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Post by Rikku on Nov 9, 2009 2:15:08 GMT -5
Aww, darnit, now that's going to get stuck in my head. xD But thank you.
... All in all, I'd feel a lot happier about the Prince if he wasn't shamelessly inspired by a Hercules character. But hey, he's grown since then. I mean, Autolycus has a moustache.
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Post by Rikku on Nov 11, 2009 0:26:34 GMT -5
I feel kind of uninspired and cranky. And in the middle of a battle scene, too ...
Will briefly sojourn for dark chocolate and Winter Knight, and return to this when writing seems fun again.
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Post by Rikku on Nov 11, 2009 2:43:59 GMT -5
Better now. =D Halfway!
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Post by Rikku on Nov 13, 2009 17:40:03 GMT -5
Achilles turned out different than I thought he would. He's quite foulmouthed, for one, and I'm still not sure whether to leave in all his 'darn's or replace them with 'Squiddang's or something. His segments always seem to have italics in them a lot. Also I truly have no idea what to call the Grace Note's porthole viewscreen window thing. Achilles stomped through the corridors, trying to remember the route he’d taken to get to the kitchen from the bridge. Then he stopped, struggled with himself for a moment, sighed, and let himself wander, partially guided by the drifting half-seen lights. Shortly after he found himself in the bridge, or what he presumed was the bridge.
Mood was sitting at the piano thing, staring at the keys.
“I think these are the controls,” he said. “Either that or the guy that made this ship has a really weird sense of humour.”
“I think we’ve rather definitely established that,” said Achilles.
“I hate the piano,” said Mood, moodily. “Wretched instrument.”
“Yes, well, you hate everything,” Achilles said irritably, and then he added, more out of further irritation than out of a desire for terminological accuracy, “And it’s not a piano.”
“Yeah?” said Mood. “Would something that wasn’t a piano be able to do this?” As actions went, it wasn’t really deserving of the italics he put it in. He simply flourished a slimy finger and plonked it down on one of the not-a-piano’s keys.
A sweet note rung out, and a hologram flickered into life between the not-a-piano and the window, or whatever the term is for a portholey viewscreeny windowy thing in space!! The hologram was shaky and blurry, a bit grainy, but still recognisable, with the greenish, semi-transparent quality that holograms always have.
“Yes,” said Achilles promptly. “Probably. I mean, I haven’t seen many pianos that can do that.” He paused, and added for the interests of accuracy, “Though admittedly I haven’t seen any pianos at all. They don’t really come up much in the rumrunning business.”
“There was that one time we smuggled that case of Rosewater—”
“That was in a tuba. Tubas don’t count.”
Mood scratched his tentacles thoughtfully. “What about that time when we tried to smuggle those flasks of brandy?”
“Yeah, but those burned right through the piano, so I didn’t really get a good—”
This intelligent musical conversation was mercifully cut short by the hologram speaking up. It had been grinning in the meantime, in a knowing kind of way that actually looked sort of evil.
“Hello, gentlemen,” said the hologram of Mule, his grin widening to sharklike proportions. “Whoever you are, you’re the men the Navy chose to pilot my masterpiece. So, whoever you are, good luck …”
Boheme entered the bridge, looked at the hologram and brightened. “Would that be one of those holograms that the makers of the ships leave behind to instruct the pilots on how best to fly them?” he asked hopefully.
“Yes,” said Achilles, almost gleefully. “Yes, I think it would.”
“And,” continued the hologram, now grinning more than it should have been possible for someone to grin without the top of his head falling off, “whoever you are … my apologies. Because I am frankly not in the best of moods right now.” And he wasn’t. His smile didn’t even come close to touching his coldly flickering eyes, and he looked just as sallow and sickly as he had when Achilles had seen him just before. “This is my ship. Good luck trying to figure out how to fly it, because, frankly, even I have no idea. Bye.”
And the hologram died away into vague green smoke, as they always did.
Achilles stood looking at it. Then he said, “You know, I’m really beginning to hate that man.”
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Post by Trilly (18426 words) on Nov 13, 2009 23:15:09 GMT -5
Hehe. Excerpts. ^^
My most foulmouthed character so far is Mooshi, so I got around the problem of her cusses being too strong by making her most nasty insult "mudcrawling solid" or "groundling". A good way to keep it PG! ^^
I for one whould love to see Achilles shout out "Squiddangs!" in an instant of uncontrollable rage.
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Post by Rikku on Nov 17, 2009 1:16:37 GMT -5
Hehe. Excerpts. ^^ My most foulmouthed character so far is Mooshi, so I got around the problem of her cusses being too strong by making her most nasty insult "mudcrawling solid" or "groundling". A good way to keep it PG! ^^ I for one whould love to see Achilles shout out "Squiddangs!" in an instant of uncontrollable rage. Also, inventing curses and insults and blasphemes and such makes a world seem much more real alluvasudden. ^_^ Like in The Name of the Wind with Tehlu and stuff, and Terrier with ... pretty much all of Terrier's vocabulary. xD Ooh, and which curses a character uses shows a bit about their personality too, and helps them get stuck in the reader's memory, like a catchphrase. It's really quite fascinating and I am inclined to ramble about it far too much. ... Actually, so would I. I should arrange it. *evil puppetmaster-style cackle* |
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Post by Trilly (18426 words) on Nov 17, 2009 18:38:01 GMT -5
Nothing builds the world like the lingo. ^^ I definitely agree.
If I actually had enough time, I'd incorporate lingo into my story, but I don't, so there it sits. ^^;
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Post by Kathleen on Nov 17, 2009 21:24:27 GMT -5
=DDD There is something terribly gleeful about that excerpt. Possibly something to do with the piano discussion.
There is not always sadness to characters turning out different. Except when the one you wanted to be mousy goes and gets a backbone without permission. Just, you know, for example.
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Post by Rikku on Nov 20, 2009 20:49:06 GMT -5
=D Eheh. Eheheheheh. Hehehehahehehehe. HehhehehaMUAHEHEHAHEHEHAHAHAHHA!
.... Aaaaanyway. At 50k, but I'm not out of the woods yet. I have far too much plot left than I really should. *cracks knuckles*
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Post by Amneiger on Nov 21, 2009 2:03:16 GMT -5
=D Congratulations on reaching 50k! *confetti*
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Post by Rikku on Nov 21, 2009 2:11:37 GMT -5
=D Congratulations on reaching 50k! *confetti* ^___^ Thankies! |
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Post by Tam on Nov 21, 2009 2:12:11 GMT -5
50K? Madness! But awesome, glee-worthy madness all the same! =D Way to go!
...I'm looking forward to December, when I'll finally get the chance to read some of your excerpts. xD
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Post by Kathleen on Nov 22, 2009 13:48:08 GMT -5
50k already? =D CONGRATS! =DDD .. and you said you wouldn't be able to do it. Hmph.
I empathise with the 'way too much plot left' thing. D=
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Post by Trilly (18426 words) on Nov 22, 2009 14:59:29 GMT -5
W00t! Congrats!  |
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Post by Rikku on Nov 22, 2009 22:46:00 GMT -5
50K? Madness! But awesome, glee-worthy madness all the same! =D Way to go! ...I'm looking forward to December, when I'll finally get the chance to read some of your excerpts. xD In December, y'all can read the whole thing, and laugh at how bizarre the timeline is and I will wish that I had the time and inclination to edit it but I don't! =D But nonetheless it is fun to write, and has taught me sommat, so that's something. 50k already? =D CONGRATS! =DDD .. and you said you wouldn't be able to do it. Hmph. I empathise with the 'way too much plot left' thing. D= . *cue manic cackle* It is troublesome. D= I'm not quite sure what to do about it. I'll just have to have a couple of days when I try and write the scenes that I desperately want to include and come up with an ending. Which I. Um. Kind of should have done already. W00t! Congrats! ^__^ It is a wonderful feeling. |
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