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Post by Jayeee on Oct 9, 2010 23:24:27 GMT -5
This is very, very win!
I think that pretty much covers all else I could say. XD
Except that your plot made me instantly think of the dashing rogue from Tangled as soon as I started reading it. =D
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Post by Tam on Oct 11, 2010 4:00:30 GMT -5
*flattered* *awkward* *but flattered* =D Thanks so much, Jay! *glomps*
I... I think that's good? =D And yeah, I'm a little anxious to see what that guy is actually going to be like when the movie comes out — I mean, I totally based Sam off of my impression of Flynn Rider from Tangled — or based him on the two minutes of footage I've seen of him at this point, anyway. After that I just sort of extrapolated based on what I thought would make a cool character.
...So in a way, I'm kind of hoping Flynn Rider isn't going to be as good a character as I'm hoping he'll be. *pauses* And no, that makes absolutely no sense.
But then again, it does.
...Um.
...I think it's kind of obvious I'm up past my bedtime again.
...I really need to catch up on everyone else's NaNo threads, too. xD; Sorry to make you guys wait. But turkey and pie and soppy family togetherness are so distracting sometimes.
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Post by Tam on Oct 11, 2010 20:13:38 GMT -5
Look! Trillyart! =D *squees* Edit: Scarecrow is adorable. =D |
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Post by Rikku on Oct 11, 2010 21:51:41 GMT -5
*joins in the squeeing*
Scarecrow is indeed an adorable! <3 And Sam looks all ... well, dashing and roguish, as expected, and it has a cool old-paper look, and Sam's bow actually looks like a bow which I'm sure is trickier than it sounds. Overall quite delightfully shiny!
... And now I know your names. *evil grin*
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Post by Trilly (18426 words) on Oct 12, 2010 1:10:39 GMT -5
I'll probably want to colour this someday, so I didn't want to waste time shading knowing that it'd end up being erased anyways. >< Kinda wish I did, though. It looks unfinished, even with Tamia's parchment-texture technical wizardry.
I am rather pleased with the bow. XD
Yes you do. Use this knowledge wisely, young Rikku. ^^
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Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2010 20:00:20 GMT -5
hahaha I was planning on naming the prince in my story Vince as well, because Prince Vince has such a nice ring to it. What are the odds? xD
Nevertheless, this story sounds awesome and I am going to have fun stalking it. The world can never have too many dashing rogues. ^__^
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Post by Zylaa on Oct 14, 2010 17:06:20 GMT -5
That... is awesome. <3 (You guys are related? ... I'm not actually surprised but feel like I should have known this before. XD)
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Post by Kathleen on Oct 14, 2010 22:59:10 GMT -5
I considered just quoting Rikku's post for its amazing capability to express my thoughts exactly, but then decided that would be cheating. =D
It looks fantastic, especially with the parchment-y sketchy look. =D I am completely enchanted with the hat.
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Post by Tam on Oct 14, 2010 23:33:11 GMT -5
...Wow. Replies. Um. =D *joins in the squeeing* Scarecrow is indeed an adorable! <3 And Sam looks all ... well, dashing and roguish, as expected, and it has a cool old-paper look, and Sam's bow actually looks like a bow which I'm sure is trickier than it sounds. Overall quite delightfully shiny! ... And now I know your names. *evil grin* Quite so! =D Trilly's bowdrawing skills are certainly something to be lauded. As is her ability to draw feathers. And to draw Scarecrow, for that matter, because before seeing this picture I was struggling to put to paper even a slightly accurate impression of what I wanted him to look like. ...Huh, I suppose you do. Er. Actually I kind of forgot they were there when I uploaded this. But I suppose it's only fair, since I've known yours since you sent me Demonling. >.>; I'll probably want to colour this someday, so I didn't want to waste time shading knowing that it'd end up being erased anyways. >< Kinda wish I did, though. It looks unfinished, even with Tamia's parchment-texture technical wizardry. I am rather pleased with the bow. XD Yes you do. Use this knowledge wisely, young Rikku. ^^ ^___^ *glomps Trilly* No one tell any real artists about this, okay. They would probably argue that changing the colours of the lines and slapping down a parchment texture doesn't quite constitute technical wizardry. But it looks nice, anyway. =D hahaha I was planning on naming the prince in my story Vince as well, because Prince Vince has such a nice ring to it. What are the odds? xD Nevertheless, this story sounds awesome and I am going to have fun stalking it. The world can never have too many dashing rogues. ^__^ Wait, really? xDDD That falls rather cleanly into the category of awesome. We should start a club! No, actually, they should start a club! Thanks so much, Reve! <3 *glomphugs* I really appreciate it, as do dashing rogues everywhere. That... is awesome. <3 (You guys are related? ... I'm not actually surprised but feel like I should have known this before. XD) We are indeed! =D ...Although it's not surprising that you didn't know, really, since we kept that particular fact out of circulation for quite a while. It was originally something about not wanting to leech off of each other's respective successes and pools of friends, I think? But then Kit and Crystal happened, and they hacked into the CIA and stuff, and yeah. No use trying to keep it a secret anymore. I considered just quoting Rikku's post for its amazing capability to express my thoughts exactly, but then decided that would be cheating. =D It looks fantastic, especially with the parchment-y sketchy look. =D I am completely enchanted with the hat. Cheating is okay. =D We're fine with cheating here. Until November anyway. But yes, it does, and while the majority of the credit of course goes to Trilly, thank you for the comment about the parchment look. ^____^ I am most pleased that my 5 minutes of slopping down cheap effects had decent results. ...I am too, and I kind of want one now. =D Seriously, why don't more people saunter around wearing hats with impractically large feathers? Or feathers at all, for that matter? It's a question I simply cannot fathom the answer to. |
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Post by Rikku on Oct 15, 2010 0:12:50 GMT -5
...Huh, I suppose you do. Er. Actually I kind of forgot they were there when I uploaded this. But I suppose it's only fair, since I've known yours since you sent me Demonling. >.>; xD I guess we both kind of fail at identity-secrecy. ... And I totally wear a feather-in-my-hat. =D Quite a drab and unassuming feather, and only when I remember, but nonetheless. |
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Post by Rikku on Oct 28, 2010 3:08:32 GMT -5
Dashing-rogue-fantasy-adventure rambling!
Hm.
... So something I need to write at some point, this. xD It sounds too much fun not to.
*muses* ... Probably the reason I can't think of much is that part of the reason why I was so delightedly awestruck when I was reading through your Bold as Brass notes was because it seemed to include every dashing-rogue-related-awesome-thing already. xD Which makes this tricky. Lessee. Banter, of course; always fun, that - and interaction in general, actually, just your cast bouncing off each other and being themselves, often explosively. Bickering is tremendously fun, and that moment when two characters are arguing intensely and then some bad guy springs inexplicably out of the bushes and they both, in unison, turn to attack him in dazzlingly choreographed fighting. And then go back to arguing. Or one of them makes some clever pun based on what's just occurred that wins them the argument, or some such thing.
Related to that, all such fun quirky dialogue is good for this sort of thing; it gives it colour and depth and humour and warmth. Particularly good if you're in a serious situation (because you have to have some of those; you have to have balance, all good stories do) and there hasn't been an amusing line for ages and then suddenly there's one and it's a thousand times more hilarious than it would be otherwise. You can't overuse this, of course - just once, I should think, and play any other serious situations straight. (Whee, sibilance.) Actually, likewise, things suddenly sneaking up on you and being heartbreaking just when we readers were settling into a touching friend scene or some amusing fireside banter or some such is more devastating than if we'd been prepared. This is all part of Messing With Your Readers' Heads, of course, which is important to goodstory.
... On the other hand, though, it might be that you're the kind of person that cares much more about how fun something is for you to write than making-it-good-for-people-to-write - I'm fairly certain you're not, but I am and what I'm writing is things I'd write if I was trying to tackle this sort of story, so ... write what's fun. Think it'd be cool if your dashing rogue suddenly caught fire? Absolutely he caught fire! But the torch would never have caught if he hadn't accidentally got drink tipped on him when one of his campfiremates got a little over-excited, which means he can cry 'Curse you, ___!' Only he shouldn't've, because now the guards can know he's there. The guards with fire-tipped arrows ...
Clothing! Clothing is important. Dashing rogues' gotta have stylish and distinctive garb.
Remember to make your rogue important to the story. I can't see you, in particular, having any trouble with that - Sam seems to be in plenty of trouble already - but it's important that, particularly with such an extravagant protagonist, the protagonist gets involved. He makes stupid mistakes (often) and has to make up for them; that means, sometimes, that he can do impossible things that couldn't possibly work and they can and no one minds because of the surprise of it, or he can do impossible things that go wrong ... and yet go wrong spectacularly, go wrong in a way that is far, far better than they could've gone right. He has to be important.
... Yep.
I'm all giddy drunk on talking-to-friends, so this is missing things and poorly phrased, more than likely. xD But better than nothing. More than likely you know most or all of this already, if it's worth knowing. But it's something that's fun to ramble about, all the same. I might come back and ramble eloquently later, when my brain's working right.
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Post by Strife on Oct 28, 2010 5:39:58 GMT -5
Wow, Rikku. xD I gotta remember some of those tricks in case I make a rogue character in the future. (Or, well, technically I've already made one, but he's in a computer game instead of a novel, so there's less opportunity for witty banter and such.)
That cover art, by the way, is teh win. =D
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Post by Tam on Nov 1, 2010 4:31:49 GMT -5
...Oh. Huh. I never did actually thank you for that post, Rikku, did I? *sheepish* ...Might it make up for that somewhat if you were to know that I've pretty much been rereading it constantly these past few days, whenever I've been in need of inspiration? And that it's kind of become a compact reference guide sort-of-thing for this story already? =D Because it has. I really can't tell you how much it has. Thank you so much, Rikku. <3
And on behalf of Trilly in case she doesn't swing by here anytime soon, thank you, Strife! ^_^
Soo... three hours into NaNo, I'm at 2052 words, and I haven't even woken up on the 1st yet. =D Not too bad. I'd like to be faster, but I'm going to forgive myself for this bit because a) it was a beginning, and beginnings are important, and b) it wasn't really written from Sam's point of view. Haven't really gotten to the snappy banter and no-holds-barred-stream-of-dashingness bits yet. Those'll come tomorrow.
No excerpt tonight. Nothing really excerptible thus far. But again, I'm hoping that'll come with the witty banter later on.
Edit: ...Oh yeah! And it's hard to describe Sam physically without making my story sound like a bad romance — I mean, um, it kinda is, in some ways, but I don't really want to give that impression from the start. Oh well. I tried to play up the ham a little bit, because it suits him so well. xD
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Post by ♥ Lulu on Nov 1, 2010 12:50:49 GMT -5
As soon as I saw "guy love" and "The Road to El Dorado", I was in love XD Best. Dreamworks. film. ever. I can only hope Sam and Scarecrow, who sound awesome, will be all bromancey? Please tell me it is so? XD
I love the look of Sam....and I also did not know you and Trilly are related XD Sisters? Learn something new every day!
I wait expectantly for this witty banter and no-hold-barred-dashingness :3 Srsly. Sam sounds like the kind of fictional character I cannot help but swoon over, so I look forward to such swooning.
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Post by Tam on Nov 2, 2010 0:25:09 GMT -5
Lulu - xD; I promise nothing, because I know how much of a tendency NaNoes have to morph. But hopefully there will be all kinds of fun interaction between Sam and Scarecrow anyway. And I am glad to hear this! ^____^ Yay for encouragement to keep writing! Thanks! Also, excerpt time, because I finally finished writing a bit that could probably be entertaining on its own. Behold the first glimmerings of banter (sort of). "You're early."
There was a skinny, curly-haired young man, even younger than Sam, sitting at the edge of the camp fire and poking at the contents of a pot that looked like it had been chewed on by a giant. The rest of the camp was deserted.
"Things went well, my dear Scarecrow," said Sam brightly, plopping down on the log next to the curly-haired man and stretching his hands and feet towards the fire. "Most satisfactorily indeed. What are you cooking?"
"Potatoes."
"Potatoes," Sam said, doing his best not to look disappointed. "As in..."
"Yes, Sam. As in the tuberous foodstuff produced by the potato plant."
"And you're cooking them in..."
"Water."
"I see." Sam watched mournfully as the pot bubbled and hissed on the fire. "I suppose I was hoping, well, not hoping really so much as wondering, or just thinking idly even, that you might make that meat stew again."
"That's a difficult task when we don't have any meat," said the man called Scarecrow.
"We don't have any meat?"
"We don't have any meat, Sam."
"And by 'any,' you do in fact mean—"
"We did get some more potatoes, though," interrupted one of the other thieves as he too came to sit by the fire. He sighed as he pushed his freckled face deeper into his coat collar. "As tragic as that may be. And they were also carrying some sort of little cakes, so we nabbed those too. Not so useful as far as food value goes, but at least Gilles will be happy."
The last two thieves, a wiry older man and a petite girl, joined the others around the fire, seeking refuge from the nippy air. The man found himself a seat as far away from the others as he could find, and sat down in silence. When the girl had made herself as comfortable as she could, she spoke up.
"Where is Gilles, anyway? The 'Knoll again?"
The curly-haired man continued to stir the potatoes stolidly. "He wanted me to tell you that he was terribly sorry but the old tavern in Friars Knoll was in need of a good flutist for the next few nights, and that he would be sure to spread the right kind of stories around while he was there."
"If he doesn't bring back some decent food with him, I might have to jam his flute down his throat," moaned the freckled man.
"What about the other one?" said Sam suddenly, and everyone looked up in surprise. He didn't usually dine with the others, and they had almost forgotten he was there. "You know..." He looked around at the other thieves blankly. "...Manny?"
"Maurice?" suggested Scarecrow.
"Him too," said Sam.
"No, just Maurice."
"No Manny?"
"There is no Manny, Sam."
"I was sure we had a Manny," said Sam. The others raised their eyebrows or shrugged without looking overly surprised. Sam didn't seem to notice. "Where's Maurice?"
"He left yesterday to go see his family," explained the freckled man. "Won't be back for a few days."
"This is getting a little pathetic," grumbled the girl. "It's cold, it's getting colder, and we need food. We can't live off of the occasional meal of boiled potatoes. No offence, Scarecrow."
"None taken." He took the pot off the fire and frowned into its potatoey depths. "Well, the good news is, it's sorta like stew now."
"Please don't take this the wrong way," said the freckled young man, earnestly, "but can you actually cook, Scarecrow?"
"Can I cook? Yes," said Scarecrow calmly as he began to dole out globs of semi-solid potato mulch into the tin bowls that were offered to him. "Can I cook well? Numerous first-hand accounts would suggest not."
The freckled young man shrugged as he received his steaming bowl. "Well, as long as it's hot, that's good enough for me."
"So it seems we're in need of a trip to town," said Sam, and everyone jumped again. "We'll leave tomorrow morning. Gotta make sure the camp is guarded this time of year, so I'll leave behind..." He studied the faces around the camp fire intently, as if trying to solve a great puzzle. "Um, you," he said, pointing at the freckled man.
"Shayne," murmured Scarecrow.
He moved his finger to the scraggy-haired old thief on the far side of the fire. "And you—"
"Oswald."
"—can stay here and help him. I'll take you—"
"Ro—"
"Rowan," said Sam happily.
"Oh, you know her name!" said Shayne indignantly.
"And Scarecrow," finished Sam, ignoring him. "We should be able to carry all the supplies back between the three of us."
"Yeah, okay, slow down for a second," said the girl, Rowan. "I'm not going anywhere with you tomorrow, Sam."
"It'll be fun," said Sam, dejected.
"I'm busy."
"It'll be really fun."
"Darn it Sam, I'm going to visit some old acquaintances of mine, that's final, and don't you dare try to stop me."
"Who are you visiting?"
"None of your business."
"Is it anyone as charming and interesting as—"
"Not to interrupt," said Shayne, awkwardly, "but I don't think I'm gonna be available for guard duty tomorrow either. I promised my mum I'd patch her roof before the first snow. And I think that's coming sooner than anyone'd like."
"You people do like the prospect of eating this month, don't you?" asked Sam.
"Sorry, Sam," said Shayne. "Really, I am. But it'll have to wait. Can't you and Scarecrow carry enough supplies to last us for the next week or so? I'd be glad to help when I get back."
"Yes, but who's going to guard the camp?"
"Oswald."
"You mean—"
Three arms pointed simultaneously at the wiry old man, who glowered over the top of his bowl at them all.
"Right," said Sam, a little ill at ease. "Well. The thing about that is..."
They watched him, carefully.
Sam stood up. "Right," he said again. He seemed to reach some sort of decision, but judging by his expression, he wasn't entirely happy with it. "That's how we'll do it, then. You people go do whatever it is you need to do out in the great wide yonder. I'm going to do some planning. Scarecrow, we'll leave at dawn."
The three thieves and Scarecrow continued to follow Sam with their gaze as he trudged off to his tent. Before he disappeared behind the ragged canvas flap, Shayne broke the silence.
"You know you're still carrying your bowl, right."
"I believe," said Sam, as he let the canvas fall back behind him, "that this is a dish best enjoyed in privacy." Edit: Gah, my goal for Day 1 was 4000 words, and I must have made it, too — but I lost track of the time and by the time I looked again, it was a few minutes past midnight and I was at 4196. D: So I did reach my goal, but my stats won't reflect that. Angst. |
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