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Post by Rikku on Sept 22, 2008 15:01:00 GMT -5
I'm actually still not sure whether or not I'm going to do this. xD Depends on lots of things. And I want to figure out the plot and such before I start, so I won't do anything stupid like start out with four protagonists and no villains. >.>; Which really does sound like something I would do. It's called Remember Remember, or Camaraderie. Haven't decided yet. =D Set in Wellington, where some time ago, a rift in the fabric of space and time was opened. Creatures started coming through ... dragons, and griffins, and fairies. And strange things started happening. People discovered that they had unusual talents. And then the creatures decided it was time they were known, and started trying to cause chaos. Meanwhile, in a small town half an hour's train ride away, a vampire and a werewolf meet in a somewhat seedy bar and somehow, completely against all tradition, become friends. This story is completely unrelated at this point. ^_^ Characters! =D
Tallish, but tends to walk with a stoop. Dark hair, chafed skin. When he was very young, he started a fire in his parent's house, destroying the house and killing his parents ... and a few years later, he discovered the rift. He's sure that he had a hand in its creation somehow, and feels compelled to eliminate the creatures that come out of it. He's forming a theory - that the creatures that come out of the rift are formed by people's imaginations. If this is true, the situation is even worse, because he has to make sure that no unscrupulous people exploit the rift for their own purposes.
Oh! And did I mention he was a pyromancer? ^__^ And he likes cooking. But he isn't very good at it.
Haven't decided much about this one yet. She's a necromancer, who lives in the graveyard where Cameron's parents are buried ... her power lies mostly in summoning creatures or darkness, and as such she is completely against Harcort's elimination efforts. This is what we call an antagonist, not a villain. ^^' I don't think I've had one before. Um. She wears yellow and black gumboots, and has gold and grey hair.
Fair-haired and fair-skinned. Tall, slender, bordering on gangly. Likes Wellington's night life - he has a tendency to show up uninvited at parties, and end up being everyone's best friend by the end of it. Fun-loving, with a rather wry sense of humour. He's a vampire. There's a whole clan of them living in Wellington, who wisely attempt to conceal their existence; when asked, Andrew explains that his teeth are the fake Halloween variety, and if quizzed further about why he's wearing them at all, breaks into a well-timed coughing fit.
... His name keeps changing. xD I think this was the one I originally had in mind, though.
Sturdily built, with dark brown hair. He has to spend quite a bit of time each morning shaving, and generally has acquired a nine-o-clock shadow by evening in any case. He has difficulty keeping a steady job, so tends to dress rather blandly. Likes the seashore. Rift werewolves can control their transformations, and have a pack, similar to the vampire's clan but rather closer-knit, that administrates werewolf business. They keep hidden, too, though it's easier for them. They do tend to go a little wild at full moon. Their human sentience, intelligence and reason that stays with them when they go wolf is generally referred to as a 'moonshadow', and there's a chance that if they transform during full moon their moonshadow will be lost. The pack is in possession of a number of very large and rather suspect dogs for this very reason.
Pale, light brown hair. He's quite young, but already built up quite the reputation as a petty thief - not that that's a good thing. I want him to go on a quest-type thing, but I'm not actually sure yet how he fits in at all. xD Give it time. I have a few weeks left, yeah?
I was thinking his first scene would involve him trying to hack something, but being interrupted by a worm. Or rather, wyrm. Which I think would come from Cameron's first scene, fighting a dragon. I think a good way of establishing a character is in having them enter in a characteristic way. So, yeah, Bentasmal (his name is longer than that, but I'm still not sure what it should be. Or what EyesInTheDark means, exactly) comes in trying to make money, and Cameron comes in dragon-fighting, and Donovan and Scott come in drinking. xD Heh.
Maybe he's Cameron's long-lost imaginary brother. That would be convenient.
Beautiful. Winged. But indistinct - it's difficult to focus on him hard enough to see what he actually looks like. He's in control of a company that makes forms. Endless forms. But then again, maybe that isn't all it does. Maybe he hires people who are sorely in need of work. Interesting people. Unique people. Rift people. Maybe he plays games with lives because it's fun.
Faust isn't his real name, of course; he wouldn't be so stupid as to reveal that. xD
Handsome, maybe even beautiful in the way that a knife is beautiful - slim, and sharp, and deadly. He has white hair, red eyes, and dinky little horns. Being a demonic creature and all. ^__^ He's the kind to work for a person for years and then stab them in the back when they least expect it.
And now he's Master Fae's second in command, quietly obeying orders. Teehee.
He has a way of accumulating names. Saffron calls him Zephyr, and Faust calls him Sethri. But he calls himself Sephri, so that's what I'll call him.
I'm not entirely certain as to the nature of his power yet. He can change his aspect (turns into this adorable little cat sometimes ^_^) but that might just be glamour. Still, glamour is a pretty handy ability to have. I think he specializes in information, and general-purpose demoning.
And I'd quite like Kalin to be involved at some point too. But that's all I have time for now. Not sure if I can pull this off, but either way it's gonna be neat. =D |
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Post by Shadaras on Sept 22, 2008 16:42:14 GMT -5
If you continue calling this 'Remember Remember', then I shall get a song called Remember stuck in my head every time I see the title. Not that that's a bad thing. And I like your characters. Can't wait to see how you have them all interact. ^_^ ..what little plot you have is good, too. And who's this Kalin you mention?
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Post by Kathleen on Sept 22, 2008 16:51:30 GMT -5
.. I demand to read the finished work, when it is finished. xD This is going to be awesome, I know it. ^^
I am immediately fond of Saffron. For no good reason, but still. And for some very strange reason, she strikes me as the type to play a saxophone. Now please ignore that, my strange mind. xD
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Post by Rikku on Sept 23, 2008 0:43:06 GMT -5
If you continue calling this 'Remember Remember', then I shall get a song called Remember stuck in my head every time I see the title. Not that that's a bad thing. And I like your characters. Can't wait to see how you have them all interact. ^_^ ..what little plot you have is good, too. And who's this Kalin you mention? It just fits. Having a main character who's a pyromancer an' all. Remember remember the fifth of November,
The gunpowder, treason and plot,
I see no reason why gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot.... I can't wait either, because I honestly have no idea. xD; Kalin is a nightwalker, someone who used to be a man but now walks the earth in perpetuity, guiding the troubled or unquiet souls to the Darker Realms. I'm sure I could use him somehow. >.>; .. I demand to read the finished work, when it is finished. xD This is going to be awesome, I know it. ^^ I am immediately fond of Saffron. For no good reason, but still. And for some very strange reason, she strikes me as the type to play a saxophone. Now please ignore that, my strange mind. xD Aww, thanks. ^_^' I wish I had half your certainty. I'll have to work on all the characters and their varied motivations as much as I can, seeing the last time I had more than one main character it ended up in a mess. ;__; The point of view, it changes ... so much ... I suppose I'll have to make her more interesting, then - she's kind of dull in my mind. The problem is all my necromancers end up more or less the same. But saxophone, saxophone would certainly work. Maybe a sentient one. =D Ooh. This is going to be so much fun. |
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Post by Zylaa on Sept 23, 2008 17:33:44 GMT -5
Every time I see the title of this thread I get the urge to watch V for Vendetta. XD (In case you haven't seen it-- it's a sort of modern, dystopic Guy Fawkes story, and they use that poem)
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Post by Rikku on Sept 23, 2008 23:40:30 GMT -5
Every time I see the title of this thread I get the urge to watch V for Vendetta. XD (In case you haven't seen it-- it's a sort of modern, dystopic Guy Fawkes story, and they use that poem) I've read the comic. =D And any similarities would probably be a good thing, it's rather brilliant. |
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Post by Rikku on Sept 25, 2008 0:50:30 GMT -5
I have it all figured out now! =D ... That is perhaps a slight exaggeration. >.>; But I do know some things. About how the first few scenes will fit together. No idea about the ending, but I haven't even figured out Demonling's ending yet, and I'm writing it currently. xD So um. I'd better write down a few things so I don't forget them.
Cameron Julian Harcort is twenty. (He works as a waiter, but gets fired at some point - I think the second day, after he doesn't show up thanks to being abducted or something.) Fifteen years ago, on the fifth of November, he burned his house down, and that was around the time when the Rift opened. Hence why he takes responsibility for various nasties, such as the vampire/werewolf cold war that is quietly devastating the city. Speaking of which.
Scott and Donovan's first scene involves them meeting in the Waterfront Tavern, a rather archaic place, as the name attests. Perhaps they'll engage in small talk until they happen to glance in the mirror, where Scott observes that Donovan doesn't have a shadow, and Donovan observes that Scott doesn't have a reflection at all. Of course they immediately spring to their feet with much growling and baring of teeth, then glance around - it is strictly forbidden for vampires or werewolves to reveal what they are, and they're getting a lot of suspicious looks. A hasty truce is formed, and the conversation goes something like 'How dare you say that about my mother? You ... ah, bad person!' 'You are right, I completely regret my actions. I'll buy you a drink.' And then sit down again, crisis averted. Later, when there aren't witnesses around, Scott manages to get Donovan pinned against the wall, going on at length about how werewolves completely lack decency, honour, hygiene and a sense of humour. Donovan makes a 'knock knock' joke, and they're pretty much friends after that. Later, Donovan gets fired from yet another job and goes to wait outside Faust's office building; Cameron sees him, recognizes him as a werewolf and takes him prisoner, thanks to a recent bout of killings that he suspects werewolves are vampires might be behind, maybe. Scott comes and rescues him. Cameron, being a resourceful cook, tries to attack Scott with garlic, but only has nutmeg. (Harcort has a wooden spoon that he occasionally has to use as a weapon. And he often protests that he's a good cook, really!)
There's a few other scenes and sequels I have in mind, but I just want to remember those. Mostly because I think I could make 'em really funny.
Sephri is the one behind the killings, of course, and later destroys an office building. All on the request of his master Faust, or so he claims. I wouldn't believe him, seeing he alternates between carefree (music, video games) and ruthless, bordering on psychotic. I love this character far too much.
Seph's buddies with Saffron, who once hired a petty Internet thief named EyesInTheDark to steal back her boots, which are probably linked with a soul or something else dreary, and still keeps in contact with him. As does Alex Scott, for some reason; I suppose he sympathizes with Bentasmal. (Scott's online name is probably VengefulAngel or something else dramatic. Silly boy.)
Bentasmal's fifteen, and he can't sleep. At all. Not ever. Hence his name. And his real name would be Benjamin Miles Harcort, I think. And that's all I want to record for now.
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Post by Kathleen on Sept 25, 2008 0:55:50 GMT -5
I have it all figured out now! =D ... That is perhaps a slight exaggeration. >.>; But I do know some things. About how the first few scenes will fit together. No idea about the ending, but I haven't even figured out Demonling's ending yet, and I'm writing it currently. xD So um. I'd better write down a few things so I don't forget them.
Cameron Julian Harcort is twenty. (He works as a waiter, but gets fired at some point - I think the second day, after he doesn't show up thanks to being abducted or something.) Fifteen years ago, on the fifth of November, he burned his house down, and that was around the time when the Rift opened. Hence why he takes responsibility for various nasties, such as the vampire/werewolf cold war that is quietly devastating the city. Speaking of which.
Scott and Donovan's first scene involves them meeting in the Waterfront Tavern, a rather archaic place, as the name attests. Perhaps they'll engage in small talk until they happen to glance in the mirror, where Scott observes that Donovan doesn't have a shadow, and Donovan observes that Scott doesn't have a reflection at all. Of course they immediately spring to their feet with much growling and baring of teeth, then glance around - it is strictly forbidden for vampires or werewolves to reveal what they are, and they're getting a lot of suspicious looks. A hasty truce is formed, and the conversation goes something like 'How dare you say that about my mother? You ... ah, bad person!' 'You are right, I completely regret my actions. I'll buy you a drink.' And then sit down again, crisis averted. Later, when there aren't witnesses around, Scott manages to get Donovan pinned against the wall, going on at length about how werewolves completely lack decency, honour, hygiene and a sense of humour. Donovan makes a 'knock knock' joke, and they're pretty much friends after that. Later, Donovan gets fired from yet another job and goes to wait outside Faust's office building; Cameron sees him, recognizes him as a werewolf and takes him prisoner, thanks to a recent bout of killings that he suspects werewolves are vampires might be behind, maybe. Scott comes and rescues him. Cameron, being a resourceful cook, tries to attack Scott with garlic, but only has nutmeg. (Harcort has a wooden spoon that he occasionally has to use as a weapon. And he often protests that he's a good cook, really!)
There's a few other scenes and sequels I have in mind, but I just want to remember those. Mostly because I think I could make 'em really funny.
Sephri is the one behind the killings, of course, and later destroys an office building. All on the request of his master Faust, or so he claims. I wouldn't believe him, seeing he alternates between carefree (music, video games) and ruthless, bordering on psychotic. I love this character far too much.
Seph's buddies with Saffron, who once hired a petty Internet thief named EyesInTheDark to steal back her boots, which are probably linked with a soul or something else dreary, and still keeps in contact with him. As does Alex Scott, for some reason; I suppose he sympathizes with Bentasmal. (Scott's online name is probably VengefulAngel or something else dramatic. Silly boy.)
Bentasmal's fifteen, and he can't sleep. At all. Not ever. Hence his name. And his real name would be Benjamin Miles Harcort, I think. And that's all I want to record for now.
Intriguing very interesting. ^_^ Steal back her boots? My, I really, really like her now. .. Sephri is interesting, too. At least, he sounds like it. Hmmm. I will be watching. All of them. Yay. ^^ |
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Post by Zylaa on Sept 25, 2008 10:13:37 GMT -5
XDDD
Love that conversation.
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Post by Shadaras on Sept 25, 2008 11:28:39 GMT -5
Upon reading Sephri's description, I decided that he will be my favorite character. xD ..I think it was the bit about the horns, for whatever reason. And your characters are going to be so awesome together. I want to see this story once you've written it. I really do.
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Post by Rikku on Sept 25, 2008 14:51:30 GMT -5
XDDD Love that conversation. As do I. =D I have it all figured out now! =D ... That is perhaps a slight exaggeration. >.>; But I do know some things. About how the first few scenes will fit together. No idea about the ending, but I haven't even figured out Demonling's ending yet, and I'm writing it currently. xD So um. I'd better write down a few things so I don't forget them.
Cameron Julian Harcort is twenty. (He works as a waiter, but gets fired at some point - I think the second day, after he doesn't show up thanks to being abducted or something.) Fifteen years ago, on the fifth of November, he burned his house down, and that was around the time when the Rift opened. Hence why he takes responsibility for various nasties, such as the vampire/werewolf cold war that is quietly devastating the city. Speaking of which.
Scott and Donovan's first scene involves them meeting in the Waterfront Tavern, a rather archaic place, as the name attests. Perhaps they'll engage in small talk until they happen to glance in the mirror, where Scott observes that Donovan doesn't have a shadow, and Donovan observes that Scott doesn't have a reflection at all. Of course they immediately spring to their feet with much growling and baring of teeth, then glance around - it is strictly forbidden for vampires or werewolves to reveal what they are, and they're getting a lot of suspicious looks. A hasty truce is formed, and the conversation goes something like 'How dare you say that about my mother? You ... ah, bad person!' 'You are right, I completely regret my actions. I'll buy you a drink.' And then sit down again, crisis averted. Later, when there aren't witnesses around, Scott manages to get Donovan pinned against the wall, going on at length about how werewolves completely lack decency, honour, hygiene and a sense of humour. Donovan makes a 'knock knock' joke, and they're pretty much friends after that. Later, Donovan gets fired from yet another job and goes to wait outside Faust's office building; Cameron sees him, recognizes him as a werewolf and takes him prisoner, thanks to a recent bout of killings that he suspects werewolves are vampires might be behind, maybe. Scott comes and rescues him. Cameron, being a resourceful cook, tries to attack Scott with garlic, but only has nutmeg. (Harcort has a wooden spoon that he occasionally has to use as a weapon. And he often protests that he's a good cook, really!)
There's a few other scenes and sequels I have in mind, but I just want to remember those. Mostly because I think I could make 'em really funny.
Sephri is the one behind the killings, of course, and later destroys an office building. All on the request of his master Faust, or so he claims. I wouldn't believe him, seeing he alternates between carefree (music, video games) and ruthless, bordering on psychotic. I love this character far too much.
Seph's buddies with Saffron, who once hired a petty Internet thief named EyesInTheDark to steal back her boots, which are probably linked with a soul or something else dreary, and still keeps in contact with him. As does Alex Scott, for some reason; I suppose he sympathizes with Bentasmal. (Scott's online name is probably VengefulAngel or something else dramatic. Silly boy.)
Bentasmal's fifteen, and he can't sleep. At all. Not ever. Hence his name. And his real name would be Benjamin Miles Harcort, I think. And that's all I want to record for now.
Intriguing very interesting. ^_^ Steal back her boots? My, I really, really like her now. .. Sephri is interesting, too. At least, he sounds like it. Hmmm. I will be watching. All of them. Yay. ^^ Upon reading Sephri's description, I decided that he will be my favorite character. xD ..I think it was the bit about the horns, for whatever reason. And your characters are going to be so awesome together. I want to see this story once you've written it. I really do. Saffron knows like everyone. Half of the civilian population of Wellington, and three-quarters of the Rifters, at least by reputation. And she lives in a cute little mausoleum with a raven named Robert. ^__^ I like her too. I keep on doodling little Sephris in the margins of my books at school. xD And Camerons. And the occasional Scott. I am getting far too excited about this. |
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Post by Rikku on Sept 27, 2008 2:00:56 GMT -5
... I was bored. >.>; And I had some time. So here's a quick story of how Alex Scott and Bentasmal 'met'. Turned out longer than I meant it to, but ah well.
It was past midnight. Light spilled out of buildings, illuminating a few square metres of concrete. It was a moonless night, the kind of night when things whisper in the tops of trees and all those with sense stay inside and bar the doors. There was an unusually large amount of youths out and about.
The girl sat at the bar, idly swirling a drink. She was too young for it, really, but this wasn’t the kind of place where people noticed things like that. Wasn’t really the kind of place where people noticed anything. The girl’s hair was a black too deep to be natural, growing out blonde at the roots. Her face was layered with congealing makeup, and she hadn’t actually danced with anyone yet. She appeared to be in the club purely to soak in the atmosphere, which was slightly less toxic than that on Mars. She called herself Zenith, or Leaf, or Sunbeam; it varied. Her real name was Hannah. She ran away from home two weeks ago, and was enjoying life on her own! She said this with a broad but unconvincing grin to the man she was talking to.
He was in his late teens or early twenties, tall, rather gangly, with fair hair and blue eyes. He was wearing a jacket that might have been leather, or might have been denim; the shifting lights of the club made it look like the pelt of some exotic wolf from a jungle far away. He introduced himself as Scott, and spent the next half hour chatting and laughing with the girl, who was Sunbeam at that point.
“… So there I was, right. And there was this fish.”
Sunbeam giggled. After a few minutes of conversation, she was hanging on to every word. “Fish?” she echoed, batting her eyelashes wildly enough to create a miniature tornado.
“Mm. Just sitting in the middle of my apartment.” He leaned back on his stool, gripping the bar to keep his balance. “I think it was a haddock. All slimy. Ruined my upholster—”
She kissed him. He pulled away, grinned at her, made a deep bow, grabbed her hand, led her out. Sunbeam was too young for this, and part of her was scared – she was alone with a strange man in a dark alley. (A windy dark alley. But that was a given.) But that was what she had run away for, wasn’t it? To prove that she could look after herself, could make her own decisions.
Scott glanced around. “Hold still and this won’t hurt too much,” he said. He leaned forward and bit her on the neck, closer to the shoulder really. Blood flowed. Sunbeam’s eyes went wide with shock, and she slid slowly down the wall. She whimpered.
“Really, what did you think the fangs were for? Should’ve known better. Hang on … I’ve got you …” He lowered her to the ground, a little roughly. “Now …” He rummaged in the pockets of his maybe-denim jacket, now stained a little. Sunbeam’s blood looked black in the poor light. “Ha! I knew I had it somewhere.” Scott held a vial against her neck, watching as the blood flowed into it. “Someone wants you very scared,” he informed her. “Probably your parents. You ought to go back, try and make it up to them, or the next monster you meet in a dark alley will be your last.” He wiggled his fingers in what was probably meant to be an ominous way. Sunbeam fainted.
Scott rolled his eyes. He drank a little of her blood, but he’d fed quite recently and his heart wasn’t really in it.
“If it makes you feel any better,” he told the prone form, “this is going to make me quite a bit of money.” He waggled the vial, now corked, and slipped it safely into one of his pockets. “Maybe I’ll get a new sofa. I like sofas. Sofas are good.”
Just then there was a sound, as of something moving in the shadows. It was only the faintest of sounds, barely a murmur, but Scott froze. His sunny eyes scanned the shadows and found nothing.
He glanced back at the unconscious girl. “Sorry. I’m not really ready for a serious relationship right now.” He paused as another sound came from the shadows – a footstep. “Um! But if anyone finds you dead I am so screwed. Hang on.” He stripped off his jacket after carefully removing the vial and wrapped it around the girl’s wound. The blood flow was already slowing. With luck, she’d live. At any rate she’d be scared, which was the point, of course.
Then, after a quick glance around the alley, Scott was gone, running towards home and safety.
A few hours before, in a Warehouse store, a young boy was frowning at the clothing section.
He was small, slight, brown-haired, with dark shadows beneath his eyes. He was thirteen, though he didn’t look it; the baggy clothes that he was garbed in made him look even smaller.
“Excuse me? Miss?”
The Warehouse worker looked over at him, with the blank expression that is found amongst condemned prisoners and wage-slaves. “Yes,” she said flatly. It might have been a question. Maybe.
“Do you know where I could find any clothes my size?”
“Children’s section,” she monotoned, and drifted sadly away.
Bentasmal gritted his teeth. Children’s section indeed! Who did these people think he was?
A child, evidently.
He snorted and moved off to the technology section. It was interesting enough, very gleamy and chromey. One of the laptops had little stickers on the keyboard to show which letters were which.
He glanced briefly at the books. Very briefly. He passed through almost at a run. They didn’t have anything good; never did.
Then he meandered over to the confectionaries department, and stole a chocolate bar. He did it quite obviously, whistling obnoxiously. Then he wandered towards the door.
As expected, he was stopped before he exited. This security guard was actually halfway competent, which was a change. He found the candy bar, yelled a bit, but let Bentasmal off without trespassing him or fining him at all.
He waited until he was home to slide the cell phone out of the special lining in his oversized jacket. It was shiny, sleek, and above all, new. He smirked, but the brief pleasure of the theft faded almost instantly, and he was left sprawling in his computer chair, frowning at the ceiling. This was how he spent most of his time.
His apartment was very cramped. There wasn’t really room for a bed, which was good because he didn’t need one. Posters of Firefly, Star Trek, and Doctor Who were tacked onto the walls, peeling off in places. The floor was covered in a light shell of old clothes and the detritus of a hundred take-out meals. It wasn’t much – in fact, it was about as little as it was possible to get, but it was at least an improvement from the foster home. Living under a bridge would have been an improvement on that. Running away had definitely been the only viable option.
Bentasmal squeezed his eyes shut, wondering for the millionth time who he was. What he was. He felt exhausted, weary to the bone, but sleep would not come. It never did.
He sat in that pose for some time, while the back of the computer chair dug into his spine. It was only at nights when he felt like this, like he was all alone against a hostile world that was wielding a chainsaw in a threatening manner. Eventually his eyes snapped open, and he switched the computer on. It was now technically early morning, and no one else would be online, but surfing dead forums was better than this.
Scott was pacing.
His apartment was as lavish as it was high. There were floor-to-ceiling windows all along one wall that looked out on the dim lights of Wellington. The sky gleamed blackly. Like blood.
The carpet was thick and soft, which slowed down his pacing some. It was like running through treacle. Scott ceased, staring with troubled eyes out at the city. There was a large plasma-inch TV sitting smugly in front of the spotless white sofa. As usual, he ignored it.
The windows, the carpet, the TV, the apartment … all of it was paid for in blood, bargained for in screams and pain. Scott rubbed his eyes – he really ought to sleep … he glanced at the vial of blood on the table, remembered the look of terror on the girl’s face, and started pacing again.
His computer sat in one corner, shiny and gleaming. He sat at the padded chair, exhausted. His shirt was speckled lightly with blood. He knew he would get no sleep to it.
Scott switched on the computer, tapping his fingers listlessly on the desk. It was way past midnight now, not that he cared. The wind struggled against the windows, trying to get in.
BROWNCOATS 4EVA!! was one of the more disreputable Firefly fansites. A lot of dedicated, hardcore fans hung out there, mostly to mock any newbies that wandered in and started talking in leetspeak.
One of the topics discussed a possible Mal/Kaylee ‘ship.
Bentasmal bared his teeth. Didn’t these people know anything? Everyone knew that Mal was in love with Inara, and Kaylee with Simon. It was obvious. These people had such twisted minds. It would have sickened him, if he hadn’t relinquished high moral ground in favour of low ethically dubious ground some time ago. He typed out a post:
EyesInTheDark says: I’m afraid I’ll have to disagree here. Not to put too fine a point on it, but this very idea is twisted and completely insane. No offence.
Bentasmal clicked ‘Send’, feeling a little better. Flaming n00bs was a dreary occupation, but it had its benefits.
Scott’s eyes were heavy with lack of sleep. He spotted a recent post, and read it, yawning. He frowned.
VengefulAngel says: tsk tsk. whatever happened to common courtesy, sinth? besides which you’re missing the point. this is just a ‘ship thread – ‘ship doesn’t necessarily mean romance, and the relationship between mal and kaylee is really sweet. like brother and sister.
EyesInTheDark says: Tell that to the people who posted the somewhat risqué pictures on Page 7 …
Scott blinked and winced as he clicked on the relevant page. “Euuch.”
VengefulAngel says: point.
EyesInTheDark says: And should you not be asleep? I would bet that it is past your bedtime.
Scott grimaced and typed out a response, just one line.
VengefulAngel says: can’t stop the signal.
Bentasmal laughed out loud, and then clapped a hand over his mouth, surprised. He never laughed.
EyesInTheDark says: Heh. But do you concede?
VengefulAngel says: i concede! i concede! have mercy on my soul, oh mighty overlord!
Bentasmal grinned.
EyesInTheDark says: Grovel a little more first, and I’ll consider it.
VengefulAngel says: -guilty look- i think we’re dominating the message boards. email?
Scott stopped, surprised. He wished he could take that back. This stranger had interesting ways of talking and he was bored, but right now he didn’t feel like talking to anyone, least of all some Internet stranger. And people who got close to him tended to end up bleeding out in some alley somewhere. He wasn’t sure if that worked over Broadband as well, but he wasn’t about to risk it. Oh well. This EyesInTheDark (such a mouthful! ‘Sinth’ was much easier, and it suited him somehow) character would refuse, anyway.
Bentasmal gnawed on his lip thoughtfully. He’d laughed. He’d laughed, and he hadn’t laughed in days. Months. Years.
EyesInTheDark says: Sure, Venge.
VengefulAngel says: shiny!
And also I drew a Saffron. ^-^  ... I took some, ehm, minor artistic liberty here. >.>; I'm not sure the wyrm even has wings. But Saffron is fun to draw. |
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Post by Shadaras on Sept 27, 2008 9:32:18 GMT -5
^_^ ..shiny story. I like Ben ((..unless you come up with a better shortening of his name, I will call him that)) and Scott.
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Post by Kathleen on Sept 27, 2008 18:17:29 GMT -5
Oooh. =D So they meet online? In a fan forum? How intriguing mystifying and interesting! =D They are both awesome characters, though. I feel infinitely sorry for Scott. ;__; Though Bentasmal strikes me as a itch/thorn-character. Huh. xD
Yay picture of Saffron. ^^ *hugs*
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Post by Zylaa on Sept 28, 2008 0:25:36 GMT -5
=D Shiny indeed! Your meeting scenes get more and more entertaining. Firefly fan forum FTW!
Also, one suggestion: It's not really clear who is EITD and who is VE at first in the chat. Something to indicate that would be nice.
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