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Post by Shinko on Mar 27, 2014 22:31:28 GMT -5
Ahaha, Hoban the king of understatement. "It's not fun" indeed.
Wonder what the Cyodrake's Gaze is up to and how they crossed paths, lol.
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Post by Shinko on Mar 27, 2014 22:31:54 GMT -5
Let's give Nat a chance to finish first.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2014 22:34:27 GMT -5
Eh, I'm good. xD; I'm a really slow writer, haha. And yet a ridiculously fast typist.
I managed...120 words. Wooooo.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2014 22:34:37 GMT -5
You'll have to read the finished story to find out.  But writing the crew of the Gaze was super fun. I got to play around with some of their characterizations a bit. For example, Tuan has a great belly laugh, and Kentari is a wise-cracker who got some awesome witty repartee with Hyren. Shinko, want to start at :45 and end on the hour? |
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Post by Shinko on Mar 27, 2014 22:39:06 GMT -5
Ahaha, expanding on canon characters is fun. In the Ballad series I play up Valrigard as someone extremely hung up on his honor, and easily offended when he thinks someone has insulted him. Which of course, plays into how he winds up after what all know must inevitably befall him.
And sure thing. ^^
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Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2014 22:39:06 GMT -5
...Wait. How long are these usually? For some reason I thought we'd go for thirty minutes. o.o
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Post by Shinko on Mar 27, 2014 22:40:03 GMT -5
It depends. If you want to go for thirty that's fine too, we just usually keep them shorter in case someone has to leave or something.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2014 22:40:49 GMT -5
Well, how long do you guys think you'll stick around?  I can stay for a while. |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2014 22:42:43 GMT -5
Ooh, I'm excited to see your characterization of Valrigard!
Yeah. I'm up for longer ones, too, but 15-minute increments seem to work best in case you have to leave on short notice. All up to you guys. I'll most likely be here for a while.
And whoo, I passed 25k! G'awww Hyren is being adorably insecure.
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Post by Shinko on Mar 27, 2014 22:43:22 GMT -5
I'm fine going for 30~
And congrats. ^^
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Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2014 22:44:20 GMT -5
Okay, so we're starting at :45 and going for 30?
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Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2014 22:44:19 GMT -5
Nice job!  I'm determined to at least get 1k written tonight. I'll be working on the same story, so. EDIT: Sounds good, Squid! |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2014 23:11:20 GMT -5
455! I feel like I've successfully avoided the spoiler zone as far as major plot twists for this narrative thread, so I feel like I can share things from it again. Also it's just too funny to keep to myself. Terra and Isengrim have the best conversations, I swear. “Owner. Get up.”
Terra awoke to something nudging her back and wondered why there was a dull roar in her ears. She opened her eyes and saw firelight on stone walls, and memories of the previous day came flooding back to her. A shudder of panic and sorrow wracked her body, and she looked up to see Isengrim standing over her. “You can call me Terra,” she groaned, rolling back over. She felt like she needed more sleep than this, and she wasn’t ready to face reality right now.
“Own—Terra,” Isengrim tried again, nudging her with his foot a second time. “Time for breakfast.”
“Breakfast?” Terra pulled her fur blanket closer around her. What time was it? She looked at the ceiling of the grotto and realized there was no way to keep track of time in here. That scared her. Something about not knowing where the sun was made her innately uneasy. “I need more sleep,” she murmured.
“No, you need breakfast,” Isengrim insisted, grabbing her under the arms and hoisting her to her feet. “And I want breakfast. So you are coming with me.”
Tired as she was, Terra found the stiffness had worn off and she was at least able to stand. “You’re not going to let me argue with that, are you,” she said with a yawn, reaching down to grab her glasses. As much as she wanted sleep, she had to uphold her end of the bargain and keep Pharazon safe.
Isengrim let out a whine and his ears bent back. “You smell terrible.”
Terra gave him a flat look. “Thank you, Mister Tact.”
“I am not taking you to breakfast smelling like rotten fish. Come on.” He grabbed her shoulder and steered her toward the stairs. “You are getting a bath and a change of clothes.”
“I never thought Werelupes would be so… clean,” Terra mentioned. She was surprised. She’d always played them up in her imagination as horrifically stinky barbarians, but she realized there was really very little malodourous about them. They simply smelled rather earthy.
“Filth breeds disease,” Isengrim stated. “And makes me wish I did not have a nose.”
“Makes sense,” Terra commented. “If I had a Lupe’s nose, I’d be more sensitive to smells, too.”
He led her down a new tunnel—or perhaps one she’d already been down. The Burrows had a labyrinthine sameness to them that made Terra feel like it would be very easy for one to become hopelessly lost in them. It just added to the feeling that she was in some sort of sunless underworld.
“How do you find your way around here?” she asked.
“Scent markers,” Isengrim replied like it was the most obvious thing in the world. |
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Post by Shinko on Mar 27, 2014 23:15:19 GMT -5
758, though I can't post any of what I wrote because SPOILERS.
Also, I think this'll be my last round. I was up super early this morning and I'm falling asleep at my desk.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2014 23:16:05 GMT -5
331. Stuff I wrote before this, a bit of context: Ava,
How long has it been? Three, four months? I can hardly believe it! That would make this my sixth letter to you—that is, assuming none of them got lost in the mail. And this one comes with a treat: chocolates!!! Share them with Anthy and your friends, okay?
I’ve a full-time job at the local nursery. I love being around all the flowers and not-yet-flowers. The island is bustling as ever, but it feels so lonely without you, Anthy, and Cam. Speaking of Cam, have you got in touch with her yet? I know you’ve missed her dearly.
Lots of Ixi hugs,
Jem
“Sweet Fyora on toast, these chocolates are awesome,” gushed Eury, popping a truffle into her mouth. The two of us sat in the Academy gardens, sheltered by a weeping willow. Crocuses poked their way out of the soil alongside hyacinths, encircling us with a ring of violet. “Jem’s your big sis, right? The one who took you out for cake?”She reached for a heart-shaped chocolate; I gave her an elbow to the gut and a smirk. “She sounds so nice. Makes me wish I had a sister like that.” She rolled onto her back, arms stretched out. “By the way, did you hear about the thing at City Square? Mom’s friends were all over it at tea.”
“Oh, were they?” I said, forcing interest in the familiar gossip. As much as I liked Eury, I had grown weary of news about mother and company. Yes, her mom thought this, and that faerie Kougra, oh, the things he would say, Ava, it was wild—and I would nod along because it was only fair. She did, after all, put up with my prattling on about Anthy and Cam. No matter—I could easily shift the topic away from them. With a dramatic flair, I added, “I was there, y’know.”
“No kidding?” Eury sat upright, eyes wide. “You weren’t hurt, were you?” When I shook my head, she continued, “It freaks me out that someone would do that. I don’t get hating the faeries, but I guess that’s their prerogative. The least they can do is keep it to themselves.”
“Mmmm.” I plucked a striped crocus and twirled it in my hand. “They had all these signs, waving them around, yelling about ‘plain’ pets—” Eury interrupted me with an emphatic groan, falling backwards onto the grass. “What?”
“They’ve been on about that since the dawn of time. But like—” Eury pointed at me, then herself. “You’re a plain pet. I’m a plain pet. My mom? She’s a fae pet. Simple as that.” I put my chin in my paws, puzzled: Eury had provided a definition, not an explanation. “Fae pets are naturally closer to the faeries themselves, right? So it makes sense for the fae to trust ‘em a bit more.” At this she looked over her shoulder, glowering at something beyond the cloak of leaves. I leaned closer, squinting. “It’s nothing, just that one teacher.” Just wrote: “Oh, Sheska?” I did not bother to question the now-seething royal Aisha beside me. “Now that I think of it, I gotta talk to her about the test…”
“You go do that,” Eury said, then snickered, “And I’m gonna eat all these chocolates behind your back!” Standing up, I stuck out my tongue and put my paws on my hips. I dusted off my sleeves—stiff cotton softened with wear—and dashed over to Sheska. Grand leather-bound tomes rested in the faerie’s arms as she walked along the cobbled path. A clashing arrangement of asters, pink hyacinths, and ivy rested in her hair, the curling tendrils of the third framing her cheeks. Catching sight of me, she smiled tightly, as if drawn to some other urgent matter.
“Miss Sheska?” I came to a halt behind her, my heels clicking against the stone. “Is now a bad time, or—?”
“No, not bad, no, no!” said the faerie shortly. “More like dreadful. Papers to grade! Tests to grade! Homework—oh, the homework—to what else but grade!” Her thin-lipped smile dropped to a frown. “And almost none of my second-years know their way around an ablative case. And you know what? They have no, none—no respect for Darigani. They’re in it for the credits, goodness.” I nodded along. “But what were you going to ask? I have plenty of time.”
“Right, um…” I bit my lip. “The test—”
“The one on pronoun agreement, was it?” Sheska tilted her head to the side, then pulled a sheet of paper out of the topmost book. “B+! Not bad.”
“Mmhmm,” I mumbled, looking over the corrections. Nervously I turned away from the paper and said, “Can I talk to you? Like, in private?”
“Of course, though I’m not sure what use I will be,” said the faerie with a sympathetic look. “Wait outside my office? We can talk when I finish these blasted papers.”
“Yeah, that works.” And now I'm gonna put in a big ol' [TRANSITION] because I can never write those. >__> I'll save it for later, I guess. |
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But writing the crew of the Gaze was super fun. I got to play around with some of their characterizations a bit. For example, Tuan has a great belly laugh, and Kentari is a wise-cracker who got some awesome witty repartee with Hyren.
I can stay for a while.