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Post by Rider on Oct 6, 2009 14:05:31 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Hear hear, just let people use thier common sense. I doubt anyone's really gonna run away with the plot, unless it's me.
I believe Little Red Rider Hood has already been done, though. XD
I volunteer Adeline, my steam-chick for anything you want to throw her into. She comes with poofy ridiculous dresses anyway. (She's into lolita* fashion.)
I'll be slightly more conservative re: what I throw Rider into, but hey, she's practically a punching-bag anyway.
*Think petticoats, mary janes, black ribbons and black lace. I swear I did not do this just to make Toka twitch.[/glow]
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Post by Huntress on Oct 8, 2009 15:19:26 GMT -5
*cricket chirps* *squishes cricket* I never saw Pinocchio either >> Alright, so, shall we get this show on the road? I can't well do it myself, never was good with poetry. ...oooor I won't just start it with poetry. Anyway, the aim of this thing is to write a story in true Disney fashion, although I do foresee a lot of snark because I know you lot well enough. All forum rules apply, the rating is firmly G because that's what Disney is and PotC doesn't exist in this continuity, you're free to use other people's characters but don't go overboard unless you want me to maim you in a very non-G-rated fashion. Try not to hog too much screentime, um, posttime, because it's not nice, and try to advance the plot with every post cos everyone knows that a story isn't a story unless it squeezes ten years' worth of lore and mythology into a hour-and-a-half flick. All clear? Good. All set? Good. Lights, camera, no talking in the back rows, orchestra set, cute bunnies and bluebirds set, aaaaction. Long ago, in the early years of the Second Age......nnno, that's not it. Long ago, in a distant galaxy.......nonono, we already did that. Twice. Long ago, in a kingdom far, far away...Getting there. Can I get some suitably mystical/epic/heroic music here? We all come from a land,
from a faraway place
where six powerful guilds once rose.
Where sword clashes with magic
and the fights are all tragic,
it's barbaric, but hey, it's home.
When the wind's from the east,
and the sun's from the west,
and the sand in the glass is right,
come on down,
stop on by,
hop a cart and... get knocked out cold by the angry merchant who owns the cart, then barter with him to take you here and eventually settle for a ludicrously high price, but who cares, so long as you get to come and visit another Netwuffian niiiiiiiiiiight =D See, this is why I don't do poetry. And after you've been held up in Tabloid Town for a fortnight or so, sold a weird little thingamajiggy that was said to make chilli and fries except you can never be too sure because all the thing ever does is play Radio Moscow, given an extreme makeover by Robbie Williams and relieved of all your money, you might want to consider visiting the wilder, less explored, more picturesque, inviting, and infinitely more dangerous regions of the land, where pirates roam and ninjas are said to roam 'cept you can never really see them, what with them being ninjas, where knights rule the land with grace and nobility - and a heavy stick -, aided by mages - and even heavier magic -, occasionally aided by the mercenaries and constantly watched over by the Spacefleet. This land could tell you many stories, many old legends that often turn out to be true, and it would take three lifetimes to explore all the wonders of this world. But if you were to grow tired of this land, if you one day decided that you've now seen everything - in which case you clearly haven't - and yearn to travel further to see what hides behind the horizon, and if you set out to discover the wonders that lie in the wilderness of the NTWF, you might just find... ...well, you might just get robbed, mugged, pillaged, looted, eaten, or killed stone dead. But if you don't, you just might one day emerge from a big deadly forest and cast your eyes upon a magnificent city, a place where, unlike in Dunburrow, magic has given way to technology, a place where people live in prosperity, a place that's mostly unknown in the rest of the land. This is where our story begins. |
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Post by Goosh on Oct 8, 2009 17:43:08 GMT -5
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Post by Omni on Oct 8, 2009 18:59:25 GMT -5
*just realized she could fit in the 'cuddly talking animal category* I'm not sure what form I'd be in, but I drew them both because my chimera form needs more love, anyway.   Not my best picures, but hey, they were only meant as a 'real quick' thing. Lessee... My magic would be all sparkly, and either way I could make confusing/cryptic-sounding comments (maybe rhymes?) about energy and/or auras. |
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Post by Zylaa on Oct 8, 2009 23:10:48 GMT -5
"Goosh! Calm down! It's rude to stare!" Zylaa said, tugging Goosh away. Zylaa was wary of drawing attention in this new place, as their ragtag band looked very out of place in this land of copper and machinery.
"And here I thought that the treasure map said "Unexplored Ancient Castle,"" Zylaa said. "This ain't it by a long shot." She peered around. Still, the question Goosh had asked remained. After all, the guilds were for once working in concert to brave the dangerous lands beyond their borders. It would be nice to know, now that they had found something, what that something was.
And so Zylaa approached a mob of men sitting outside the nearest pub. At least there are still pubs in this world! she thought.
"Excuse me, good sirs," she asked the suited men, "But what is this place? Our map has led us a little... off."
"Why, you're in the land of the Steampunk Guild, miss!" one of the gentleman said, tipping his top hat to her.
"And what, pray tell, is the steampunk guild?" Zylaa asked.
"What's the-- what's the-- you mean to tell me you've never heard of the Steampunk guild?"
"Yes, I do mean that," Zylaa said.
"Not surprised, really, we're rather new here," the man said. "But you all must be informed. You see--"
here the other men at the table raised their mugs and joined him.
"In the Netweff year seven,
Steampunk Guild came to be,
founded on invention and
steam-powered machinery.
For the Netweff is like heaven,
with more friendly rivalry,
or so we have been told by other
guild's emissaries."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 9, 2009 15:59:29 GMT -5
((This seems like fun. So it works like the Storytelling Competition, where you can post about more than just your own personal character? I'll wait a bit to see where everyone is and what's going on before jumping in. And since most Disney wizard/witches can think of are evil, I think I have a way to give a little bit of that to Hunter. I'm also working on a song I want to "sing" at some point. Not sure why I'm posting except to give my support, though. Um.))
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Post by Celestial on Oct 9, 2009 16:41:13 GMT -5
Word travelled fast through the guilds, them not being very big and quite close knit after all. But there were other sources such as ridiculously cute animals and multi-guilders as well as the random staff around the guilds. As well as common NPCs. But the Dragon Mage did not get her news from a chatty godmodable ninja.
A very chubby dragon few into Celestial's window just as she was putting down the Encylcopedia Tropetica. She raised an eyebrow at it's adorableness but otherwise didn't comment.
"Mage Celestial, a new city has been discovered. It is powered by steam, unlike anything we have seen before. They have technology there which looks amazing and is very shiny and beautiful. They identify themselves as 'Steampunk Guild'" it said while squealing adorably and rolling over for a belly rub.
Overlord, who was perched on her shoulder, screeched and flapped his wings. The dragon screamed and flew out of the window, much to the confusion of the yawning bird.
Celestial paid no attention to him. A new guild had sprung up, relying on a combination of fire and water for all their power. To create fire, you needed fuel. Without fuel, they were nothing.
The best villains always got one epic song but they saved it for the best, most dramatic moment. So she stayed quiet for now. Only a very faint curling smile was drawn on her face, hidden by her steepled hands.
((It's ok for me to be the Genre Savvy villain right? ^^))
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Post by Huntress on Oct 9, 2009 19:23:07 GMT -5
((Yep, the Storytelling Contest is a pretty apt analogy, although we probly shouldn't introduce characters that aren't ours. Then again, whichever way works :3))
And somewhere else, in a place that couldn't be reached easily unless you knew the right way, a fairy godmother was staring intently into a crystal ball.
The ball was rather sparkly, which, she had to admit, distorted the image somewhat, but it came with the profession. Glitter and sparkles were part of a fairy godmother's image and she wasn't about to get rid of them, even if they sometimes got into her food.
But even with the glitter, she could still easily see the towering houses, the cobblestone streets, the zeppelins floating majestically through the air.
"Well, deary me," she said in a tone someone else might use to say 'bloody hell'.
There was potential in this. More specifically, there was potential in this for her. This was an upcoming conflict, she just knew it. And conflicts mean individual problems. Tears. Dreams. Yearning for a miracle.
Yes, this was worth paying great attention to.
She leaned forward and tapped against the crystal ball, making it zoom out, then in again, and make contact.
"Boys, look around a little, will you?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 10, 2009 0:09:08 GMT -5
"Like the balloons at your birthday," her mother had said. "But bigger. Much bigger and they carry us around." Yes, that was the way the fleet of zepplins had been described by the dotty woman whom Sarinon adored. Now fully grown, inducted into the guild, Sarinon had never lost her wonder for the floaters over the city. They stood... blimped... bobbed... as a testament to the power of steam, and the might of Steampunk.
She ruffled her poofy dress, a silly thing which her mother had insisted she wear all day every day, no matter the weather or the company she held, or the tasks she had to complete - she would simply have to put up with the extravagance that was this itchy and most horrid dress.
A gentleman strolled the street, raising his hat to her. Another nodded politely and still one more offered his arm, prepared to escort her wherever her home was. She was sorely tempted to say that her home was far away, through the tangled mess of forests and over the vast ocean and would that he could take her so far and fall in love on the journey, but the ridiculous dress came with ridiculously high heeled shoes that, as the dress, were to be worn at all costs.
"Unless you're lucky enough to be an abused step-sister who got to lose her slipper." murmured Sarinon wistfully. She wrapped her hands around the support that held the awning under which she stood, and gazed at the mighty blimps, trying to ignore the gentlemen who glanced her way.
"They're like balloons, my mother said,
And she was right to say,
They hover there,
Without a care,
Throughout the night and day.
Oh how I yearn to see them fly,
Their lives are gone to waste,
Soon they'll deflate,
Now that can wait,
Adventure? I'd like a taste!"
The orchestral music continued to sound as Sarinon glanced around, wondering where the sound had come from and, besides that, why the deep male voices of the men around her had swelled to harmonize with her impromptu melody. How odd.
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Post by Omni on Oct 11, 2009 22:45:22 GMT -5
Somewhere in the Mage guild, a cuddly creature wandered through the halls with a bounce in her step. While her fur gave the impression of fire, she was hardly angry or dangerous. Omni smiled, peaking through a doorway, where on the other side was a group of Mage students. Her long, floppy ears picked up parts of their conversation. Her blue eyes shined, her smile widened, her tail wagged, and she continued on her way, trotting down the hall. Hardly able to contain herself, she found herself singing to the playful, happy music that seemed to be playing.
There's an excited energy in the air
Emanating from guilders everywhere
They whisper of events like they were a dream
These rumors surrounding a guild of steam
She paused briefly as she bounced into her room. She reached for the window and it opened with a 'click.' She climbed into the window, her wings raised slightly in anticipation, and thrust herself out of it.
It's time once again to take to the skies
I wish to see this steam guild with my own eyes
Machines not too close to ours, but not too far
Somewhere between us and those of the stars
I can hardly wait to see
What there is to find
Will it be strange to me?
And beyond my mind?
Will it have the thrill of song?
Wonder of a rhyme?
It will not be too long
I will seeee innnn tiiiiiiime
((Anyone else here thinking of writing some of the tunes for us to hear?))
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Post by Fraze on Oct 12, 2009 18:23:33 GMT -5
A steampunk vacation
What a wonderful phrase
A steampunk vacation
Ain't no passing craaaaaze!
It means no robots
For the rest of the day
It's our laser-free
Philosophyyyyy
A steampunk vacation
The past few weeks had been uneventful, so Fraze had gone planetside for the weekend. He had heard rumors of a newly-formed guild, and decided to check it out. The whole place was beautiful, in a way. And yet, so primitive...he could probably take over...
Nahh. That dragon-girl over there already looked like a designated villain.
He set out to browse among the shops. Surely, there would be something interesting to find here.
Right over there was a stall that looked to be selling souvenirs. He usually tried to stay away from such places, but decided it wouldn't hurt to look.
"Looking for something in particular, dearie?" asked an old woman with three or four prominent moles and fewer teeth than that.
"No, just browsing here, thank you."
"Well, then, might I interest you in a replica glass slipper? One size fits all, and it's acrylic rather than glass, so you don't have to worry about breaking it on the ballroom floor."
Fraze's eyebrows did something funny as he tried to figure out why the woman might think he would want a glass slipper.
After an awkward pause, the shopkeeper continued. "Or you can try one of these apples! You're guaranteed to find your true love after just one bite, and feel like you'd gotten ten years of sleep at the same time!"
Fraze thought about this. "Thank you, but I think I'll pass. Maybe later, though."
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Post by Goosh on Oct 12, 2009 18:46:22 GMT -5
"Boys, look around a little, will you?"
"Yes, boss," Goosh said, wondering exactly what a certain fairy godmother had thought they were doing.
There was a collective clank as the men outside the pub slammed down their drinks, the wash-up boy stopped clanking together some pots--unfortunately for him, one had already become loosened from its handle and would soon break off and dent severely, causing the pub owner to go absolutely livid and make him work without pay for a month, the resulting hunger forcing him to turn to a life of crime and eventually rise up as the supreme villain of the Steampunk Guild in the sequel, a type of backstory that is often awkwardly thrust into the opening minutes of quite a lot of Disney sequels. Oh, and the waitress stopped whistling, but she's not important.
"Uh. Very nice." Goosh edged away from the pub, keeping Zylaa within eyesight as he explored the new world. As his gaze wandered upwards, enthralled by the bobbing, vivid zeppelins, he failed to notice a loose gear on the ground before him.
He tripped spectacularly, landing before another puffy, colourful shape. But it wasn't a zeppelin. It was a dress, sparkly and poofy, and inside that dress was a beautiful girl whose eyes shone with joy as she watched the dancing airships.
Goosh desperately wanted to greet her, but the fall had knocked all the air out of his lungs and all he could manage was a wheezing gasp.
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Post by Huntress on Oct 14, 2009 18:22:06 GMT -5
((Holy epic stringpulling, Batman!
Yeah, I tend to do this sort of thing. If you didn't know it by now, it's high time you found out. 'sides, it's a collaborative story, not an RP, and thus should be less bottlenecked :3))
"And she had the most wonderful eyes, and the most wonderful hair, and the..."
"Mrm-hmm," said the fairy godmother, sipping regretfully sparkly tea. Technically she should've been saying things like "oh, how nice, dear" and "oh my!" but she figured that since she'd repeated that for a good fifteen times now every time Goosh said the same thing over and over again, the point was already made and she might as well enjoy her tea.
"Yeah, and the most wonderful dress and the most wonderful eyes-"
"And a wonderful personality, I'm sure?" the godmother said, peering into notes that'd filled a good three pages of her personal notebook over the last day or so. Hm.
Goosh looked puzzled. "Um. I think so? I never got a chance to talk to her, you see. I was so dumbstruck by her-"
"Yeeess," the godmother said pensively, drawing a line to connect two sentences in her notebook.
"-wonderful dress, and her wonderful face, and you have to help me, fairy godmother!"
"Hm?" did the godmother, now making calculations in the notebook.
"You have to help me marry that girl!"
"Ah," said the godmother, still focused on the numbers. "Well, if you need a best man, I'm happy to tell you that my mice-to-men trick has always been very successful, but let me warn you, they're still not particularly coherent."
Goosh raised an eyebrow at her. It was the kind of patience-strained eyebrow that predicted that the next thing to be raised is a sword.
"I'm kidding, darling," the fairy godmother said, fluttering over to the shelf where she kept the crystal ball. "You poor unfortunate soul, so you want to get the girl? Let's see then. It's a bit of a vague plan, mind, so it's going to cost you a little extra."
"I'll pay anyth..." Goosh's brow furrowed. "I thought fairy godmothers worked for free? Out of the kindness of their hearts and whatnot?"
"They did," the godmother said dryly. "Then they all starved to death and hey, someone has to work for the franchise, right? So here I am."
She leaned forward to stare into the crystal ball, taking quick notes every once in a while, whereas Goosh really, sincerely hoped that this wouldn't end up costing him his voice.
"Alright, so," said the fairy godmother after a short while. "Bit of a problem. Turns out that your angelface in question is the daughter of some kind of a head honcho of the town, king or mayor or whatever their system is, I couldn't figure it out and the ball distorts something terrible. And the papa is so convinced that his little girl deserves only the best that he won't give her to any ol' ragtag guy who happens to come along. No, he's convinced that his daughter will have to marry a prince."
Goosh nodded. "Very well then. Make me a prince."
"Same problem as with the best men, I'm afraid, they tend to be kinda incoherent. Although they're great at eating little cheese cubes on a stick in a diplomatic fashion." The Patience-Strained Eyebrow entered the scene again. "Oh, you know what I mean, dear. But see, the thing is, princes aren't just a pair of puffy pants and a crown. Princes are like the heads of a comet. There's this itty bitty chunk of a hunk in the middle and all around are the laws and traditions and history and diplomacy and imports and exports and military power. The stuff people really see when they look at a prince."
Goosh paused. "So will you help me get laws and traditions and imports and exports and military power... please?"
The fairy godmother smiled. "I'll help you launch a thousand ships, dear."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2009 19:38:16 GMT -5
And now for a gratuitous pop culture reference that kids won't get, and therefore will associate with this... "movie" when in fact it came from Star Wars. Also, some more plot development to make things a tad more complicated.
You see, the head honcho of Steampunk City (I don't care what it's actually called; I'm going to stick with that name) knew that there were plenty of young men's eyes on his daughter. He also knew that there was plenty of potential for kidnapping and ransom, and that just wouldn't do when you wanted your daughter to marry a prince who knew their politics and could therefore run the city effectively. Or at least somewhat effectively. Victorian-era places weren't exactly known for being clean, or kind to the poor.
Therefore, he'd done the semi-reasonable thing and got a small army of bodyguards for his whole family. (With this many, he reasoned, some would be competent.) Two of these bodyguards - big, tough humans named Biggs and Wedge - were talking to a new arrival in their numbers.
"Now listen 'ere, young man," Biggs barked in a voice that sounded rather like he needed to cut down on the cigars, "I know you're a scrawny one, but the boss don't just hire anyone. We're the best bodyguards you can find anywhere in this danged city!"
"Heck yeah," added Wedge (who looked suspiciously like he had some Doberman in him).
"So no doubt you got some tricks up yer sleeve, kid. What're they?"
The new arrival looked very nervous all of a sudden.
((...and I'll leave it up to someone else to answer the question of "who is the new arrival". And feel free to pull something odd.))
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Post by Zylaa on Oct 24, 2009 23:24:19 GMT -5
And for good reason. Zylaa was pretty sure that in infiltrating and spying on a new city, the last thing you wanted to do was come to the attention of large intimidating bodyguards. How was she to know that all of the bodyguards knew each other by sight and had tailored uniforms? Burly bodyguards weren't supposed to be smart! They had called her "young man," though, so they obviously weren't too high up in the intelligence department. Desperate, Zylaa pulled out her trusty spoon, and performed her one trick-- summoning the weasels. She figured that if it didn't impress them, their bewilderment would give her a chance to get away. Instead, she found herself five minutes later standing in front of the Mayor, the two bodyguards grabbing her arms. "What is it now?" the Mayor asked with a sigh. "Can't you see I'm rather busy?" He indicated the large crowd of townspeople there, all for some help or advice. "But sir! This girl-- she used magic!" A hush fell over the crowd. One peasant in the back realized that this was probably the reason he had felt an inexplicable urge to bring his pitchfork with him that morning. "Magic?" The Mayor said, steepling his fingers and glaring down at Zylaa. The Mayor, it must be noted, was not an evil man in the strict sense. He took his job very, very seriously, and was as protective of it as his daughter. Yet the people had been restless lately... squabbling, divided. He needed something to secure his office. And this random furry creature seemed to have dropped the answer into his lap. "You use magic?" "Not really, sir, it's the weasels who are magic-- I'm not even a mage, I'm a pirate," Zylaa said. She realized, from the looks she was getting, that this was probably not the best opener. "See, we other guilds have come today to offer you all the hand of friendship," she improvised wildly. "After hearing of your renown, we'd hoped you'd join us in the official guilds. We've got great benefits, I assure you--" "I've heard enough," the Mayor said. He turned to the watching townspeople, who were watching in rapt terror. "See what this is? These magic types are coming to take over our city! They'll tear down our machines for some hocus pocus!" "Hey!" Zylaa said indignantly. "We've got technology too! Or at least Spacefleet does." "Then they'll take away our hard work for anything shiny and sleek! The guilds will make off with your clockwork," he said, turning to the townsfolk and standing in one motion. "They'll enchant us in the night!" "No, that's not--" "We're not safe until they're gone from here once and for all. I say we ban the guilders!" And the townspeople chorused in agreement. "We're not safe until they're gone!"
"They'll come turn us into toads!"
"They'll corrupt our little children,
make the steamworks all explode!"
"We can never invent safely
if we let them wander free."
"So it's time to take some action, folks, it's time to follow me!" sang the mayor. ((And I really really really want this song to finish, but I need to sleep-- so please, if you have spontaneous inspiration for the rest of the lyrics, post 'em, okay? But please don't move on without finishing the song. I less than three The Mob Song. Whether or not I finish the song myself, I wanted the Disney Guilds to move again. ^_^)) |
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