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Post by Moni on Jan 29, 2015 23:13:02 GMT -5
"There is no way to free someone of the Three once they are in their hold, is what I'm trying to say," said Elana "But Lord Darigan--" "Lord Darigan only came back after the Three were done with him, after he caused a lot of damage." "There must be a way," replied Lisha, making sure to raise her voice so she wouldn't get interrupted again. "You've probably never tried to deal with them." The glare Elana directed at Lisha after that statement chilled her to the core, a very familiar chill of both horror and discovery. She'd known Elana before, she was sure, from somewhere, but for some reason her mind could not find anything. "Trust me, I'm not as distant as you think." Elana turned away. "If I were you, kid, I'd face up to the fact your brother is gone. There is nothing you can do to help him. Believing in fanciful wishes only makes the pain of disappointment that much more unbearable."
. . . Meh.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2015 23:46:41 GMT -5
Arin nodded. "It is possible that I could learn my abilities on my own..." What a relief that would be. Then she wouldn't have to trouble Radu and stress herself out. She noticed that she didn't seem to have much trouble grasping how to use her powers, once Radu had instructed her on how to access them naturally.
At Bykendi's confession, Arin paused in her musings. She took a breath and reached for his other hand. "Byk..." She looked up at him. "I know you do not want me to go. I would rather not fight. I never want to use my abilities to cause harm to anyone." Squeezing his hands, she continued, "But I am worried about you going to the Tower without me. I could not bear to leave you during something so critical."
Arin bit her lip slightly. "And it seems... whenever you and I are separated, something seems to go wrong. I feel like I should be there. I was not planning on fighting, I can focus on defending, and now I know I can use my powers for healing, and that would be useful as well." She tilted her head. "But, that being said, I think it would be smart if I at least became familiar with combat. And I mean in general, not just for the Tower. Learning self defense sounds like a good idea, and I need something to do for these next few days if I will not be needed for translating all the time."
The first few rebel humans began to trickle out into the training ground. While a few of them with paler complexions grabbed protective eyewear, most of them walked with no apparent aversion to the sun. They rapidly took to different parts of the training area, mostly to the weapons stations. They approached the bidurruti warily, but didn't seem to be particularly uneasy about the weapons themselves, and most of them had brought their own weapons. It looked as though Joza had told them to brush up on their strengths this time around.
One of them, a slim woman with a thick mane of blond hair, quietly slipped to the self defense area and situated herself on the peripheral. Maudrie stood with her arms crossed as she watched Luka and Radu spar, a gleam of amusement and interest in her eyes. Arin is determined to not miss out on the climax of her own story, never mind the safety issues. Also, decided to have some fun with Maud because I don't write her enough. She's basically a ninja with 80's hair. And I am okay with this.
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Post by Sabre on Feb 9, 2015 12:22:50 GMT -5
*after researching North Korean government and stealing a picture of Channing Tatum for reference, not that it's relevant to this particular sentence*
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Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2015 13:24:05 GMT -5
You're really good at writing intense scenes, Sabre! All of my stuff seems so tame in comparison. xD I'm so bad at starting things off with a bang. I'm like "but wait no I want to know about the world and the characters first". Speaking of things that don't start with a bang, The Werelupe King chuckled. “I will never understand pets like him.”
“Like you don’t do the same thing with combat,” Terra replied, nudging his ribs with a teasing smile.
Isengrim snickered. “Let’s change the subject.” He looked down at her dress. “You have such a nice gown, I am worried about getting chocolate stains on it.”
“Oh, don’t worry about that,” Terra said. “The high-class Neopia Central hotels have laundry facilities staffed by water mages. They can get out any stain.”
“Mm, that is fortuitous.” Isengrim reached for a chocolate-dipped Doughnutfruit. “It is too bad my ambassador is a fire mage. She would be less than useful for such a thing.”
Terra laughed. “At least she’s great for pyrotechnics shows.”
Isengrim turned the fruit over in his paw, inspecting it. “Do you ever think they will discover a Doughnutfruit Chia…?”
“Augh.” Terra grinned in mock exasperation and leaned her arm against his back, into his fur cape. She rested her forehead on it. “You’re incorrigible.”
The Werelupe King smiled as he snapped up the Doughnutfruit. “I know.”
“Oh, do pardon me,” said a Grey Zafara as she reached for the stacks of chocolate.
When Terra saw the Zafara, the owner's eyes widened. She drew in a breath and pushed off of Isengrim. “Oh, man. I totally forgot.”
“Mm?” said Isengrim through a mouthful of chocolate and Doughnutfruit. Yes, this entire story is just Terra and Isengrim hanging out at the Chocolate Ball. I regret nothing. <_<
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Post by Sabre on Feb 9, 2015 15:39:34 GMT -5
Ooh, thanks, @surfersquid! I try to avoid lines such as 'she was scared' (because I feel that's just lazy and my english teachers don't like it either) so it's really wonderful when I get the emotion across without actually saying that. I'm really looking forward to seeing this Chocolate Ball story in the NT. :3 Any chance we'll have anymore epic 12-Part sagas from Hyren and the gang?
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Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2015 15:57:59 GMT -5
Yep, showing emotion and invoking it through imagery is much more effective than simply saying it. You do a great job with that. ^^ And thanks! I'm hoping to get it finished and submitted for the Chocolate Ball issue (or at least the issue that falls closest to the Chocolate Ball) in mid-September. Considering I'm nearly done with it, that shouldn't be a problem, but I've just been really lazy with writing lately. xD Well, no, not lazy. It doesn't count as lazy if a lot of other stuff's been going on and you just haven't the mind to concentrate on writing. Everybody needs a break now and again. As for the 12-parters, honestly, not as far as I can tell. xD Those things are exhausting, and I don't have any more ideas for plots that long at the moment. At least not for Neopets stuff. I have some novel manuscripts I would really like to finish, as well as other OF ideas that I'm still tossing around and fleshing out. But the Chocolate Ball story will be multi-part--it started off as a short story, but when I hit the 4k mark and realized I still had so much I wanted to say and nothing I wanted to cut, I decided to just run with it instead of butchering it in an attempt to squeeze it into 4k words. xD Definitely won't be 12 parts, though--it's currently sitting at 5700 words, so it will probably be a two-parter at the most. Still, it's nice to have some smaller series to balance out my wild swings between short stories and ridiculous novel-length epics. xD Speaking of that, Mostly Harmless (flufflepuff) said she was enjoying Terra and Isengrim dancing, so I just went ahead and gave myself free rein to enjoy it too and turn the cuteness dial to 11. xD Also, having fun with reversing the cliche of the girl teaching the guy how to dance. Ballroom dance is not a skill Terra ever took any interest in, but seeing as Isengrim is a king trying to properly integrate himself into global politics, his ambassador gave him a crash course in dancing when she learned he was attending a ball.
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Post by Mostly Harmless (flufflepuff) on Feb 9, 2015 16:33:27 GMT -5
@surfersquid you're making me want to read WSF like right this second *squeal* Though I do want to point out another example of the guy teaching the girl to dance that's nigh mainstream (and it sent all the Garrus fangirls wild) : But so as not to spam the chat I'll....uh, put something I wrote not too long ago. Yes. Another sonnet. I am a sap ok < 3
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Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2015 16:49:06 GMT -5
@surfersquid you're making me want to read WSF like right this second *squeal* Muwahaha *rubs hands together deviously* Ah, it's nice to know there are other precedents. xD And yay sonnets! If we're sharing not-technically-latest sentences, the latest thing I wrote for The Bidelek Trail is: When Maudrie saw that Luka was going to let her have the first attack, she nodded curtly. It was only polite to let your sparring partner know to be ready, after all. She drew in a sharp breath and drew herself up. In one quick and fluid motion, she shifted to a full-on sprint toward Luka. Before she got in range a moment later, she dove with practiced precision, tucking and trying to roll between his legs.
Arin smiled bashfully. "I admit I enjoy watching you show off your skills... but you are right, I would be better off learning from Luka." She felt like she had gone far enough not knowing anything about combat in a world full of warriors. Even if she was not exactly rushing off to battle all the time, she did not like the idea of being completely unable to defend herself if she could at all help it. Just watching Luka teach self-defense would help, she thought.
At Bykendi's offer, she glanced up at him and nodded. "I think that would help, yes. Thank you." Luka was her friend as well, and although Arin now had a fresh strategy to use, it wouldn't hurt to have someone else on her side. She seemed to get farther with a third party mediating than she ever did by herself. Maud's and Luka's sparring match is going to be the first one-on-one fight between one of my characters and one of my co-author's. I'm surprised it's taken us almost four years for that to happen. xD (We've written larger-scale fights and battles between opposing forces, but never a one-on-one fight scene.) I'm excited and apprehensive about writing Maudrie's fighting style and I hope it comes across okay. I want to give her a homebrew combat style that's somewhere between aikido, Baguazhang, and gymnastics as she focuses on speed and technique over power, uses her own opponents as springboards, and turns their strength against them. Her aim is to take the other person out quickly and efficiently while using her small size as an asset--especially considering she developed this technique to use against a race twice her size and several times stronger. Also Arin is just fangirling Bykendi like usual. xD And also desperately trying to connect with someone who is a walking bundle of issues. It's not going so well.
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Post by Blu on Feb 14, 2015 14:37:11 GMT -5
No one knew where they came from. No one knew how they came to be. People only knew that they were evil—pure evil. An evil embodied by pale, gooey flesh. The residents of Virtupets had no means of defeating them, having seen nothing of their kind before. Jaro ran with his mother, away from the horde of horrifying Grundos. He sprinted down the west corridor, turning left for the escape pods. He looked behind them, “Mother, watch out!” he hollered as the horde closed in around her. “Save yourself, my child,” she pleaded, reaching her blue hand out to Jaro. “Run to the escape pods, get help from Neopia!” “I won’t leave you,” he declared dashing towards her. One of the creatures reached out to grab him. Jaro twisted away. He raced towards his mother, watching as the horde pinned her against one of the walls of Virtupets Station. No, no, no, he pleaded in his head. Not her. Please don’t take her. An ear-piercing scream echoed down the corridor. Jaro stopped in his tracks, horrified by the sight of his mother. She had been turned into one of them. Tears pooled in his eyes, running down his cheeks in rivers of sobs. There was no longer anything he could do for her. Jaro turned, sprinting back down the corridor towards the escape pods. How could he have let this happen? A door stood before him, locked tight with metal bars and computer codes. He unfastened the casing around the lock pad, dialing 6-9-4-2. The door beeped in approval, opening for Jaro to enter. A gooey hand grasped his arm. He turned to see the creature, starring at him with hungry, glowing red eyes. These creatures were so silent, Jaro had not heard them coming at all. He yanked his arm free and ran toward the remaining escape pod—the very last one. Jumping inside, his fingers did all the work. Push this button to start the engine, pull this lever to release the brake. “Please wait!” a small voice squeaked, but Jaro could not hear it over the rumble of the engine. He buckled his seatbelt and prepared to launch. “Don’t leave me here!” Jaro pushed the big green button. The pod launched, pinning Jaro to the back of his seat. As space drifted by the window, Jaro looked back. Through the window panels of the Space Station, Jaro watched in horror as the small girl was overtaken by the horde of Marshmallow Grundos.
I know this is more than just a sentence but I couldn't help but share it. I may have made it to dramatic but its suppose to be comedic, not to sure how that came across since its only the beginning. It was fun to write at least!
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Post by Deleted on Feb 14, 2015 16:28:11 GMT -5
Pfffft Arin and Bykendi are being sappy again, what else is new <_<
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Post by Shinko on Mar 24, 2015 12:22:34 GMT -5
Sad little Sieg is very sad and lonely. =( I don't get to show it often, but he was suuuper emotionally dependant on Ophelia even before his father's death, since he had absolutely no other kids close to his own age to play with growing up.
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tinti
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"It doesn't do to dwell on dreams and forget to live, remember that,"
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Post by tinti on Mar 28, 2015 23:37:08 GMT -5
last worse of a poem I wrote a few days ago. I normally write in Norwegian so this was a 1 min translation, lol.
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Post by Breakingchains on Mar 29, 2015 14:04:52 GMT -5
So I'm noticing basically all of my characters are impulsive jackasses these days.
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Post by Blu on Mar 30, 2015 15:15:28 GMT -5
That is were I ended a random writing prompt last night. Not the greatest but I haven't posted in awhile.
This one I wrote late at night and just copied from my prompt notebook. I think it may be the opening of a make-shift NaNoWriMo I am challenging myself to do in June (since I missed November due to scholarly duties). A little bit of editing and I think it will make a great opening/prologue to the story. Thoughts? P/M me if you have input.
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Post by Breakingchains on Jun 14, 2015 19:40:51 GMT -5
So I'm back to writing Neopets stuff apparently oh my
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