumb nail didn't get an answer out and at last he had to say something, anything to get over the topic. "He will never know. So, it doesn't matter."

Anger did not happen as expected and instead there was a whoosh sound of a sigh. Then Bastian stood up from the table. "As fun as this messed up night out has been, I need to get out of here. You boys have fun."

The others watched him walk out before turning to look at each other. No one knew what to say next.

Thoughts from the Captain

2011-04-01T15:07:00.004-04:00

Anastasia: *sits at her desk, staring at the new Kinir Elite website*

Derac: *leans over her shoulder* What are you doing?

Anastasia: Just trying to think of what type of things to put on your new website. We need something that updates the site often with new information.

Derac: Well you have the Captain's Log, that I'll begin to fill with things. I'm just not sure what you'd like me to share with the people.

Anastasia: That's the beauty of your log, Derac. You can share whatever you like.

Derac: *settles in chair next to Anastasia and props his feet on the desk* Well you are doing that A-Z blogging challenge correct?

Anastasia: Well yes, but that's on my blog, for writers.

Derac: *nods* Well, what if you sign me up for it too? I can talk about all manners of combat and weapons for the challenge on the Elite's site.

Anastasia: *gasp* Derac! That would be a great idea! Are you sure you want to take that on? That is a lot of blogging and you are still new to the internet world.

Derac: *shrug* How hard could it be? I know all the information already. I'll just dictate to you and you can write it down for me.

Anastasia: *crosses arms* I see. I'll actually be handling the internet part of things.

Derac: Well of course. Just because your mind can tell me how to use it, doesn't mean I want to. I prefer my world's simplistic technology. It's more trustworthy.

Anastasia: Yes, I agree. It can be at times. But still, are you sure you want to dictate that much information?

Derac: *chuckle* Considering the topic is about weapons, I'm sure you'd have plenty to say yourself.

Anastasia: *blush* You may be right.

Derac: Which is why I chose you as our author. You already have a love for weapons and battle. Besides, this way I can help promote our book. The fans can get a look into who I am and why I do what I do.

Anastasia: That is very true. *rubs chin in thought* Well, I guess if you're up for it, then I am too.

Derac: Excellent! I'll begin putting together information for the first post. A....for...Armor! Yes. B...for...*wonders off mumbling to himself*

Anastasia: *shakes head and returns to her own blog post*

****To read Derac's A-Z challenge posts, head over the newly built website for the Kinir Elite -- http://kinirelite.com/ then click on "Captain's Log". *******

I Love My Job

2011-03-30T03:00:00.000-04:00

Bethany: Charlene, come in. We we’re just setting dinner on the table. Linda made potato salad and put extra olives in it for you.

Charlene: Mm. Sounds good.

Elaina: Hi, Charlene. I made fresh rolls. Um, did you want me to them topped with extra butter?

Charlene: I’ll take some butter. But all that extra cream stuff is Cole’s thing. *pulls out a chair and wrinkles her nose* There’s a spoon of peanut butter in my chair.

Bethany: Oh, for heaven’s sake. Linda, Mechenzie got into the peanut butter again!

Linda: *enters the kitchen with, arms filled with stuffed toys* Good grief. The girls are so wound up. They’re tearing up the place.

Charlene: *chooses another seat* Ah, motherhood.

Linda: Did you have twins? It’s more common on Earth, isn’t it?

Charlene: Nope, no twins. I wanted to experience that through you.

Linda: *looks at the lot in her arms* Thanks. *drops the toys in a corner* I’ll get that peanut butter.

Ben: *enters and plops into a chair* Here when food's on the table again, eh?

Bethany: Oh, Ben. Charlene's welcome here any time. *sets a plate in front of Charlene* I hope you like steak.

Charlene: *looks at the large portion* I don’t eat much meat, but this looks great.

Elaina: Mother, you knew Charlene eats meat sparingly.

Bethany: Oh, I’m so used to dishing out Ben’s I guess I got carried away. *hands Ben his portion*

Ben: Charlene, I’ll take it if you don’t want it. *stuffs a chunk of meat into his mouth*

Charlene: Ben, I knew I could count on you.

Ben: *points his fork at Charlene* And don’t you forget it. I’m happy to oblige.

Charlene: I hope you feel that way about a few other things too, Ben.

Ben: Anything. You needing some help with something?

Charlene: Actually, I was thinking about the Shilos.

Ben: *huffs* Shilos. An odd lot. What have they gotten themselves into?

Elaina: Daddy, they’re not…odd.

Ben: Three men living alone at that shrouded mansion on the south side? Nobody really knows anything about them. They can’t be up to any good.

Linda: Really, Dad. They’re founder’s sons. They don’t have to explain themselves to anyone.

Elaina: I’ve met one, and he seems very nice.

Ben: *eyes his daughter* And how nice would that be?

Elaina: *blushes* Um, well, he’s very nice, actually.

Linda: Do I catch a hint of infatuation in your voice, Little Sister?

Elaina: Vincent is a very sweet man.

Bethany: Oh, Elaina. Is that the young man you’ve been seeing?

Ben: What? *stabs at another chunk of meat* You’ve been seeing one of them and this is the first I’ve heard of it?

Elaina: *sets the rolls on the table with a shaky hand* Uh, you have been busy, Daddy. I didn’t really want to bother you.

Ben: *scoffs a snort* More like you were skirting the inevitable. How long has this been going on?

Elaina: Oh, only a few months.

Ben: *chokes on his food* What?

Bethany: Now, Ben. *pats his shoulder* Elaina is twenty-one. She can see whomever she likes.

Ben: She’s still my little girl! I’m not having some stranger cart my daughter around.

Linda: *laughs* Everyone’s a stranger until you get to know them, Dad.

Ben: *growls*

Elaina: Well, Charlene introduced us.

Charlene: Don’t worry, Ben. Vincent is very caring and loyal. And so are his brothers...James for instance.

Ben: *glares at Charlene* What have you got up your sleeve?

Charlene: *forks at her potato salad and looks at Linda* He wanted me to come and speak with you about courting Linda.

Linda: *turns red and dabs at the peanutbutter* He's not...I mean, he doesn't...

Charlene: *smiles big*

Linda: Oh, my god. That big hunk of a man wants to get to know me?

Ben: What?

Charlene: *pats Ben's pudgy hand* Oh, it'll be fine, Ben.

Bethany: *sighs* Just imagine. Both our daughters with founder's sons.

Ben: *growls and leans toward Charlene* I'll get him for this. He sent you because he knew I couldn't argue with our author.

Charlene: *smiles and fills her fork* I do love wielding my power.

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An important request.

2011-03-25T20:31:00.000-04:00

Dear other characters in Mia's head,

Saluations! Firstly I just wanted to say that because we almost never speak apart from awkward moment in the corridor when we're passing each other on the way to the bathroom, and that's just awkward and usually I try not to catch anyone's eye. Literally and metaphorically because eyes are so squishy and, dead or undead, you guys should try to keep it to yourself.

Anyhow. Next is a kind request from your local neighbourhood future girl, me. I'll jump right in and say it; could we please stop leaving the toilet lid up? Hmmm? I know this is not glamorous but, frankly, it's just good manners and I expect better at least from some of the younger zombies. Elder zombies, I understand you have issues reaching things without dropping limbs, and I respect that stretching is an issue, but if you need help just gurgle. Sheesh.

Not only will this benefit the females of the house, this will also put a stop to the people falling into the basin of the loo. Do you know how much poker playing time was lost last week due to incidents like this? No? Well it was a lot and I really hate having to pry people out of it rather than getting my game on. I need the practice. I'm down at LEAST three shoes and some sort of scarf thing I procured from the wardrobe when Mia was off getting soup.

Plus, on top of that, we were nearly discovered by Mia the other day and that would have been terrible for all us. You know what will happen if she finds out about the card games in the bathroom. We can't afford to lose this room, it's the only one she's forgotten to ban. Remember? Right. Good. So put the lid down. You will find the next game time neatly penned beneath the fountain out by the third washing line. Just say the password and wait. Please also bring three shoes and some sort of scarf to the game, this will be your entrance fee.

Cool,

Braelyn

The Others continued

2011-03-21T06:00:00.001-04:00

Recap: Two weeks ago a group of secondary character, 3 mutants and 1 demon met in a bar located in Detroit. The demon, Andras (aka Andy) was late and walked into the middle of an awkward conversation. Dominic accidentally let it slip in front of Noah's boyfriend, Bastian, that Noah had said one of the rogue mutants was cute and he wasn't happy about that. Now Bastian is waiting for further explanation, Michael (the rogue mutant) is curious to hear more, Dominic wishes he could hide and Andy has no idea what is going on.

Dominic stared down at the ice in his glass, not looking up to see the waiting stare of Bastian. The steady thumb of fingers rapping against the table were enough of a reminder. He probably shouldn't have said anything. Noah might not like that he not only told Bastian but also Michael what he'd said that day. Oops.

"Well?" Bastian continued tapping the solid wood table.

Andras interrupted, giving a slight break for Dominic. "What are you all talking about? I seem to have missed something."

After another moment of an uncomfortable silence, Michael cleared his throat and responded. "Well, it seems that Bastian's boyfriend, Noah, told this one here that he thought I was cute. I'm sure it's not quite as big of a deal as they are making it out to be."

This caused the thuds against the table to stop. Bastian turned from his direct view of Dominic to face Michael. "So. You think I'm over-reacting? Is that what you are saying?"

"Well, yeah." Michael took a drink to swallow the anxiety he felt. Bastian was far more intense than he remembered from the hijacking that had been their first meeting. He was different now and almost a little scary with his muscled form and strong voice. "I mean, he wouldn't do anything about it. I have a boyfriend anyways. Cute doesn't mean that much, anyways."

Bastian frowned. "Whatever. So, Dom, when did Noah say this?"

Finally, Dominic found his voice. "Bastian, relax. It was a long time ago, back when you two were on break cause of the war. And that was all he said. Nothing to be worried about at all."

Tension relieved slightly, Bastian took another drink before directing another question in Michael's direction, ignoring the stray demon for the time being. "You have a boyfriend? Which one are you dating? Not that bossy one, I would imagine but hard to tell considering I don't know you."

"Ty? God no. He's straight." Michael shook his head as he forced out a chuckle. "Kelvin is my boyfriend."

"Oh. The weather boy. Interesting."

Andy stared at the mutants. They were a strange trio, though it was obvious the three in particular didn't usually spend much time together. The two seemed more familiar with each other and the third was a stray in the bunch. At least the awkward feeling had shifted a little from when he first sat down at the booth. The interesting part for him had been when he announced he was a demon and not a single one even blinked in his direction over the notion. They were too wrapped up in their own conversation. The whole "cute" conversation seemed a bit juvenile but whoever this Noah guy was, he was right. Michael was kind of cute. Not hot but still cute.

"What is your name again?" Dominic turned, grateful to have someone else to give attention to at the booth.

"Call me Andy."

Dominic smiled. "Okay, Andy. I take if you aren't a main character since none of us are. Are you dating the main character in yours?"

"No. Not dating Lucas."

"Did you sleep with him?" Dominic couldn't believe the question came out but he managed to pretend that he meant to ask it for real. The others looked a little surprised but didn't say anything to interrupt the new conversation.

The question got a small laugh out of the demon. He couldn't help but smile. "I haven't slept with him either, no. I take it by the conversation that the annoyed one has 'hooked up' with the main character."

Andy was surprised at the response. Instead of agreeing, the frowning one called Bastian looked even more irked as he stared at Dominic, who averted his eyes from the table, looking at the floor a few feet away. If he thought earlier had been uncomfortable, somehow he managed to make the situation worse as the two mutants both tensed. That was a bad sign.

And that's all for now. :-)
Hope you enjoyed it.

My Characters Need Me

2011-03-16T03:35:00.000-04:00

James walks into Charlene’s study and folds his arms as he watches her type.

James: What are you working on, Charlene?

Charlene: Gotta catch up on some new blogging goals. *glances up at him* Can I help you, James?

James: I’d like to talk to you about something.

Charlene: Okay.

James: *furrows his brows as she keeps typing* Well, it’s about… *fidgets and looks at the door*

Vincent and Cole: *nods and motions to Charlene with an encouraging hands*

James: *clears throat and rebalances his stand* I was just curious about…

Charlene: Yeah?

James: How...are things going with…Linda?

Charlene: Oh, she’s fine. Mandy and Mechenzie keep her busy. You know.

James: Yes, of course. *looks to the ceiling then back at his brothers*

Vincent: *cocks his head to the side and mouths silent words* Ask her!

James: *blows a heavy sigh through his lips* I just…well, I mean… I’m sure the twins are taking up much of her time.

Charlene: Mm, hmm.

James: *drops his hands to his side then drags one across is chest*

Cole: *leans to Vincent* He’s not going to make it.

Vincent: Should I blow up her CPU to get her attention?

Cole: *scowls at him* No. For once, just follow my lead.

Cole walks over to Charlene and gently takes her hand off the keyboard, cupping it in his. Vincent steps behind her and swivels the chair to face him. Charlene looks up and Cole gazes deep into her eyes.

Cole: *exhales a small breath of Zephyr and speaks to her mind with his thoughts* Charlene, there’s a favor I’d like of you.

James: *groans and steps back a few steps*

Charlene: *relaxes and places her other hand on top of his* My dear, sweet, Cole.

Cole: *smiles and brushes his fingertips down her cheek* Yes?

Charlene: *cocks a brow* Never try to use the breath of Zephyr on me again. *squinches a smile, releases his hand, and turns back to her computer* I created that gift. It doesn’t work on me. If this is about your situation with Dressen…

Vincent: *shoves Cole aside, grabs Charlene’s chair arms, and swivels her back to face him* This isn’t about Cole, it’s about Linda.

Charlene: Linda?

Vincent: And James.

Charlene: *looks at James* Oh. Is that what you were trying to get at?

James: *half grins and shrugs*

Charlene: I see. Okay. I need to get back to work on your story. *closes blog post file, pulls up Cornerstone Deep book two: Echoes, then begins to type*

James: *smiles as the story begins to flow and direction lights in his mind* I think I’ll go walk the topiary. *leaves the room with a smile*

Vincent: *nods and heads for the door* And it seems I have a wedding rush.

Cole: *frowns as he sees the plot unfold* Am I the only one not happy here? *shuffles to the exit*

Charlene: *glances at her files and shakes her head* Sorry, blog posts. My characters need me.

Name Change Announcment and Other Things.

2011-03-14T00:00:00.000-04:00

J.D. sits at her desk with a fresh cup of steaming coffee. She takes a sip while pondering the next scene. Ema enters the room and sits on the bed. She crossed her legs Indian-style and folds her hands in her lap.

Ema: Hey, J.D.

J.D.: Oh, hello Ema. Thanks for coming.

Ema: No problem. What's up?

J.D.: Well, as you know, I've re-opened Dark Heirloom and am working on it again. So I just wanted to touch base with you, since you're the main character.

Ema: Sure. What do you want to talk about?

J.D.: For starters, could you explain your new name to the audience?

Ema: Oh, yeah. *She faces the readers* This is Jenna speaking. J.D. changed my name to Ema. She said our names where too similar and that she's sick of everyone complaining about all the J names, so she caved and changed my name. I'm still trying to get used to it.

J.D.: Yeah, me too. So, Ema, how are you?

Ema: *shrugs* Fine.

J.D.: No complaints? Comments? Anything?

Ema glances around the room: Not really. Everything's pretty much the same.

J.D. sighs.

Ema giggles: You were looking for ideas, weren't you?

J.D.: Maybe.

Ema: The book's already written. I can't help you revise.

J.D. pouts: I know. Can you at least tell me what you think of the changes? *She waves a hand at the computer screen.*

Ema looks over J.D.'s shoulder: It looks good to me. Honestly, J.D., I'm not the writer. I can only react to what you throw at me.

J.D. grumbles: Alright. Can you at least tell me what you think about the changes I made to your character? You know, besides the name?

Ema thinks: You mean making me a History Major? Well I think it's awesome that you gave me a collage education, but it doesn't really help my situation, does it?

J.D. laughs: No, but it does make the scenes a little more fun later.

Ema rolls her eyes: You mean when I find out history is a big hoax? Yes, thanks for making my let-down an even bigger deal.

J.D. grins: You're welcome. I guess you can go if you want, but can you send Jesu in next?

Ema scrunches her face: You two spend a lot of time together. I know he's giving you ideas and I'm sure I won't like what they are.

J.D.: Hey, Jesu's on your side.

Ema scoffs: So he says. I'm not always sure. You know how loyal he is to his brother.

J.D.: Would you rather I get ideas from Jalmari? *wiggles eye brows*

Ema frowns: No.

J.D.: I didn't think so. :-)

Ema rolls her eyes: One vampire muse, coming right up.

J.D. rubs her hands together then starts typing.

Never forgotten

2011-03-11T20:22:00.000-05:00

When I was a kid I thought that the sun could be switched off. You know, like the t.v. had to be turned off and the goldfish given food before I wandered off to bed. The sun had to be turned off too, it was a chore. And it worried me more than you could imagine.

Actually, it was more a case of my parents told me it could and when you're young their word is law. So because they told me it was switched off, I believed them. And because I believed them it caused no end of concern. I always worried what would happen if they weren't around anymore. I had this irrational fear.

It got to the point where they had to show me to make me calm down, which is irrational in itself if you think about it. They should have just admitted their false claim. But no. There was this switch underneath the stairs, looking back I guess it was just a dud switch, but my parents swore blind that this was the switch for the sun. They even let me take up the family responsibility a few times, just to prove that it worked. They'd stand me there just before the sunset and let me think I was putting out the sun. It did make me feel more comfortable for a while, I have to admit, I let myself see them as invincible keepers of the sun for a time.

It's only now, as I lie awake and watch the twigs knock against my window in the December breeze, that I know different. It is only now that I would swap a thousand sunsets for a few more moments with them. It is only now that I wish they were as invincible as they once claimed to be.

The sun still sets without them, you know, even though their bodies lie resting in the earth. The switch in my house must have been bypass on that day, somehow, because nothing stopped when they died except my maybe a piece of my heart.

When I was younger...

2011-03-07T19:33:00.000-05:00

Ephram sits on one of two computers, papers covering the desk and a pen tucked behind one ear. He frowns at the title for his blog entry, tempted to erase it. Picking up a school book, he looks through it for the day's homework assignment but puts it down because he can't avoid doing either assignment and the blog is due first. So, he types.

I hate talking about my childhood. It wasn't that long ago and it wasn't bad really. Most of the time it was boring despite my difference. This was back before we moved, so it wasn't a secret so I didn't make friends well but I wasn't hated either, which surprised me. But the memory I am supposed to post, I don't like to share. Especially with strangers. It's not bad or anything gross, I just don't like people thinking I'm girly and it makes me sound that way.

But I have to tell it anyways because she can't seem to get any of the older characters to talk about what they were like as kids. Stupid adults.

Speaking of adults, my parents are different than me. That is to say, they are normal and I'm not. Neither of my parents have what the government calls "a significant amount of mutation." It is a wonder how mine ended up so messed up. I think they blame it on a distant grandfather but I can't be certain. No one ever talks about it with me. And when I used to ask questions they always changed the subject, talking about anything but how I got my mutation. So, the only information I have is from conversations I secretly listened to in the past.

We even look different. Both her and my dad are very fair skinned with light blonde hair and blue eyed. My skin is almost as light as theirs but my other features are different. My hair is dark brown, almost black and my eyes are hazel. As a little kid I used to watch Mom early in the morning get ready for work. As I would watch I always wondered why I couldn't look like her and Dad. This is what makes me seem girly. Cause I would watch her get ready for work with the fancy brushes and makeup and a little part of me would wish I was a girl or a normal boy. Then she would spend more time with me.

I know that she is gone most of the time for work and not because I'm different, but it's crossed my mind. Dad isn't much better and he works less. It just sucks.

I hate being so different. Okay, there is my childhood memory. I have homework to do now.
Bye.

My childhood. Grrr. This is impossible.

2011-03-02T00:01:00.016-05:00

Vincent: *leans arms on the kitchen table and wiggles pen in between his fingers. Sighs then repositions the pad of paper and jots a few lines*

My childhood memories… I grew up in Meridian. Our manor was surrounded by trees with long branches that reached the ground like vines and I would climb them like ropes.

James: *sets a plate of muffins on table and glances at his writings. Chuckles* Charlene recruited you to do the childhood memories blog?

Vincent: *rakes fingers through hair* Yeah. But how do I relate life in Meridian to the Cornerstone dimensions without having to explain everything? *looks at his scribbling* ‘Long branches that reach the ground like vines’. I can’t very well just say the credial. And this is the closest translation. They don’t have those here.

Cole: *cocks a chair to the side and sits, grabbing a muffin and reaching for the butter* Talk about all the times Mother got on to you for loosing your temper and blowing up the place. That would fill a room.

Vincent: *sneers*

James: Why not tell about the holidays to the other planes Father took us on. Which one was your favorite?

Vincent: The time we visited Cornerstone Summit. But, I was legally an adult when he let me come with you guys. This is supposed to be about my childhood.

James: Well, our childhoods are short in comparison to our life spans. And you were still very young.

Cole: *laughs* The trip to Earth? *nods as he remembers* Of course. That would be your favorite. The pharaoh’s daughter.

Vincent: *smiles* Yeah, I didn’t think Father would ever allow me through the portal again. Didn’t think he’d ever let me set foot in public again.

James: Well, you shouldn’t have blown up that statue.

Vincent: That guy was way out of line.

James: That guy was her brother and he caught you two in the stables. You influenced that culture with that display. They thought you were a god. Father had every right to be angry.

Cole: *leans toward Vincent* So, tell me. Was she worth it?

Vincent: *smiles wider*

Cole: Admit it. She was your first.

Vincent: I haven’t admitted that to you in all this time. What makes you think I’ll admit it now? *grimaces at his slip in wording*

Cole: *laughs and spreads butter on his muffin* I knew it.

Vincent: *glowers over his paper* So, you don’t think I should tell about the time I built that sand sculpture without manipulating the elements?

James: These people do that all the time.

Vincent: But it took a lot of time and patience.

Cole: Ninety percent of the spectrum’s population has more patience than you do.

Vincent: *scowls and leans back into his chair* Then, I have nothing.

Charlene: *enters kitchen* How’s it going, Vince?

James: Vincent thinks his childhood was too uneventful for this task, Charlene.

Charlene: Oh? *looks over Vincent’s shoulder at the few jotted sentences* Oh. Well, what about all the times you got in trouble for blowing things up?

Cole: *chuckles and looks away*

Vincent: *leers at Cole then scribbles on the paper*

Things happened. I got mad. Sparks came out. I blew things up. Mother got angry. I got in trouble.

Vincent: *tears paper from pad and hands it Charlene* Okay. There you go. *looks out at blog readers* Blog post done.

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Interview with a Vampire

2011-02-28T00:00:00.001-05:00

J.D. sips a mug of coffee at the dining table. Jesu enters and sits across form her. "You wanted to speak with me?"

J.D. glances up. "Oh, Jesu, hi."

"Hello."

"Um, yeah, I decided we've been slacking off with our character posts and I'd like you to do today's topic."

Jesu smiles. "Of course. What is the topic?"

"Childhood memories."

Jesu furrows his brow and licks his lips. "Oh."

J.D. quirks a brow. "Oh?"

Jesu folds his hands in his lap and concentrates on the crystal candle holders on the table. "It is just that ... my childhood wasn't a very happy one."

J.D. snickers. "It's better than the alternative."

Jesu raises his brows. "Which is...?"

J.D. wrinkles her nose. "Jalmari's."

Jesu chuckles. "Yes, my childhood is much brighter than his." Jesu shakes his head. "My poor brother."

"Exactly. So, will you?"

Jesu sighs. "I suppose there is no harm in it. The real challenge is deciding which memory to talk about."

J.D. grins slyly.

Jesu cringes. "I do not like that look."

"Tell them how you became a vampire."

Jesu rolls his eyes. "Some how I knew you would say that."

J.D. giggles. "Please?" She gestures to her bedroom door, where the computer is waiting on the other side. "And don't leave out the all the good details! It took me ages to come up with that part of your life."

Jesu chuckles as he stands. "That is a lie, it took you five minutes."

J.D. sticks her tongue out. "So?" She points to her bedroom door. "Go. Scoot!"

Smiling, Jesu salutes J.D. before heading to the computer. He steps over her mess of clothes and bits of paper, then sit at her desk and logs onto Blogger.

How I Became a Vampire
By Jesu ta Korento

The year was 391 B.C. and it was the night before my 15th birthday. I was asleep on a bed of hay (something that, to this day, makes me grateful for modern mattresses) in the slaves keep when my Master woke me. I remember the look of urgency on his face. He rushed me to to his bed chamber. I thought for sure I was in trouble for something even though my master was much kinder to me than he was to the other slaves.

When we arrived, he shut and locked the door. Obviously something was wrong, but he did not speak a word of it to me, so I could not ask. Slaves did not speak unless spoken to. He grabbed my arm and yanked me toward his bed.

The Lady of the house, my Master's sister, sat at the edge of the bed. She was a beautiful woman, all milky skin and long, orange hair. But that night, her emerald colored eyes hung in distraught. "Oh, Connor, you do not have to harm the boy," she said. He was not hurting me, but I was frightened.

She gestured for me to sit next to her, so I obeyed. She took my hands in hers, which was not unusual. She was always a warm soul. She treated me as fairly as she treated her own son. "My dearest Anwell," she called me by the pet name she'd given me, loosly translated as beloved one. "How you have grown into a man. I have been blessed to watch you grow up, I never thought ... but now I must tell you ...." She squeezed my hands as her breath caught.

"For gods' sakes, Jord," said my Master. "We do not have time for sentiment. Tell the boy now or send him away."

My heart raced. Away? I did not want to be sent away, I liked it there. I knew it was foolish, but I had come to think of the Lord and Lady's castle as my home.

The Lady swiped at her eyes and nodded. She placed a hand on my cheek. "Dearest Jesu, I am your mother."

I jumped to my feet, but held my tongue. A thousand questions raced through my mind, but I focused on the floor, not sure if asking would be too bold.

My reaction seemed to upset her. She threw her arms around me and pulled me against her. "Oh, my son, I wanted to tell you, truly I did, but it would have endangered your life."

"I ... I do not understand."

"I am your mother, Jesu. Conner, is your uncle."

I glanced at my Master. He nodded. "It is the truth, my boy."

I blinked back tears. "Than, why...?"

"Oh Anwell, you know what we are. Surly you must have noticed, after all this time, how we are different."

At first I thought my mother meant how she and my uncle were surrounded by riches I could only dream of. Of how her husband, my father, thought he was above the law.

"You must have noticed, Jesu, how your uncle and I do not eat food. How we are awake at all hours of the night. Do you not notice our dislike of the sun?"

As a matter of speaking, I hadn't noticed. Being a slave was tiresome work. I slept from dusk to dawn in the slave keep, which was across the way from the castle. How was I to notice anyone was awake after hours? Back then, only the working stock had tans from tilling the garden. A woman of good breeding always stayed indoors and shielded her sensitive skin from the sun. As for their feeding habits, I did not work in the kitchen.

I shook my head.

My mother looked distraught. "Jesu, I don't know how else to tell you ... your father and I ... your uncle ... we are all vampires."

I had herd the term before. The other slaves sometimes whispered it in regards to the Lord and Lady of the house. They always spoke it in a nasty tone, but I never bothered to ask what a vampire was.

"Son," said my uncle. "We are demon folk."

"Oh Conner, do not give the boy the wrong idea!" She faced me. "We are not human, son. We are of a different kin."

I glanced at my uncle and then my mother. They both wore the same expression of hope, but I did not understand. "So... I am vampire too?"

"Unfortunately, no. You are human."

My mother frowned. "We do not understand why, but sometimes our children are not always born the same."

I thought of my mother's first son, my brother, my father's favorite. Understanding began to shine. "Jalmari is a vampire," I whispered.

My mother's eyes gleamed in the moon light. "Yes. You must be terribly upset, but now is not time for explanations and apologies. You are a man, and your father has long noticed how your uncle and I favor you. He does not like it. He feels threatened and your father does not like threats."

"My father does not like me?"

"He does not know you are his," my uncle clarified. "Your birth was hidden from him. He would have killed you and possibly even blamed your mother. That is why we led you to believe you were an orphan."

Feeling light-headed, I leaned against my mother. I would have sagged to the floor if she wasn't still holding me. "Why are you telling me this now?"

My mother glanced at my uncle then took a deep breath. "I wanted you to know the truth before... before we..."

"Before you send me away," I finished. "My presents threatens the Lord, so now I must go. I understand."

My mother hesitated. "There is an other way. You can become a vampire and stay with us, should you choose."

I perked up. "How?"

My mother bit her lip. She furrowed her orange eyebrows and glanced away as though having second thoughts.

"A bite," said my uncle.

"A ... a bite?"

He nodded. "A simple bite of the flesh from one of us is all it takes."

"Then ... then why did you not bite me when I was a baby?"

"It is not that simple," my mother snapped. "Becoming our kin through bite curses the vampire! You would lose your will. You would be forever damned to obey the vampire that bit you. How could I make that choice for my infant?"

"Aye," said my uncle. "Your miserable existence falls to your mother's inability to turn you with out your permission."

"Oh Conner!"

I glanced at them. "Is it really true? All you have to do is bite me and I can stay?"

Mother blinked at me. "Well, yes, son. But you have a choice. You can leave and continue life as a human --"

"Forgive me, madam, but why would I choose that?"

She bit her lip. "You will live a very different, very long life. You will never sleep again. You will never see the light of day."

"Quit trying to talk him out of it, Jord, you know this is what you want too."

My mother turned a sidelong glance to my uncle. "Of course I want my son to stay with me, but he is a man, Conner, and deserves to choose his own fate."

"Mmm. So what will it be, boy?"

The answer seemed obvious to me. "I want to stay. I want to be a vampire ... please, I do not want to leave."

My uncle chuckled. "No need to beg, boy, we are happy to keep you. All you have to decide now is who you want to be your sire, your mother or I, and do not not think either one of us will take offense if the other is chosen."

"I do not mean to rush you, dearest, but it is nearly dawn. Your father will be back soon."

I sucked in a deep breath. The decision was already etched on my heart. My poor mother thought I loathed her for keeping me in the dark, but I couldn't have been happier. I had a family. All this time, I had people who loved and watched over me, right here. "I want you to do it ... Mother."

She touched her fingers to her lips. "Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Than, you best give me your wrist."

I raise the underside of my arm to her beautiful lips. She grabbed it but paused to give me one last glance.

"Please," I whispered.

She leaned over my arm. I squeezed my eyes shut and clenched my jaw as her teeth pierced my skin.

I have been a creature of the night from that day forth. My father was terribly angry when my mother told him, but he eventually came to tolerate me. My brother and I have been inseparable even since.... well, at least until Jenna came into our lives. But that is a story only J.D. can tell.

It just never ends.

2011-02-25T19:09:00.000-05:00

Mia,

Congratulations. You have completed phase one of the hostage situation we have going on here. As a token of good faith etc etc please find enclosed one page of your notebook and also a mint. The mint might look slobbered on but that was totally how we found it.

Right. Next thing on el agenda. So you've made it this far, and we are enjoying are Heelys very much thank you, but like all wonderful kidnappings you now have other hoops to jump through. You have twenty four hours to produce twenty four cupcakes plus also better working conditions for everyone.

Don't even try the old sympathy plea because we are all at our wits end with you wandering around singing all the time and playing laundry wars and stuff. Don't push us. We're so serious this time.

Totally still watching you and ignoring the fact this is open topic week or whatever,

A. Non.

The Others Get a Turn

2011-02-21T18:32:00.001-05:00

In an empty bar located in detroit, Dominic shuffles through the door and looks around unsure of who he should be searching for before sitting down at a booth in the back. He orders a beer from the server that suddenly appears and begins to fiddle with the metal band on his right wrist. It kept him from sleeping in the world where he was from but he didn't know if it would work here.

"Hey Dom," Bastian settles into a seat across from him.

"Oh, Bastian, hi." Dominic looked around for a second, for either someone else or a waiter. "Do you want a drink? The person should be back soon. Is Noah supposed to be here too?"

"I don't think so. Dawn has him busy and he's been on here before. She said something about us seconds getting a chance to hand out and talk." When the waiter brings Dominic's beer to the table, Bastian orders a drink and then they sit in silence.

Dominic looks around the room, trying to keep his gaze away from Bastian. To his relief someone else approached the table. It wasn't someone he knew but that was okay. He indicated for the guy to sit next to him as he said, "Hi."

Watching the newcomer order a water with lemon, Dominic took the distraction to examine his appearance. He couldn't help but feel he should know the stranger but the name was just out of reach in his mind.

"What are you doing here?" Bastian said in the direction of the newcomer.

Both were surprised but the newcomer shrugged it off first before responding, "I was told to be here."

Dominic had to ask at that point, "Sorry but umm, who are you exactly?"

"Michael." He smiled before tending to his drink.

"Michael." Dominic repeated the name and then it came to him. "Oh, Michael. You're the rogue that Noah said was cute. Now I remember."

"What?" Bastian snapped, his posture going from almost perfect to stiff. He didn't look happy either.

Dominic looked down at the table. He probably shouldn't have repeated what Noah had said about the other mutant, let alone in front of Noah's boyfriend. So, he tried to divert the conversation. "How do you know each other?"

Bastian doesn't respond and Michael bites his lip before taking a drink of the water. After that, at least he gives the answer. "The group I am with, we used him to get Noah to help us. Sorry about putting the knife to your neck like that. We didn't plan to hurt you."

"Sure you didn't." Bastian glared at Michael before focusing on his own drink. "I can guarantee it won't happen again."

Things were tense but the tone changed at once when someone else sat down next to Bastian. This caused Bastian to shift closer to the wall, away from the second newcomer, while the other two looked up in surprise. It was Dominic, as usual, who greeted the man. "Umm, hi."

"Hello. You are the mutant characters right?"

"Right... who are you?" Dominic had a feeling he wasn't from their world by how he had mentioned the word mutants. His voice didn't sound scared or anything but instead had a slight interest with a smile that was more of a smirk as the stranger pulled out a cigarette.

He lit the cigarette and took a drag before ordering a drink. He winked at Dominic. "Andras. You can call me Andy. I'm a demon from Detroit, so Dawn had me meet you all here since you're not familiar with the location."

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." Bastian doesn't give him much acknowledgement even, and instead stares at Dominic. "Noah said that about him? Explain now."

Dominic looked at Andy and Michael, uncertain as to what he should say. Michael gives him a look of interest and Andy obviously has no idea what is going on. There is nothing to save him from Bastian's anxiety, so he has to say something.

To be continued...

Lord Dressen's Request

2011-02-16T05:24:00.001-05:00

Lord Dressen pulls a chair up to Charlene’s desk.

Charlene: *looks up from her typing* Hi, Kyle. Is there something I can help you with?

Dressen: Yes, I have a request.

Charlene: *leans back in her chair* Okay.

Dressen: I don’t believe you portrayed my intentions accurately concerning Anna.

Charlene: Oh?

Dressen: I’ve wanted her a long time.

Charlene: Yes.

Dressen: And I gave her countless opportunities to accept my attentions.

Charlene: Yes.

Dressen: And the way I understand it, it's my standing as Grand Marshal that keeps her from being at my side.

Charlene: Well, she is looking for a soul mate, Kyle.

Dressen: But, she can’t get past the idea that a Nobleman might be that soul mate.

Charlene: And you feel justified in what you’re doing to get her to see your side of things.

Dressen: Yes. It’s justifiable. But, I have one concern. The readers may see my actions as self-fulfilling. I’m not only doing this to satisfy carnal pleasures. I love Anna.

Charlene: I see. Would it help to have a scene between you two that’s a bit more…sensitive?

Dressen: *straightens in chair and smiles* Yes. Show that I’m not cold, power-seeking, and ruthless...that I'm as capable of showing love for her as Cole Shilo is.

Charlene: Oh. Well, I’ll try to work something in the storyline to express your…feelings for her better.

Dressen: *nods with a sigh as he stands* I’m glad we had this conversation. *tugs at his vest and looks at his watch* Now, I have matters to finalize.

Charlene: The new curfew?

Dressen: *holds up a finger to accentuate his point* It’s the only way. *turns and leaves*

Charlene: *smiles and swivels her chair to view the closet* Okay, he’s gone. You can come out now.

Anna: *opens the door and peeks out* Is he for real? *sits in the chair and shakes her head* He is so messed up. You’re really going to make him look all sensitive?

Charlene: *turns back to the computer* With his personality? *chuckles* There’s only so much that can be done.

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A (belated) letter

2011-02-12T23:04:00.000-05:00

Mia,

Your characters have totes been busy with other stuff (as you will soon see) so you can hardly blame them for being a day late and contacting a third party to help them do this. Hardly. Geez. It's not like you were in a rush to do anything to do. They should know, they've been watching you. Anyway, here's how it's going to go down.

Somebody has taken your most prized pen and notebook as of 11am on Saturday the 13th of February 2011 and they may or may not want payment.

Yeah, that's right, they finally did it. It's not hidden about the house where you can find it, oh no, suffice it to say the notebook and corresponding pen are tied up in a bundle and hidden somewhere really secure but not actually safe. This bundle may be dangling over an open flame as we speak, it's hard to tell what with all the smoke coming from over where everyone is standing.

So. There's you dilemma for you. You have no notebook. They kidnapped it and now your WIP hangs in the balance. You have twenty four hours to deliver the ransom. What ransom? Well that's easy because there is a list.

1. Your characters will do more sighing/winking/eyebrow raising/weird breathing unless absolutely you might die if they don't necessary.

2. Everyone gets Heelys.

3. Cheese.

4. Stop ending chapters on cliffhangers and exploding things because you get stuck.

5. Less waking your characters up at unreasonable hours and more drinkies for us... er, I mean them. They want the drinkies. *whistles* They have a Union, you know.

And there you are. No more and no less. You have twenty four of your earthling hours. Do not disappoint or they swear your notebook with the ideas will meet an untimely demise. They are so not kidding this time.

Yours expectantly,

An interested party.

p.s. I would give the bathroom, like, five minutes because this interested party may or may not have made it a bit fragrant whilst we were popping by to get some sugar. Not from the toilet, from the fridge, I just needed to use the bathroom too. Wait, shoot, I switched to first person again.

Letters to Dawn

2011-02-07T05:00:00.001-05:00

Dear Dawn,

First let me say thank you. Thank you for writing our story even though many people are getting tired of angels. Thank you for doing this story and for liking me as a character. I really do appreciate this. And I understand that you're a very busy writer. I was just wondering: are you going to get back to the story I'm in any time soon. I have been stuck with this guy in my apartment for months and it's a little awkward. I mean, Lucas asked about seeing my bedroom and then nothing. I don't know if I should show him. Should I invite him to stay? I feel bad that he doesn't even have a bed where he is living right now but don't want to get in any more trouble right now. I'm already grounded from going to the club. I know I deserved it and that night was really worth the punishment. Thank you for that, by the way, I really had fun even though I almost gave in. Speaking of, do you think Lucas likes me? Will he still like me if we can't have sex? I hope so. I can't put my finger on it: there is just something about him. I never had a relationship before, though you know that already. It would be really nice to have one even if we never sleep together. Lucas, he's so.. this feels so weird. I don't know what I'm even doing. So, umm if you could find time to come over and help me out, I would really appreciate it.

Sincerely,
Elijah

Elijah, you are so kind. I'm glad you are one of my characters. And I'm so sorry that I haven't been able to write your novel. I do want to and I promise that I still love the story even though I haven't written in the book for months, I really do. I will do my best to get back to your novel as soon as I get my head in order and finish the YA draft. I can't wait to see what happens next. Thank you for being such a great character.

Dawn,

What the Hell? Seriously? I die in the first chapter, become a stupid minor demon, and then you take me all the way to this really cute guy's house and leave? Ugh. This sucks. I mean, it's hard because the past months have been so lame. Then I met this guy, Elijah. He's really cute and we almost had sex at the club. Then I find out he's in my English class and now I'm in his house, staring at his bedroom door and you leave us there for months while you write other stuff, or pretend to be writing but really your just hanging around online. I don't even care if we have sex or not, just let me know. Elijah, he's so... Do you think he likes me? Could he ever like me? Did he tell you anything? I sound crazy. Okay, just, could you please come back and at least finish this chapter so I'm not stuck waiting. I would really like that.

From,
Lucas

Oh Lucas. I'm sorry that I haven't gotten to your novel. And I know it sucks about the whole death and demon thing but you got a lot of action that first chapter. So, at least you have that. And I don't know about Elijah. You'll just have to wait and find out. I will try to get to your novel by this summer. The other novels just need my attention right now. But I promise, you'll like what happens.

To Anastasia with Love

2011-02-04T03:54:00.005-05:00

Dear Anastasia,

I am truly honored you chose me as the hero of this story. I know the story originated as a contemporary novel to honor your father, a soldier. I am proud to still honor such a man with my own story. Your world and mine can use more men like him.

Please accept my utmost gratitude for your own dedication and sacrifice to sharing my story with the world. I know it has been a difficult journey for all involved, including myself. I am honored to have worked with you on this project.

Know that I will always be here, even after the story is done. I have enjoyed every moment we have had together and I don't want to lose any future moments with you. I will continue to visit you in your dreams and caress your imagination with my adventures and love.

Thank you for everything, Anastasia. I pray you never lose your love of magic and child-like sense of adventure.

All my love,
Derac Vidor

Dear Ms. Wilson

2011-02-02T01:00:00.022-05:00

Dear Ms. Wilson,

In light of Cornerstone Summit’s, or in your dimension’s familiar terms, Earth’s, celebration of love, be it know to you as Valentine’s Day and your birthday, I have been called upon by Sirs Cole, James, and Vincent Shilo to extend the following invitations for February 14, 2011.

Sir Vincent wishes to meet you at 7:30am at which time he will whisk you by Smoke of Night to the northern providence of Terra to ski the slopes of Higotham. Appropriate attire has been sent with this request and he asks that I reassure you there is no worry for lack of skill. He will guide your balance at all times.

Sir James offers an afternoon of relaxation which includes a full body massage in the sunroom. Confections from Midway Summit and a personal note are included with this letter. He asks that it be withheld from blog print as it is of a personal nature.

Please find with Sir Cole’s invitation a bottle of the finest Ambrosia of Meridian. He wishes to escort you to Shilo City’s Ball of the Bells, to be held on February 14, 2011. Should you choose to accept, a carriage will arrive at 7:00pm. Arrangements have been made at Chantelli’s Formal Wear and Armerello’s Jewelry to allow you to select your choice of gown and accessories. He also wishes me to assure you that the Song of Meridian will be played, spotlighting the two of you in dance.

May I add my deepest wishes for an enjoyable birthday on this day of love. It has been my pleasure to perform this duty.

Sincerely,

Tyler Ballard

Officiator to the Nobles

Charlene: *turns bright red* Oh. My. God! Cole, don’t you dare fill Dressen’s order!

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Dear J.D. ....

2011-01-31T00:00:00.001-05:00

My characters left me a little note on my desk this morning. Very funny guys... In case you can't read it, it says:

Dear J.D.

I know it's your first time trying to juggle two novels at once, but I'm disappointed that you went back to the vampires before you finished Siren Goddess. Please get on that.

- Seth

P.S. We're out of beer!

Seth,
You can't send that to J.D.! That's mean. Besides, it's supposed to be a blog - Ana

Ana is a poop head

Jerk

*Seriously, we're out of beer
- The Sirens

We also seem to be out of blood, Jesu

Sneaky takeout.

2011-01-28T13:26:00.001-05:00

"That cat saw straight through us. We are so dead." A sigh. I don't have to look up from the ticking of my watch to know that Raye is scowling through the darkness at Braelyn.

"That cat was a fox, future-girl, and out outfits are fine. Quit fussing."

I turn to them. They stand there, two feet away, bickering under the dim light of the streetlamp. It turns their skin an amber colour but their essence remains the same. It's lucky I'm the only zombie here, they reek of life and heart and soul and innocence. Their disguises are weak, even the lavender scent they wear to smell different only masks the effect slightly. It's like looking at them through shaded glass but like looking at them nonetheless.

"Perhaps we can focus on the task at hand?" I say. They both jump which is hardly surprising since they're human but disappointing since they claim to be in stealth mode.

"I hate special assignments," Braelyn sniffs. Her leather jacket creaks as she folds her arms. "They're stupid.

"I hate your face," Raye whispers. Always forgetting my auditory range exceeds hers.

"Ladies," I say. "Calm down. We are simply helping out whilst Mia studies. This can be training for your literary journeys too."

"The only reason I'm here is that is away from the gnawing and lamp smashing," Raye says. "Don't kid yourself otherwise, Adam."

"Regardless," I say and turn because I can smell him. Well, not him. I can smell every fibre of being within him, the hydrogen bubbling in his veins and the boredom sweating through his pores. All of it. He is here and we have a plan to execute.

I adjust my hat and straighten my tie. As I stalk up to him Raye follows behind, her heels clip on the concrete. Braelyn is our lookout girl. I tasked her with making sure we are not spotted but really I wish her to hand back to ensure success. Braelyn is incapable of staying calm, but she can learn from watching nonetheless. Additionally, I think the time she spent in the bathroom getting ready with Raye might have cooled their tempers for now.

"Good evening," I boom at the young gentleman with greasy hair. An unfortunate lack of belt accessorising means his trousers have shifted down his waist. I consider telling him but a glance to Raye silences me. He looks up, clutching the boxes like they are weapons. I do not think he recognises me from last time. Perhaps all that panic and fire blurred his memory.

"Is it?" he says. His sea green eyes widening when he spots Raye. That was the effect I was hoping for when I styled her similar to those young girls in those fashion throwaways. Short skirts sometimes do that to unsuspecting young men.

"I believe you have something for us?"

"I do?" He is still staring at her, his gaze roaming tentatively. Perhaps even now, as Raye wears a smile that would light up an entire harbour, he can sense that if they wander too far he is as good as dead. He gulps.

"Indeed." I pluck out the notes from my breast pocket and push them into his jacket pocket. He does not move. "Two large mozzarellas, one with extra hot dogs. Correct?"

His hands loosen on the boxes, I slide them from his grip and hope we can make a speedy exit.

"They're for you?" he croaks. "Oh geez, thank my giddy aunt, I thought it was for those zombie people again. Lucky I came to make sure. We're under strict orders not to serve them. Not after last time with the exploding glitter and all."

"Really?" Raye smiles. "How odd."

Name Confusion Conversation

2011-01-24T09:00:00.002-05:00

Noah enters the room with a cup of coffee and settles down at a booth in the back away from most of the other tables even though the little coffee shop is empty. He checks his watch and then sips the very tall cup of coffee as he waits. After ten minutes, a disheveled teen makes his way to the back table carrying a tray with a hamburger and fries. It is Isaac and he joins Noah before saying anything.

Isaac: Did you want a burger? or fries? You can have some of mine if you want.

Noah: No thanks. I'm not hungry.

Isaac: *eats for the next several minutes, sometimes talking with his mouth full* So, umm.. Noah. You're from the future?

Noah: Yep. *sees him about to talk through fries and decided to explain to avoid it* Since my book is years from your first one, Dawn has me here now even though at your age in the stories I wouldn't be much more than you. I think we're going to meet officially when you're an adult some point in the series.

Isaac: How old are you now? I mean, future version, but how old would you be if not the future is okay too.

Noah: 26, would be 17 or 18, something like that. But we're not here to talk about me.

Isaac: Right. *munches on fries and takes a drink from a glass of soda* Why did she send you for this again?

Noah: Something about it being more interesting to have two of us instead of her and you. Plus, I think she said I had to learn from this topic since I may need to use a different name in the future. Let's get to the topic cause my boyfriend isn't very patient right now and he might worry if I take too long.

Isaac: Fine. What's the topic again?

Noah: *sighs, then is relieved when another cup of coffee magically appears* Your name. It is Isaac here but if people read the beginning of the first book you're in they may be confused because you are called Casper then. Mind explaining the reasons for that?

Isaac: Oh right, that. Uhhm, sure, why not. I had to use a fake name for school because I have to avoid the men in suits. They are after me because of my mutation and they killed my parents. Casper is one of like 4 names I've chosen and found ID cards for so I can still go to school but not worry about getting caught, though it doesn't always work out that way.

Noah: Men in suits?

Isaac: Yeah. I don't know what they are called but they always wear suits. There are women too, Ephram just refers to them as the men in suits as well since the girl ones aren't as common.

Noah: Oh, you mean the agency that monitors mutants. Okay. Is it confusing having more than one name?

Isaac: Very. I try to only use one name at a time and I have only used three of the names so far but sometimes I forget about which one I'm using. That never ends well.

Noah: Not looking forward to that. Any name suggestions?

Isaac: *looks Noah over* Fred? no.. umm Rostafa? Julie? *giggles*

Noah stands from the table, shaking his head. He takes one of the last fries from Isaac's plate and walks away.

Isaac: *yells after Noah* I was kidding.

Still laughing, Isaac gets another soda before leaving.

Happy Birthday, Mianna!

2011-01-19T01:00:00.003-05:00

Charlene enters the kitchen and Vincent rushes to grab the bags in her arms.
James: I could have made the cake, Charlene. You didn’t need to buy one. Especially with it being so big.

Charlene: Oh, I wanted to. *sets cake on table* This is her first birthday since her death.

Elaina: *sniggers* Do you know how silly that sounds? *looks in a bag* Don’t tell me you’re counting all the years she’s been dead too.

Charlene: Do you think I should only put 23 candles on since that’s the age Arylin transferred her soul back to? I wasn’t really sure.

Vincent: How do you expect to fit 432 candles on a cake? *sets bags on the baker’s island*

Charlene: *looks at all the boxes of candles as Elaina dumps them from the bag* Well, I guess you’re right.

James: *pulls out a few decorations and chuckles* Charlene, you really want to go all out, don’t you.

Charlene: *beams* I think it will mean a lot to Cole.

James: I’ll tell you what. Since you went through all the trouble of… *eyes the piles* selecting the… *glances at Charlene’s wide smile* perfectly matched decor, why don’t you let me help set it all up.

Charlene: *nods with excitement* Okay. And wait till you see what I got her. *rushes from room*

Elaina: There’s more?

Vincent: Mianna’s going to faint.

James: But I think Charlene’s right about Cole. He’ll soak in every moment.

Cole: *shuffles in and looks at the supplies* What’s all this?

Elaina: It’s for Mianna’s birthday.

Cole: *smiles* Really? That’s great. But it’s not until the 28th.

James: She wanted to celebrate it with the blog readers and our next post isn’t until Feb. 2nd. *waves a hand at the decorations*

Bags dump items out. Wrappers tear open. Balloons…balloon. Streamers snake throughout the room, adhesive attaching them to the walls and ceiling.

Cole: *ducks as a hat tries to land on his head* I’m not wearing that thing.

Vincent: *tilts his to the side* Oh, come on, big brother. Charlene went through a lot of trouble to put this together.

Elaina: *hands Cole his hat* You could at least play along.

Charlene enters with more bags.

Cole: * quickly puts hat on his head* Hi, Charlene. Wow. You really went through a lot of trouble to put this together.

Vincent: *scowls at Cole and takes a couple bags from Charlene, settling them on a counter* Are there any more to bring in?

Charlene: No, that’s it. Elaina, would you be a dear and put the candles on the cake?

Elaina: Um… Did you want 23 or 432? *sniggers*

Cole: You wanted to celebrate all of her soul’s years?

Elaina: So Mianna’s lifetime was her soul’s first.

Vincent: If we start lighting candles for every year of our soul’s lives, we’d have to set fire to Shilo City for Cole.

Cole: *growls* Runt.

Charlene: Okay. We’re not starting that, you two. We’ll just put on 23.

Mianna: *enters* Hi. Oh, did I miss something? I didn’t know we were having a party.

James: *lifts a finger and the candles whip from Elaina’s hands, stand up on the cake and light*

Charlene: *jumps up and down* Happy Birthday, Mianna!

Mianna: *throws hands to her mouth* What? Oh, this is so sweet! *rushes to Cole and hugs him* This was all your idea wasn’t it?

Cole: Um…

Elaina: Here, Mianna. Have a party hat.

Charlene: Come see the cake! *tugs her over to the table*

Vincent: *leans to James* What do you bet he lets her keep thinking all this was his doing?

James: Charlene won’t mind. She wanted to do it for Cole as much a Mianna.

Vincent: Well, he’ll definitely enjoy all the thanks he’ll get later for all of his work on the occasion.

A day in the life of Braelyn Clements

2011-01-14T11:32:00.000-05:00

I wake on her bed. Shivering, I scowl at the red light of the heater. Always teasing me, never actually delivering on the promise it makes by existing. Sighing, I swat the digital clock off her dresser as I roll out of bed. She'll probably need a new one again because I swat with my ankle-knife.

I kick her on the way to the kettle and then again on the return journey. She mumbles but rolls over, still asleep on the carpet. That girl could mumble her way through a house exploding. Seriously.

The spoon chimes against the ceramic as I stir. I watch her breathing into her blankets, clutching her pillow. I sip after a while, leaning against the cool desk. I wouldn't say I'm hooked on this drink but you folks from the past definitely were onto something when you made coffee.

As fun as it is to watch Mia sleep I get bored quickly. After all, she's the only one of us who has any patience for her zombie pets and the clanging that's coming from the kitchen. I am not going in there alone.

So I set down the steaming mug on a shelf and aim. This is not as dangerous as it sounds. I've only ever hit somebody once and that was Adam so it's not like he minded that much, what with being undead and all. All the same I decide to swap my weapon for a book, a hardback, at the last second. It should be just as good. It thuds loudly next to Mia's head as it hits the floor. She starts and blinks. Her pupils are massive, making her eyes almost black, as she surveys the room and yawns.

"Oh, you're up," I say lightly like I didn't cause this. "How lucky."

She stretches, rubs her face, and whispers something before sitting up. Wiping her eyes, she glances from the mug to my mouth. I watch her gaze return to a more normal brown colour.

"Got anything less toxic over there, Braelyn?"

"I don't know, do you?" I shrug and watch her pick some glitter out of her hair. She taps a finger against her chin.

"If you make me some hot chocolate I'll rewrite that awkward kiss scene today," she says. Her lips curl up into a knowing smile.

"Fine." I roll my eyes, knowing she's caught me because I do not want to spent the rest of forever in a book with the cringiest kiss scene ever. I flick the kettle switch down, when I turn back she's walking to the door.

"Be right back," she calls over her shoulder. "I think they're hungry again."

She takes her time, long enough for me to make her vile concoction and set it on the dresser. Long enough for me to idly flick to the page I was on in this book about wolves and teenagers and falling in love. It all seems pretty unsanitary to be honest.

I drop my reading material when she returns. It falls open on the bed as I jump off. The door squeaks as she bursts in, her flushed face making her look breathless. I pick up my new mug of coffee.

"A word of advice," she gasps as she leans up against the door. Her socks slide along the carpet as the door trembles behind her. The pounding coming from the other side makes it sound like the culprit has fists of steel. "Don't randomly create a half-zombie-monster thing and then just leave him there, stewing in a swamp, to go make breakfast. That is not as smart as you might think."

"I will definitely try not to," I say dryly and blow lightly on my steaming mug. She doesn't seem to catch my tone.

"I didn't even mean to, I was just scribbling a little dialogue down whilst they ate." She nods backwards, I suppress a shiver. She might claim they eat hot dogs but I've always been dubious about their real diet.

"Pass me that lamp, will you?" Mia looks to the dresser behind me. Morbidly curious, I oblige only to watch her nearly hit herself in the face as she swings it around, still leaning on the door.

"I could call that Tyler guy?" I say, not really knowing if I can but willing to try. Raye once told me Tyler is this super-zombie. I'm sure he could handle this. "Or even Raye?"

"Nah." She grins. "We'll give this a go and see what happens."

"If you die can I have my pen back?" I tilt my head. Her grin just widens. I wonder what it's like to have so much optimism.

"See you on the other side, " she says with a wink. With that she turns, lets go of the door and stumbles out with a shrill battle cry.

I hear a muffled thud followed by the sound of glass shattering. As much as I want to help, I don't move from my coffee. Mia 's a writer. If she didn't enjoy the adventure she could just un-imagine the creature. At least, I'm pretty sure.

She does return, in case you're worried. She returns and we start working on my character. There are interruptions and zombies stumbling in to nibble the corners of things and, at one point, a small fire. There are more moments where I throw things at her, too many to count, but she never holds it against me. There are arguments. There is laughing. She remains wide eyed and full of enthusiasm and I just drink a lot of coffee.

This is how a typical day passes with her, never the same but always following some sort of template wherein adventure and me drinking caffeine seem to be the key ingredients. I would say it's tiresome but it's not like we know how to be any other way. Plus I really like coffee.

A Day in the Life of Ri

2011-01-12T15:30:00.000-05:00

Hey, guys! Guess what? You get to hang out with me for about fifteen minutes because Frankie completely forgot that hobbling on crutches takes forEVER and heating up lunch is now a major accomplishment. *eye roll* Whatever. So, anyway, we're now a little late and we have...GAH! 13 MINUTES! to show you what a day in my life is like.

High. School. Hell.

And today it IS!

Do you see that girl over there? I finally figured out her name. She's Morabeth and she hates me. Do you see the gap in her teeth? Yeah, she lost it to a fist last year. I soooooo wish I could have seen that, but I totally missed it. Anyway, apparently she's decided that I dissed her or something in class this morning? I have no clue. Anyway, she's now stalking me with her missing tooth, gummy-cheeked glare. She's big, people, like seriously big.

*points finger at audience* And don't think I'm a sissy, either. I'm not. Really. I'd take her on, but there are...consequences... *nods emphatically* ...to my actions. What would happen if I really did decide to take her out. *ninja pose, snake strike* Hi-yah! Take that! And then she'd be on the floor and there'd be drool and possibly blood and then there'd be suspension.

And then Mom would be pissed! She might seriously suck on the super hero front - like totally! - but she's freaky when she's upset.

*peers into the very crowded hallway and all the passing kids* Okay, let's go. I think we're clear.

*rolls eyes as enter the throng of kids heading everywhere* Rune and I kinda had another fight. I don't know what's going on with him. He just seems so dang sensitive about everything all of a sudden. His family was attacked two weeks ago and since then he's just been on edge. I've tried to be there for him and everything, but...

When is it alright to just step away and give a person some space? You know? I mean, he obviously doesn't want me to be around him right now. Otherwise, he wouldn't be trying to BITE MY HEAD OFF every time I come around. I tried doing a "special lunch hour" thing, picnic out on the football field and he just totally blew me off.

*stops and stares into audience* Am I a bad person for not wanting to be around him right now? He's great. He's sweet. He's a fantastic guy. He's just....

...being such a *looks around and whispers emphatically* ASS!

*sighs and walks into class* I have to go be bored to death in History. Catch ya'll later.

Mutant Teen's School Day

2011-01-10T08:00:00.002-05:00

Ephram sits at his Frankenstein of a computer with an untagged connection to the internet. He taps at the keyboard and then spent a few minutes fiddling with a couple of wires before moving up to stare at the screen.

Ephram: Okay. I"m on this blog thing. What do I do now?

Dawn: Just tell the readers what a day in your life is like. Generalize a bit since not every day is the same but that's fine.

Ephram: Before or after everyone found out I'm a mutant freak?

Dawn: You're not a freak. Tell about whichever you want or tell both. This is your post, so it's up to you.

Ephram: *sighs* Fine. *stares at the computer screen some more. What did you mean by Frankenstein computer?

Dawn: Oh right, that is from a classic story for me. It's way old for you. This guy, Frankenstein built a monster-being out of spare parts basically. Like you build that computer out of a variety of different computer parts.

Ephram: Sounds kinda cool. Can I call it Frank then?

Dawn: Sure. Now finish writing the blog post.

Ephram: Right, blog post. Ummm, okay. I get up in the morning on school days because the alarm clock goes off and I have to go to school. Rarely can I stay home sick because Mom and the school base sickness on kids who have temperatures. Sucks for me because the little machines don't work on me. That is my boring mutation. I feel colder than most, and really cold when I don't wear this stupid ID band the government makes us wear.

Dawn: This is good but you've got a lot of day to talk about, so keep going. *nudges*

Ephram: Well, school is school so umm, yeah. I turn in any homework and do any assignments I can. Go to all the classes that I have to and that's about it. Before, when I kept the mutant band a secret, most people didn't even notice me and now I think that was the best way. Now I get pushed into walls, have to eat lunch in a different room with a teacher watching, and I don't have many friends. Not that I had many before but it doesn't help that they all know now.

Dawn: Which class is your favorite?

Ephram: Art. I'm not the best at it, not like Carrie is, but I like the class. I do good at math too but it's not very fun. Levi is pretty good too but in a total crazy way. He's insane when he's working on something.

Dawn: All true. So, what happens after school?

Ephram: Most of the time I go home, do homework, eat dinner alone and go to bed. Boring, I know. Sometimes, now that Isaac is around we hang out at the park. It's better even though I miss dinner because Dad isn't very good at cooking and Mom works too much to cook much. At least Isaac doesn't care that I'm a mutant. *gets quiet for a moment* Okay, that is my day. I'm done.

Dawn: That works. Thank you, Ephram.

Ephram goes back to researching rogue mutants.

Training and Missions...and don't forget Training.

2011-01-07T08:00:00.000-05:00

Derac: *enters the room and tacks up a piece of a paper on the wall*

Kinir Elite Training Schedule

0530: Wake up
0545: Morning meal
0600: Morning training (pairs rotate from day to day)
----0600: Kie, Jardel at archery range; Derac, Tyn at sword ring; Rakan, Aeli at track (running)
----0700: Kie, Jardel at sword ring; Derac, Tyn at track; Rakan, Aeli at archery range
----0800: Kie, Jardel at track; Derac, Tyn at archery range; Rakan, Aeli at sword ring
----0900: Break
----0915: Kie, Tyn at hand to hand combat; Rakan, Jardel at staff/spear; Derac, Aeli at close combat;
----1015: Kie, Tyn at close combat; Rakan, Jardel at hand to hand combat; Derac, Aeli at staff/spear;
----1115: Kie, Tyn at staff/spear; Rakan, Jardel at close combat; Derac, Aeli at hand to hand combat;
1215: Noon meal
1300: Afternoon training (1-vs-5 or 2-vs-4 or 3-vs-3 exercises)
----1300: Team at track
----1400: Team at sword ring and staff/spear
----1500: Team at hand to hand and close combat
----1600: Team tracking exercises
----1700: Team stealth exercises
1800: Evening meal
1900: Weapon maintenance and headquarters clean up
2000: Free time
2100: Lights out

Tyn: Umm, Derac, I don't think that just posting up our schedule is going to satisfy Anastasia for this post.

Derac: Well, what else does she want me to say? Our whole lives are training and missions. Not much room for other things.

Tyn: *gasp* There is too!

Derac: In the grand scheme of things...really Tyn? Compared to normal people? Or even the regular Army - how much free time do we really have?

Tyn: Well, I guess not that much in comparison...but we do have some.

Derac: So, training schedule is good for this post I think. It change when we have a mission and that varies depending on the particular mission, whether it's night ops or day, complexity of the mission, and others things like that. So, I can't really say much more.

Tyn: *rolls eyes* The elf of so little words has spoken.

Derac: *smirks* And don't you forget it.

Girl's Get-Together

2011-01-05T01:00:00.003-05:00

Charlene: *looks at her watch, then down the street, excited*

A cloud of dark smoke darts up the sidewalk and billows in front of her before turning into Vincent and Elaina.

Charlene: *smiles* Hi guys!

Elaina: *hugs Charlene* Hi. Sorry I’m late. I had muffins in the oven and had to wait for them to get done, so Vince offered to fly me here.

Charlene: That’s okay. The others aren’t here yet.

Elaina: I’m so excited to finally get to meet the girls from your other book.

Charlene: Yeah. It looks like Aumelan might be the next one out there so I wanted to introduce it a little.

Vincent: Isn’t Chad the main character? I don't see him around.

Charlene: I thought I’d introduce him through Becca, Salana, and Dee. You know, let the reader find out about him indirectly.

Vincent: You’re having three women involved with Chad together at one time…to talk about Chad?

Charlene: Oh, you’ll love them. *tweeks his cheek* Want to hang around and get your nails done too?

Vincent: *raises his brows and looks away, mumbling* That’s not really what I was getting at.

Becca: *steps out of the salon* Well, it’s about time someone showed up.

Charlene: Oh, Becca. You’ve been inside all this time?

Becca: *sqints at the sun* Have you forgotten already that I don’t deal with that?

Charlene: Oh, it’s not that bright. You could have stood out here with me.

Vincent: *kisses Elaina on the cheek* I’ll be off. Just call me when you’re done. *waves a hand and turns to smoke, then darts down the road*

Elaina: *smiles at Becca* Wow, you took Vincent's leaving well. Doesn't it surprise you that he can disperse his elements?

Becca: *shrugs* Chad's telepathic and Styne and Becca have gifts too. Why not other characters in Charlene's head?

Elaina: Oh. Right.

The sound of a scooter comes from around the corner with Dee's voice screeming over it.

Dee: I can not do this!

Salana: Dee, please loosen up the grip. *pulls the scooter up to the salon door and turns it off* Okay. You can open your eyes now.

Becca: *folds arms* Well, you made it. We’ve been waiting.

Charlene: Be kind, Becca.

Becca: I’m always kind. It’s the only way to get what I want.

Charlene: Hey, ladies. *waves* Glad you came.

Salana skips up the steps and Dee hesitantly follows.

Charlene: *whispers to Salana* I’m glad you got Dee to join us.

Salana: Chad had a hand in that.

Charlene: *motions to each in turn* Elaina, this is Becca. She’s from Aumelan, The World Beneath the Rock. This is Salana, from Sun City, World of the Sun. And this is Dee. She’s from Aumelan too.

Elaina: *waves as each nods to her* It’s nice to meet you all. I’m from Cornerstone Deep.

Becca: We know. Your book’s the one that took over Charlene’s mind and knocked us to the back.

Elaina: Oh.

Charlene: *opens door* So…let’s get started. I’m looking forward to this.

Becca: If you wanted real pampering, we should have stayed in Aumelan.

Charlene: We don’t need a repeat of what happened to Salana during her visit before.

Salana: Oh, I would be okay with Chad there.

Becca: I don’t know where you got the notion that Chad could protect you from anything.

Charlene: Becca.

Becca: *smiles sweetly and picks out a polish* I think I like this one.

Charlene: Nice choice.

Salana: Which color do you like, Dee?

Dee: I cannot. It is not my place.

Salana: I don’t want to hear about placement. You deserve special treatment as much as anyone.

Charlene: Relax, Dee. We’re not following the plot right now.

Dee: I still do not feel right about this.

Becca: Honestly, if you’d rather go back to that rutty ferry keeper’s shack, go right ahead. Chad would probably enjoy having his favored server around… Alone.

Charlene: Becca!

Becca: Oh, it’s true and you know it. You wrote the outline. He’s held affection for her since they were children.

Dee: I would not do that to Chad! He is high above me.

Salana: Don’t talk like that, Dee. You’re not any different than any of us.

Becca: Oh come on, Sandra, you’re with him now. You had to notice how he looks at her. I did when I was at his side.

Salana and Charlene: It’s Salana.

Salana: *blushes* You were Chad’s girlfriend?

Becca: For a very long time. He left me when he left for the World of the Sun. *glances at Dee and mumbles* At lease he didn’t go to his slunk.

Salana: Don’t call her that!

Elaina: *eyes widen and she steps back*

Charlene: Okay, okay, ladies. I see this probably wasn’t the best idea. *mumbles* I would have done better inviting Tara.

Becca: *crosses her arms* Well, what did you expect to gain from all of this? You knew we were all connected to Chad’s romantic side.

Charlene: Maybe I just wanted some of my favorite female characters to meet. I love you four.

Salana: Aww.

Elaina: We love you too, Charlene.

Becca: Well, I’ve never been irritated to the point of losing my mastery skills. *tosses money on the counter and pockets the nail polish* I’ll have Iolet do my nails. At least she still knows her place.

Dee: *shrinks back and turns red*

Charlene: Oh, Becca. You really need to calm down and reassess things. You sound like Tara.

Becca: *steps to Charlene* Promise me you’ll give me one more shot at Chad.

Charlene: You’ve got it.

Becca: *smiles with a nod* Okay. Good. But really, I can’t stay here with them knowing what I know is going to happen.

Charlene: *sighs* Okay. I guess I understand that.

Becca leaves.

Salana: What did she mean by that?

Charlene: Sorry, Salana. I can’t let you know that just yet.

Salana: *glances at Dee* Um…I think I had a meeting I needed to attend with…someone. I’d better go too. This was…enlightening.

Salana leaves with Dee rushing along behind her.

Charlene: *turns to Elaina* Not such a good idea, huh?

Elaina: *squinches her nose and shakes her head* I’ll call Vince. He can take us both home.

Charlene: No offense, but I’ll leave the traveling by Smoke of Night to you guys. I don’t like to feel all the bugs flying through me.

Elaina: *laughs* Well, I’ll stay with you, Charlene. *picks out nail polish* What do you think of this one?

Charlene: *nods* You know? Maybe I will call Tara. Who knows Chad better than his sister, right? *puts fingers to temples and closes eyes*

Elaina: Oh…Um… *steps back and quietly calls Vincent’s name*

Vincent: *his face appears above her watch* Having fun?

Elaina: Shh! *motions to Charlene with her head* How could you let me forget about the party tonight? You need to hurry me back to the manor.

Vincent: *grins with a nod* Right. Okay. On my way.

Elaina: *tiptoes to the door and opens it, peering out*

A dark cloud zips past and Elaina disappears with it.

Charlene: *lowers her hands and sighs* Well, Tara won’t leave the World Beneath the Rock. *turns to Elaina and looks around the empty lobby* Hmm. So much for a girl’s day out. *sets hands on hips* Maybe I can talk Soley into a little girl time. *grabs nail polish and heads for the door* Just because she’s a wolf doesn’t mean she wouldn’t love pretty nails.

A Day in the Life of a Vampire - or - A Bunch of Characters Rambling Off-topic Again

2011-01-03T08:00:00.002-05:00

Jenna: What's the topic, again?

J.D.: "A day in the life."

Jenna: Meaning ...?

J.D.: Just blog about a typical day for you.

Jenna: Before or after I became a vampire?

J.D.: Uh ... after would probably be the correct choice seeing as how you are now firmly a vampire in my mind.

Jenna huffs: Which I still don't appreciate, for the record.

J.D: Yeah, yeah.

Jenna glances at the computer screen and hesitates: Is this supposed to be about a day in the novel or a day in your head?

J.D.: Um ... good question. I would would go with a day in the novel since, if you talked about a day in my head, you would be writing about a day in my life as apposed to yours.

Jenna makes a face: But I don't like talking about life as a vampire.

Jesu perks up: Why not?

Jenna glares at Jesu: A little privacy, please?

Jesu mumbles sorry and pretends to watch T.V.

Jenna: Can't someone else do this post? One of the new characters or something?

Seth appears out of nowhere: I'll do it.

J.D.: You most certainly will not.

Seth: But my life is awesome. The gigs, the parties, the groupies ...

J.D.: Exactly.

Jenna: She only picks on the miserable ones, Seth. You'll see.

J.D.: Hey! I do not. And why are you miserable, Jenna?

Jenna scowls: Like you don't know.

J.D.: Um ... no, I don't know.

Jesu: My guess is she's seen that Amazon Award contest idea in your head.

J.D. blinks: So?

Jesu: So ... she wont even blog about her life, you think she wants everyone reading the novel?

Jenna: You can shut up any time now, Jesu.

J.D., jaw dropped to the floor: Jenna, that can't be true? Why else would I have slaved over the keyboard nearly going crossed-eyed and ripping my hear out over your story if I didn't intend for it to be read by an audience?

Jenna points at Jalmari: That's why.

Jalmari: What?

J.D.: Okay, I admit, Jalmari did practically force me to write it, but it's a great story, Jenna, and people are going to read it, and now we are off subject. Your blog post, please?

Jenna: Fine. Each day I get harassed by a bunch of stuck-up, rude vampires. Then I'm forced to hurt and embarrass myself by practicing my so-called powers. Then I'm forced to drink blood, which makes me do more embarrassing things, things comparable to what a drunk sailor might do. Everyone gets mad at me even though I can't help it and I didn't want to drink the blood in the first place. Then I'm left a lone, hurt, and romantically confused. Oh and the best part? It never, ever stops because we don't sleep.

Jesu quirks a brow: Romantically confused?

Jenna scrunches her nose at Jesu and then storms out of the room.

Jesu, mumbling to himself: Romantically confused.

J.D. pats Jesu on the arm to comfort him: Maybe I should have had an other character do this post.

Seth: It must be her time of the month.

J.D.: Not now, Seth.

Ana walks in: What's wrong with Jenna? I passed her in the hall, she seems upset.

Seth: Miss Obvious joins the conversation.

Ana punches Seth in the arm: If was your fault ....

Seth: What? You'll break my arm?

Ana, grinning: I'd do that anyway.

Seth, laughing: I'd like to see you try.

J.D.: Guys! Can't we ever get through one blog post without me getting a headache?

Seth: Isn't the post technically done? Jenna did state what a typical day is like for her, even if it was layered in sarcasm and not very detailed.

J.D.: Thank you, Seth. So why am I still typing our conversation?

Seth looks at his hands: Oh, sorry, that was me.

J.D. quirks an eyebrow: How the heck did you get control of my hands? Oh gods, that's very bad.

Seth grins and shrugs: I don't know, it just happened.

Jesu: We can all do that when you type. Just, most of us are a little more respectful.

J.D.: You can? Well stop it!

Seth: But this is good stuff, and you don't give me enough lime light as it is.

J.D.: Seth, you don't even have your Greek accent yet, for one. And, two, this post is getting too long any WAY off topic. I demand you stop right no--

Introductions #2

2010-12-31T08:33:00.000-05:00

In which I, Raye Ashcroft, do not leave the readers hanging from last week and continue the journey that I have, in no way, not been coerced into writing. Not at all definitely I was told to write this. So, if you didn't click the link a recap would be something like; car, me, other characters, Mia arrives, evil minions chase, I wonder why I bother, her other main character is annoying me. Now we can continue. Ok, Mia? Geez.

"To glory!" Mia squeals. Her hair blows in the breeze as I press my foot down as hard as I can against the accelerator. I watch the minions behind us easily keep pace in the mirror. Darn them and their shiny car. When I glance back at Mia, she's stuck her head out of the window.

"Get back in, you idiot," I yell over the roar of the wind.

I try to yank her in but my hand just catches the coarse material of her jacket. She easily shrugs out of my grip and continues grinning at the passing landscape. Normally I wouldn't mind so much but her disregard for safety is making it hard for me to drive. I will not be responsible for another headless injury this week. I drum my fingers on the wheel for a moment before taking action.

"Tyler," I shout. I don't need to shout, he's two feet away and a zombie. He has incredible hearing through that golden mess of hair. "Be a doll and grab the wheel will you?"

I let Tyler frown in the rear-view mirror for only a second before I relinquish control of the car. He's probably more shocked than I am as I feel him dive over the seat as I slide sideways. I rarely trust anyone with this car. Typical of Mia to force it out of me.

Back to the task at hand, with my arms nicely freed up I easily drag Mia back into the cabin and close the window in one sweep. She looks slightly confused as she settles in her seat, now our seat, but she's not headless so this is a plus.

The only thing wrong now is that I'm stuck sharing a seat with her and my undead boyfriend is driving. As I watch him roll up his sleeves, showing off that weird tan he always, and nonchalantly change gear I begin to wonder whether Mia planned this. She's really good at setting traps when she wants to. I swivel to catch her gaze. I give her my best I-am-not-pleased frown.

"What now?"

"We could head for the cinema?" she says. Her expression is really open, she must genuinely believe that we want to go watch a vampire movie with her. It's such a shame to let her down. "Or that pub near my flat? Oooh, they do really good food on a Friday. Let's do both!"

"I mean the post." I flick away her question with my wrist, hoping that will keep her at bay for now. "What now? Are you actually going to ask us questions or are we going to be eaten by minions?"

"I was sort of hoping you'd introduce yourselves…" She tilts her head, a hand slowly reaching into her jacket pocket. It's a movement I know well. I grimace. Sure enough, out comes the tattered notebook. Unlike other times, though, she shows me a page already written instead of filling blank ones. I lean in, curious.

"See." She points, I follow her finger as I read. It's a list of course; things we might like to say about ourselves like our age and origin and favourite colour. Blah blah blah. I don't have a favourite colour so this is going to be tricky.

"I like number four," I hear the Braelyn kid say behind us. I glance around and see that both Adam and her are straining to read it too. "My favourite meal is soup. My brother used to always make me soup, in the future that is."

"Soup is agreeable." Adam nods. I watch his wig wobble on his head. "I rarely get to dine on it. Mostly I get given goulash."

I study them for a second before turning back to Mia. I nod.

"There you are, lots of stuff about us," I say. She looks unconvinced. "Happy now? Can you stop with the evil minions trying to kills us?"

Mia caps her pen and chews her lip. As if to emphasise my point I watch four arrows ping by the window. Great, the minions have weapons now.

"What about Twilight?" she mumbles. I barely catch the words over the sound of the engine.

"Twilight we can do," I lie quickly, hoping nobody holds me to it. My neck feels hot but I don't think she notices the effect the untruth has on me.

"And then maybe a group reading of Mockingjay?" She blinks, her eyes big brown examples of hope. I watch Adam and Braelyn nod encouragingly.

"That too," I bluff. I cough to clear my guilty throat.

"Also we're doing regular character posts." She studies me, I nod. I might as well go for a full set of lies now. "Well, ok then."

As she pockets her notebook once again I feel the car slow down. I turn to give Tyler a piece of my mind about fleeing from evil minions, and things we don't do, when I notice the car behind us has vanished. I glance back at Mia, she smiles.

"See you in two weeks," she mouths as she slowly begins to disappear. And that's it. That's all we get for our troubles. In my stunned silence I feel everybody watching me, Tyler especially with his emerald coloured gaze, like I might explode.

"Anyone for pizza?" He asks lightly after a moment of contemplating me. "Anyone? I think we should get pizza. I like pizza. Pizza is good for end of year celebrations."

Introducing Elijah and the Teens

2010-12-27T08:30:00.003-05:00

For my second introduction post, I have the other paranormal romance main character that has been in a chat before and then two very new characters. Well, they are new to this blogging/chatting activity but not new as in novels because I started their first book back in 2007. They are in a young adult mutant series, though will later be in the adult ones with Noah when they are old enough but for now, they are teen boys. First, here is Elijah, the angel character from Angel/Demon (aka Vulnerable).

Elijah: Hello blog readers. Don't mind the halo in the picture, we don't really wear those things around. Dawn just put it there cause she thought it was fun that she could do that. And I don't wear eyeshadow but it kind of looks like I am in that one. But I do like being shown in front of the coffee shop, one of my jobs that I have.

Dawn: Yeah, the halo was a bit much. Good thing no one in the story can see the pic. Might want to explain the whole job thing and about the fact that you are an angel. It's okay to admit it here on the blog, I promise you won't get in trouble with Omniel.

Elijah: Good to know. So, technically I'm an angel, although I live on Earth in a city called Detroit. I'm what some would call a guardian angel because I have wards that I help as they struggle to keep their faith in God and I show them that they can be true to who they are without losing that faith. I have wings but they remain hidden for the most part unless I'm alone in my house. For the most part, I look normal for someone who died over 20 years ago, or so I think.

Dawn: If you are a guardian, then why the job at a coffeshop? Do you need a regular job for any particular reason?

Noah: Well, I don't need the job. It just helps with the boredom because we are only given a few wards since too many would be emotionally and physically draining. I chose the coffee shop because it's in a gray area of the city and it makes things more interesting. Plus it keeps me from going over the edge most of the time because there is just enough excitement to keep things interesting. Well, that's probably enough about me for now. Boys, it's your turn.

Ephram and Isaac are seated on a set of lounge chairs located in the blog world. Ephram stares as Noah leaves, then looks at the blog and looks to Isaac for him to start.

Isaac: Guess I'm supposed to say something here. Talk Ephram, it's your story.

Ephram: *sticks his tongue out at Isaac* So? You're better at this talking to strangers thing. *sighs* Fine. Umm, hello people out there, whoever you are. I'm Ephram. He's Isaac. What else do we have to say?

Isaac: I dunno. I've never done this either. I guess we talk about ourselves from the story or something like that. It is an introduction after all. Ugh, I'll start then since you're slow. So, you all know my name but aside from that I'm the new kid in this story, as in I am new to the school and that's where I met this little weirdo. *points to Ephram*

Ephram: I am not a weirdo, or if I am then so is he. Okay, well, I'm a mutant but it's really not as cool as it sounds. My mutation is a weird one that they found when I was born. I don't have a detectable body temperature by normal ways to test. Isaac here is in the story because he's new and is the only friend I have so far, out of like three total, who knows about it. He thinks it's okay to be a mutant or so he tells me.

Isaac: Because it is okay. He thinks he is a loser or something, keeping quiet in school and everything but he is actually nice, unlike many of the others I tried to talk to at that place. The town is an odd mix of people with their noses up in the air. Ridiculous. I'd rather spend time with mutant Ephram than normal boring people who are rude.

Ephram: Umm, thanks I guess. I still think it sucks. My parents are normal, the kids at school are mostly normal and I'm a mutant. It gets lonely and boring. I spend a lot of time working on computers or drawing. Have you finished the sketch assignment yet?

Isaac: Uh, no. We should go draw in the park. I think we've done enough here.

Ephram: Okay. Bye blog people.

Isaac waves, then they both walk back to their story world to finish homework.

Christmas Wrapping

2010-12-22T01:00:00.005-05:00

Cole: *walks in and quirks an eye* What’s all this?

James: *presses a bow to a present and sets it aside* We’re helping wrap Christmas presents.

Cole: They don’t celebrate Christmas on Cornerstone Deep. That’s a Cornerstone Summit tradition.

Vincent: Well, Charlene’s head is filled with it right now. And I gotta say, I like some of the ideas. *holds the mistletoe over Elaina’s head*

Elaina: What do you plan on doing with that?

Vincent: When you’re caught under the mistletoe, you get a kiss.

Elaina: Really? What’s a sprig got to do with a kiss?

Vincent: Beats me. But I’m playing it to my favor. *leans toward Elaina*

Cole: That mistletoe doesn’t have any berries left on it, Kid.

Vincent: Your point?

James: The opportunity of a kiss from a maiden ceases when all the berries are plucked off.

Cole: *folds his arms and chuckles* Thank you James.

Vincent: *growls and throws it aside* There has to be more around Charlene’s head somewhere. *storms off to look*

Elaina: Really, Cole. What did you have to bring that up for? I would have kissed him anyway.

Cole: I just wanted to see if he'd buy it.

James: *hands Cole wrapping paper* Here. Help with some of these.

Cole: You guys really got everybody gifts?

James: They’re not ours. They’re Charlene’s.

Cole: All of these?

James: She insisted on giving all her characters something along with her family.

Elaina: Isn’t she the sweetest writer?

Cole: *slumps his shoulders* She already gave me the one thing I really wanted in her first book. I owe her as it is.

James: *hands him a box* I’m certain she’s not giving in hopes of receiving.

Cole: You didn’t really wrap all of these by hand did you? With your multi-tasking ability, she probably wanted you to wave a hand and do it all at once.

James: That would take the fun out of it. You’ll see.

Cole: *sits down, fumbles with the wrap, and scowls* No, James. I’m convinced Charlene wanted you to use magic for this.

Charlene: *enters and sets her hands on her hips* Okay, who pissed off Vince?

Cole: *crumples the wrapping paper and quickly shoves it to the side*

Charlene: Oh. Of course. Cole.

Elaina: *laughs* Oh, he’s just looking for some mistletoe with berries on it.

Charlene: Yeah, I gathered that. He’s grumbling and shooting at every clump he can find in my head!

James: You haven’t imagined mistletoe with berries?

Charlene: Augh! James, you’re a genius. Wait a second. *closes eyes*

Vincent: *runs back in* I found some! I don’t know how many of these things I had to shoot down, but I finally got some.

Charlene: *leers at him* Twenty-two. *shakes her head and leaves*

Vincent: Uh, yeah. Right. Sorry, Charlene. *grimaces and turns to Elaina, lifting a huge bush* Now, where’s that kiss?

Cole: Great Gods! She put enough berries on that clump.

James: *laughs and folds his arms* That aught to keep him occupied into the new year.

A Chat About Character Voice

2010-12-20T07:30:00.001-05:00

Ana: Jen, I'm so glad you finally figured out my voice!

J.D.: Yeah me too. It just came to me while I was spacing out at work. The writing's coming along so much smoother now.

Seth: So when do you think you'll figure out my voice?

J.D.: Um ... you're a little more complicated, Seth.

Seth: Me? Complicated?

*Ana and Jen both nod*

Seth: Pssh. I'm the most uncomplicated guy I know.

J.D.: Well, see, that's the thing. You're a GUY. And I'm a woman. That alone makes it difficult for me to get inside your head.

Seth: And yet I am the one living in your head ... wouldn't you be trying to get inside your own mind then?

J.D.: Ahh! Stop it Seth! You're giving me a head ache.

Ana: Give her time, Seth, She'll get to you.

J.D.: *rubbing her forehead* Did you know you're supposed to have an accent when you talk?

Seth: *shrugs* So give me an accent.

J.D.: Do you know how hard it is to deal with accents? Trying to portray them right without making the reading difficult?

Ana: I'll bet it's a sexy accent.

*Seth and Jen both raise their eyebrows at Ana*

Ana: What?

J.D.: *shrugs* It's a Greek accent.

Ana: *nodding* Makes sense.

J.D.: Trouble is, I have no idea what a Greek accent sounds like.

Ana: Research it. I can check YouTube for you! *opens a new browser window*

*Ana and Jen lean in and listen to a few videos*

J.D.: Is it just me or does it sound very close to Bulgarian?

Ana: It does kind of resemble your step-dad's accent.

J.D.: Oh great. Now I'm going to think of my step-dad while thinking about Seth. That's just perfect.

Ana: Sorry!

Seth: Why don't you just watch My Big Fat Greek Wedding ten more times. I'm sure you'll get it eventually.

*Ana and Jen look at each other and grin*

J.D: I'll get the popcorn!

Ana: I'll get the movie!

Seth: *facepalm* I think all the men in your head just died a little.

J.D.: Well, they have you to thank for that, Seth. *cheesy grin*

Seth: I think I'll go to Anastasia Pergakis' head and watch Burn Notice.

J.D.: Oh no you don't! She has enough characters to deal with. Besides, you need to watch this and practice. Can you roll your R's?

Seth: Duh. The real question is can you remember that I roll my R's?

*Both women give Seth "The Look"*

Seth: *winces* I think I just died a little more.

(Okay, I had to include this pic below because it looks just like a real-life Ana and Seth talking! *Gasp*)

Introductions #1

2010-12-17T06:06:00.001-05:00

My name is Raye and I live inside a writer's head. It's not exactly ideal but I've pretty much gotten used to it. It's not like I go where I'm put. I give Mia only what I feel like and never a jot more. So when she decided to follow us around for her introductions post I basically blew her off with something about how I was washing my hair that day and probably every day for the next two years.

After that I decided to forget about the whole thing. I figured that was that. It really was not. And now she's standing outside my newly washed car wearing nothing but PJs, a blue jacket, and some worn out slippers that have bunnies on them. Zombie bunnies, that is. I swear she dresses like that just to annoy me.

"I thought you were focussing on your other story?" I narrow my eyes as I lean around her and unlock the driver's door. "You know, the one with the kid who gets sent to Azkaban and is all whiney."

"It's not Azkaban," she bristles and folds her arms. "It's in the future. And I told you we need to do this character piece. We have a deadline."

"Whatever."

I manage to scoot around her and slide into the car. She lets me, which is surprising, but I soon find out why. The passenger door wafts in a cool breeze as she hops in beside me. I didn't even see her run around the car. It must be good to control the physics of the world inside your head.

"You're not going to let this go, are you?" I say as I fiddle with my key chain. She grins in that goofy way that she does. I tilt my head and hope that she'll get lost in the way a few autumn leaves blow by or something. Writers sometimes do that.

"You might as well just drive, you know," a voice says from behind me."She will leave us eventually."

I glance into the rear-view mirror and see Tyler sitting there, looking aged in his resignation. We spend enough time together in the same novel without having to do stuff like this. Even aged he looks good though, blonde hair and green eyes that sparkle like jewels. If I didn't know he was a very old zombie I'd guess he was 18 maybe.

"Not until the post," Mia chips in. She waves her pen around before scribbling something down. I roll my eyes at her but she's too busy muttering and staring intensely at her notebook.

"I have a suggestion," another voice calls from my backseat.

This time I swivel round to find out what exactly is going on and why my car is so populated. There was nobody in here when I left for a pee break. The face I'm met by is unfamiliar. He grins as I glance beside him and see Braelyn, Mia's next big main character in that stupid other book. You know, the one with Azkaban or whatever.

"Anyway." The grinning face clears his throat, he coughs up a beetle. "Why don't we just drive and see what happens? Now that we're all here that could be fun."

"Just who are you?" I say and try not to stare at his nose. It's greener than the rest of his grey face. Judging from the way he smells I'd say he was an older zombie, one that rots.

"Adam." He smiles and reveals a set of perfect teeth. Disturbing when put next to his black lips. "Please excuse the costume. Mia didn't give me time to change. I moonlight as an extra in her other things."

"Costume?" Tyler leans forward and says. "It's incredibly convincing. It even smells real."

"Thank you." Adam bows his head. " I make them all myself."

"Oh really?" Tyler smiles politely. "So pleasant to meet somebody interested in the textile industry. Tell me, is it-"

"Can we go?" that stupid Braelyn kid butts in. I can call her that because a) she's a full year my junior at sixteen and b) this is my car and she's got to be stupid to think I'll actually continue to let her exist in it. "Only the evil undead minions are almost here and I don't like being eaten."

"What minions?" I say, forgetting how stupid I think she is just momentarily. Out of the corner of my eye I see Mia claps her hands.

"Just the ones I sent." She laughs. "Brae's right, we should go before they eat us. Also, I gave them a car. I hope you don’t mind."

"Why did you do that? Can they even reach the peddles?" I scowl.

"I thought it would change up the dynamics nicely." She shrugs. "Plus if we go now we might still make it in time for a late night viewing of the latest Twilight and I just know how much you guys want to see that."

There's this collective groan in answer to her remark as I finally rev the engine to life and pull out into the road. The car that speeds behind us doesn't get any further away as I drive but at least it doesn't advance either. Apparently Mia will go to extraordinary lengths to make this post happen.

So, hi. I'm Raye and currently I'm a little busy trying not to get eaten.

Chatting with Frankie's Peep's

2010-12-15T07:00:00.001-05:00

Ri: So what are we supposed to do here?

Frankie: Introduce yourself.

Ri: I thought we already did. Go here.

Frankie: As always, m'dear, you're a peach.

Ri: *glares*

Frankie: What has you in such a bad mood?

Ri: Nothing.

Kat: Her and Rune are fighting.

Ri: We are not.

Kat: Are too.

Ri: Are not.

Kat: Are--

Frankie: Kids! Do you want to talk about it?

Ri: No.

Dexx: I do.

Frankie: Dexx, knock it off. Don't pick on her.

Dexx: No, I think that if there's stuff that needs talked about, we should.

Paige: *rolls eyes* That was most definately aimed at me.

Kat: Oh, yes! I sooooooo want to hear! What's up this time?

Paige: Sweetie, it has nothing to do with you.

Kat: Obviously, but we're sharing Frankie's head, so it does.

*everyone stares at each other for a moment...well, except for Ri who's still in a really bad mood*

Frankie: There is some logic to that, I think.

Kat: *sticks out her tongue and smiles*

Dexx: *sticks his tongue out and grins back*

Paige: *throws hands in the air* It's like I'm dealing with kids all the time here.

Frankie: Well...

Paige: Dexx is a full grown man! So don't.

Frankie: *hands up and backing away* Sorry. Sorry. *turns to audience* Well, obviously, everyone's in a bit of a snit. I think next time we're up, we're going to discuss character dynamics because, well, we've got a LOT of that going on right now.

Kat: *bounces up to join Frankie* I'm in a good mood.

Frankie: Kitters, you're in a good mood because you're sister's in a bad one.

Kat: *impish grin*

Frankie: Anyway, we'll get to the introductions, keeping them short and sweet. You can't see this, but there are a bunch of other people hiding in the wings, but we'll only drag out the main characters for now. Syn is over the Atlantic right now, and all radio and visual communications are gone. We'll see if we can't get him back when he gets closer to the Americas. So, starting things off! *does a rather fast and informal iney-meaney-miney-mo* Dexx, you're up.

Dexx:

Okay, well, again I'm from the Demon Talker series. I'm 34, a Scorpio and I like a good whiskey. I'm a demon hunter and you can bet I've seen my share of ugly things. I'm helping Paige who's a loose cannon. When the world does end, it will be her fault. Just so you know.

Paige:

Thanks for that vote of confidence, hi-speed. I'm Detective Paige Ansley and the demon talker. I will not bring about the end of the world. I almost did, but I also managed to stop it. Let's be clear about this.

Right now, I'm having a lot of fun raising my daughter and son, Leah and Bobby. I really can't wait for you to meet them. *cringe-filled sigh* And my niece and nephews, and my sister and brother-in-law, and Grandma Alma. I have a feeling, I have another niece on the way. Oh, gods, just wait until you meet my family. They're wonderful and awful in the same breath. But I love them.

I will NOT bring about the end of the world

Ri:

Hey, I'm in the Chronicles of Ri - and judging by the title of the series, it's about me. *shakes head* It's really not. I'm just there for most of it. It's really about everyone in my family; my sister, my mom, my dad, all of our friends and family. I think Frankie named it after me to make fun of my love-non-love life. *eye roll*

I love the color purple, I wear glasses and am a complete and total dork. I know some of the greatest people in two WORLDS and I'm lucky enough to have them as friends.

What else is there to say?

And I am NOT in a wickedly bad mood. I just don't want to be laughed at AGAIN.

Kat:

I don't care if she wants to be laughed at or not. I'm laughing!

Today, my favorite color is GREEEEEEEEN! BRIGHT GREEEEEEEN! And I'm Haaaaaappppyyyyy! Whoot! I don't know why. I just woke up that way and I'm good with it.

I'm Ri's younger sister. Nope. I'm Ri's ONLY sister and she's my best friend. I have other friends, but she's the best one ever.

Oh! Kitty! Gotta go. *giggles madly and scampers off after kitten*

And there you have 'em folks.

Noah and Lucas write introductions

2010-12-13T08:30:00.007-05:00

Hello, fellow bloggers and readers. Dawn here. I have a quick introduction then I'll let the two characters I have for this week that will take over. Since we are actually doing two posts for introductions I have two main characters for this post, and one of them is going to introduce others from his world since he has already guest posted before about just himself. Or at least, back when he was at the end of book 3, which is why I'm speaking first. Since I have only the first draft of book 1 in his series done, and because some of the characters involved are teens (posting on this blog as well in the next introduction), I'm going to have him post from where he was at in book 1 (Standing Ground). The old post can be found here: Noah's guest post. If this gets long, my apologies, for I have to let the second main character speak, Lucas, because I can't have him and Elijah in the same post yet even though they are the two main characters of a paranormal romance. So, with all that said, here is Noah and his introduction of important people from book 1.

Noah

Noah: Hello. *gives a quick wave* I am Noah, a genetic mutant from Dawn's books. We were once a guest, so I'm happy to be a more permanent member of the blog now. Last time I posted mostly about my mutation and some of the struggles I go through in this series but I think this time I'll talk about those that are involved with me. We're only talking the first section of troubles, right?

Dawn: Right.

Dominic

Noah: Okay. I had just finished a double major in physics and military science. The last part was because my father insisted and he did pay for the schooling but I really wanted to study physics to give myself a better understanding of energy. I can control it but don't like people knowing what I am capable of doing. I spent the last several years living in two locations: my parents' house and my best friend's apartment (Dominic) that they helped pay for. Dominic has been my best friend since we were in school. He's also a mutant though his power is a confusing type of prophetic dreaming that requires he be asleep more often than not. In fact, he'd say hello right now but he's sleeping.

Noah: Then there is my boyfriend Sebastian, though he hates to be called by his full first name. He prefers to be called Bastian. I met him at the beginning of when Dawn started writing the story. At first, he's a bit nervous and in less shape because he didn't work out too much and preferred to study or read. His major was philosophy but then he joins the military and things change. Some of the changes were better than others. He isn't a mutant though, and at first he didn't think I was either despite how I look. I should have told him as it probably would have turned out better than him finding out the way he did but it turns out he doesn't care that I am.

Bastian

Noah: Finally, there are a few that I'd like to mention but don't worry, there aren't any pictures of them yet. These are important if you consider the whole story and not just what gets placed in book 1, though readers meet them there. They are the first set of "rogue mutants" I ever meet, though they certainly aren't the last ones. Two of them were once friends, though after a falling out they had to leave the school so I hadn't seen them since we were teens. First is the somewhat leader, Ty. He is a bit of a jerk and he would often get me into trouble. Ty had to leave because they wanted to stop him from using his mutation too often because he was what could be called a copy cat as he could imitate almost any other mutation if given the opportunity. Along with him as the weather controller, Kelvin, who had trouble controlling his emotions and thus sometimes the weather. The new ones they bring are Michael and Camile. Camile seems to be a bit hard edged and she controls wind. On the other hand, Michael seems very nice compared to the others and he's kind of cute... I mean, he umm controls both fire and ice. Not sure how they all met up but when they get around to telling their side of things I may find out.

Noah: That's all I will mention for now since I'm taking up a lot of space and there is still the demon who is supposed to introduce himself this post. Sorry about rambling and I'm sure I'll be posting again soon.

Lucas

Lucas: Umm, hi. *puts hands in pocket and looks around* This is a bit different. I've done the chats before on that twitter thing and once in a regular chat room but this is my first blog. Guess it'll be nice to do something outside the whole demon crap I have to deal with nowadays. Being a demon sucks. Don't let anyone fool you with all that chat about fire and eternal heat with no snow because it's a lie! I'm stuck in Detroit where I spend my days freezing cold. Other than that, I guess things could be worse considering. Hard to believe that not having a belief in God would put me here but I'm doing my best to make due with the whole situation. Other than the whole, non-dead type thing, being a demon is rather boring. I don't shoot fire from my hands or anything cool like that. Right now, I'm living on another demons couch and we work without pay delivering messages around the area. Aside from the cold, there is a feeling of emptiness that I'm still trying to figure out. It's a dull aching type of emptiness and I definitely have no direction. For now, I'm lost but can only hope that until whatever rapture type disaster comes for my marked soul that I can make the best of this "life" as a demon. That's all I really have to say for now. *walks away*

Introducing The Kinir Elite

2010-12-10T08:00:00.001-05:00

Derac: Attention!

*teams snaps to attention*

Derac: Ladies, gentlemen, and other creatures, I present to you the proud Kinir Elite. Jardel Olen, gifted with the bow and a wild, youthful spirit that often lands him in trouble. Rakan Surat, veteran of the Kinir Elite and expert at more weapons than most can count. Tyngrad Lamblin, a spirital elf with an unhealthy attraction to steel blades. Kierianna Shaphros, expert bow and keen mind for battle strategy, and last but not least, Aeli Edisbaan, evil genius if there ever was one. I am Captain Derac Vidor, leader of this skilled team.

Aeli: Can we quit this formality? It's a blog for Riosis' sake!

Derac: *glares* Ahem. Elitist Edisbaan may be an evil genius but she doesn't know when to keep her mouth shut. *quirks eyebrow*

Tyn: Permission to speak, Captain.

Derac: *nods*

Tyn: It is just a blog, Derac. We can relax. Anastasia said it was completely informal.

Jardel: I second that.

Derac: *curls lip* Fine. At ease. But tomorrow we are training since it is obvious you all lack discipline!

Rakan: Sounds wonderful. These green warriors could use some discipline.

Jardel: Oh come off it! You need to learn to relax my friend.

Rakan: Watch it, youngling.

Kie: *shakes head and opens "Advanced Battle Strategies"*

Aeli: Kie really. It's a wonder you're a female at all. Battle strategies for fun? I mean, we are in the middle of a blog post here.

Kie: *slams book shut* And what is it you would like me to say? Or do?

Aeli: I don't know! But seriously, who can studying battle strategies be fun?

Derac: You should try it sometime, Aeli. Might help you learn when to speak and when not to. *glares*

Kie: *opens her book again* Besides, I hate the picture Anastasia made for this post. Do you see my hair? *grumbles*

Aeli: What is wrong with your hair? It actually looks nice for once.

Kie: Yea well I don't like it. I'm in uniform, it should be pulled back in my braided bun as regulation.

Aeli: *rolls eyes*

Tyn: Are we going to spend our entire blog post fighting?

Derac: Most likely. The only time we seem to act as a team is on a mission. Thus, the reason why I started this in a formal and proper fashion.

Tyn: *raises brows* You need to find some peace my friend. You are wound up too tight.

Derac: *rolls eyes* So you keep telling me.

Jardel: *sits down and puts feet on table* So, what are we going to talk about for this post here?

Rakan: *knocks Jardel's feet off the table* This is just an introduction, for the readers to get to know us.

Aeli: Oh well, Derac already introduced us.

Kie: I vote for more training.

Aeli: *rolls eyes* You would.

Jardel: *sighs* I'll go for training if it involves a hot bath or a female - both preferably. *laughs*

Tyn: *twirls knife* Your weapon should be your best friend, not some woman.

Jardel: Sorry, but I prefer the softness of women over the coldness of steel.

Derac: *pinches bridge of nose* Go away, all of you. You're embarassing me.....I apologize to the readers of this post. While the Kinir Elite are highly skilled and we've never failed to suceed in a mission, our eclectic group of personalities makes for stressful times - for me at least. Hopefully in the next post, they will be more civilized. I bid you farewell. *places fist over heart and bows*

Introduction to Cornerstone Deep

2010-12-08T00:26:00.002-05:00

Mr. Ballard: Hello. My name is Tyler Ballard, Officiator to the Nobles. I’ve been called upon by Sir Cole Shilo to introduce our world.

Vincent: Actually, Charlene wanted us to pop in and share a little about ourselves. Leave it to Cole to pawn off the responsibility.

James: He delegated, Vince. There’s a difference.

Vincent: Well, Mr. Ballard will have to introduce more than their dimension for all this to make sense. We’re from Meridian, not Terra.

Cole: *pulls out a chair and cocks it to the side* Just let him handle this, Kid. *sits down, stretching his long legs in front of him*

Vincent: Could you at least hold back on calling me Kid in front of the blog readers?

James: Both of you could show a little more temperance in light of the moment.

Cole: *mumbles* Always the mediator.

Mr. Ballard: Sir Vincent is quite correct. These fine founders are not native to our dimension. They serve as Sentinels here on Terra. Or as it is known by its position in the spectrum of realms, Cornerstone Deep, as we share the supportive base. And I must say, it is an honor for me to have Ms. Wilson name her debut novel after my home plane. *glances at the Shilo brothers then clears his throat* Allow me to explain.

Vincent: *leans over to James* He could have at lease allowed Charlene to create avatars to represent us.

Cole: I’m not being portrayed by a cartoon.

Vincent: A caricature. What’s so wrong with that? It’d help your disposition to laugh at yourself every now and then. *turns away* Mianna would have loved it.

Cole: *jumps to his feet and speaks through his teeth* Leave her out of this.

James: *steps between the two and folds his formidable arms* That was uncalled for, Vince.

Vincent: Well, I’m certain Chad and Styne from her other novel, Aumelan, wouldn’t mind.

Mr. Ballard: *rearranges his notes and continues* As you know, a cornerstone is a vital part of any building or structure. In this case, you could think of an arch. It begins and ends with a cornerstone supporting each base. Midway sections join the meridian cap to the cornerstones to make the structure. As with this structure, our spectrum has planes named Meridian, Midway, and Cornerstone. Sirs Cole, James, and Vincent are from Meridian… *looks back at the brothers and ups his brows*

Vincent: *looks at Mr. Ballard with his onyx eyes*

James: *looks at Cole*

Cole: *sits back down, looks at Mr. Ballard and nods, crossing his ankles*

Mr. Ballard: And possess the powers of that gifted central plane.

Vincent: *leans toward James* I know Elaina would love to help Charlene pick out a doll avatar to represent her.

Cole: *glares at Vincent*

Mr. Ballard: Our side of the spectrum’s arch is called Deep and the other side is called Summit. Hence, Cornerstone Deep.

Vincent: And face it James. You wouldn’t mind seeing Linda in some of those getups they have to choose from.

Cole: *jumps to his feet again* That’s enough, Kid!

Vincent: Don’t call me Kid!

Cole: It’s your first life span. You’re a kid!

Vincent: *sparks dance along his fists* So three life spans makes you an old brooding self-centered prick!

James: *scowls and reaches into Cole’s pocket, removing an envelope* Mr. Ballard, maybe you should take your leave before Vincent destroys the place.

Mr. Ballard: *accepts the envelope and stashes it in his pocket* Thank you Sir Shilo. Always a pleasure doing business you.

James: *turns back to his brothers and mumbles* I wonder how many times Charlene will put up with having her study blown up.