Sunday, December 6, 2009
Easy way to end paragraphs much?
I just realised that Amelia falls unconcious WAY too much. Time to make some edits -_-
Monday, March 16, 2009
Oh, by the way
Yeah, so I've been writing this story for a while, and I never actually realized this, but blog spot doesn't copy my italicized fonts unless I add some codes into the blog post itself, which I've neglected to do because it just takes so darn long. In any case, I just thought I'd let you guys know that I will get around to it later, because it's actually kind of important to how Din speaks. The "voice" that Arthur referred to at the end of chapter 2 part 4, was supposed to be writing in italics. That is to say, every time Din spoke with said voice (described as icy and cold, the font would become italicized. So forgive the lack of this tool, I promise it will be set right in later updates, but for now, just know that Din's voice changes just before fights, but he leads Arthur to believe that he is capable of making this change whenever he desires.
Chapter 2 He’s still Biggie, but I’m Not So ‘Twiggy’ Now eh? Part 5
“Come now, you can’t expect to get it on your first try! Stop crying, and just try it again. I know you can do it. We all know you can do it, so just don’t give up. You hear me Amelia? Never give up. No matter what happens, promise me that you’ll always keep your chin up high. Promise me that you will never let anybody step on you. Promise me that you will never stop trying. Right Amy? Promise me!”
“I promise”
Amelia opened her eyes slowly, and realised that she was in the exact same room as the one she had awoken in several hours ago. She twitched her fingers in fear of the pain that would engulf her body from having been outside in the rain, then realised that she had not been out in the rain. She turned and stood up from the bed to find a note on the floor. She brushed off the dust and dirt from the paper and squinted her eyes to try and decipher what was undoubtedly Din’s horrendous handwriting.
“Mornin’ sleeping beauty! I hope you’re feeling better. Art and I are down in the Atrium getting a cup of water. If you wake up before we get back, feel free to just walk down the hallway and meet up with us. Before you do any of that though, I want you to count to 10, say your name 6 times, and make sure you can move all of your limbs. Art and I still don’t really know why you passed out, so if you feel weak at all, don’t just stay there. We’ll see you soon. Later Amy!”
Amelia scoffed at the use of “Amy”. It felt familiar and comforting, yet the fact that Din used it made the name utterly vile to her. I’ll have to give him a good smack later she thought, as she walked out of the room that had surprisingly begun to feel like a home to her. She shook her head to remove that thought
As she stepped outside, she noticed that the hallway was completely empty. What used to be a small hallway packed with people was now as barren as the desert outside.
Amelia remembered the way to go from her earlier trek that had been so rudely interrupted by Arthur, and began to walk down through the empty hallway. She made her way quickly through the seemingly endless tube of doors and found herself in the Atrium, which was now full of people. Puzzled, Amelia scratched her head and approached a man by the edge of the crowd. She jumped a few times to try and see over the sea of people, but to no avail, and finally decided to ask the man what was going on.
She tapped the man on the shoulder and was immediately met with a fist to the face. The man had smacked her without even a glance.
Amelia laid on the floor holding her cheek. She felt herself turning red both with embarrassment and the blood cells that would heal the blow. She clenched her fist, catching sand in her palm. She stared at the craggy ground for a second longer and felt the heat from her face moving down to her neck and her chest. She looked up at the man that hit her, who had apparently taken interest in the girl that he assaulted and was looking down at her. Their eyes met and Amelia could feel the heat reaching the tips of her toes.
She could see the man’s lips moving, but she couldn’t hear what he was saying. The man was certainly talking, but the vibrations were hitting Amelia’s ears far too slowly for the words that they should be creating were incomprehensible. Amelia felt herself relax her muscles, getting ready to tighten them in order to stand up, and fell unconscious. “Finally”
“I promise”
Amelia opened her eyes slowly, and realised that she was in the exact same room as the one she had awoken in several hours ago. She twitched her fingers in fear of the pain that would engulf her body from having been outside in the rain, then realised that she had not been out in the rain. She turned and stood up from the bed to find a note on the floor. She brushed off the dust and dirt from the paper and squinted her eyes to try and decipher what was undoubtedly Din’s horrendous handwriting.
“Mornin’ sleeping beauty! I hope you’re feeling better. Art and I are down in the Atrium getting a cup of water. If you wake up before we get back, feel free to just walk down the hallway and meet up with us. Before you do any of that though, I want you to count to 10, say your name 6 times, and make sure you can move all of your limbs. Art and I still don’t really know why you passed out, so if you feel weak at all, don’t just stay there. We’ll see you soon. Later Amy!”
Amelia scoffed at the use of “Amy”. It felt familiar and comforting, yet the fact that Din used it made the name utterly vile to her. I’ll have to give him a good smack later she thought, as she walked out of the room that had surprisingly begun to feel like a home to her. She shook her head to remove that thought
As she stepped outside, she noticed that the hallway was completely empty. What used to be a small hallway packed with people was now as barren as the desert outside.
Amelia remembered the way to go from her earlier trek that had been so rudely interrupted by Arthur, and began to walk down through the empty hallway. She made her way quickly through the seemingly endless tube of doors and found herself in the Atrium, which was now full of people. Puzzled, Amelia scratched her head and approached a man by the edge of the crowd. She jumped a few times to try and see over the sea of people, but to no avail, and finally decided to ask the man what was going on.
She tapped the man on the shoulder and was immediately met with a fist to the face. The man had smacked her without even a glance.
Amelia laid on the floor holding her cheek. She felt herself turning red both with embarrassment and the blood cells that would heal the blow. She clenched her fist, catching sand in her palm. She stared at the craggy ground for a second longer and felt the heat from her face moving down to her neck and her chest. She looked up at the man that hit her, who had apparently taken interest in the girl that he assaulted and was looking down at her. Their eyes met and Amelia could feel the heat reaching the tips of her toes.
She could see the man’s lips moving, but she couldn’t hear what he was saying. The man was certainly talking, but the vibrations were hitting Amelia’s ears far too slowly for the words that they should be creating were incomprehensible. Amelia felt herself relax her muscles, getting ready to tighten them in order to stand up, and fell unconscious. “Finally”
Monday, March 2, 2009
Chapter 2 He’s still Biggie, but I’m Not So ‘Twiggy’ Now eh? Part 4
The barracks hadn’t changed for as long as Din could remember. What they called a “barracks” was really just a small, square shaped room with weapons lining every inch of the walls. From swords to katars, jurs to bows, it was a wonder that so many instruments of death could be found in one place. Contrary to the beliefs of most non-Tursen, the barracks was not guarded at all. Any person could easily steal weaponry from the barracks if they so desired. The thing is, every person knew that, even armed in every single way possible, no person could fight a Tursen evenly.
Both Din and Arthur found Coras Tursen uniforms hanging up in a supply closet in the corner of the barracks (the only spot where no weapons were hanging). Din picked up his own after a few seconds of searching. The Coras uniform was a simple garb of black cloth lined with the bones of beasts slain, or found dead. The bones were arranged to form the Coras insignia: a single fang over a rain cloud, symbolising their defiance towards the rain, and their custom to raid during storms. The garb was nothing more than a cape and a hood to fit over a Tursen’s clothing; however, Din’s was special. He liked to take time in order to distinguish himself among the Tursen. Din’s uniform used rain resistant material, the same colour as the regular uniform, that covered his entire body, like a full suit. The arms and legs were lined with the rib bones of creatures he himself had gone out to slay, as well as the joints, which were capped by circular bones. He swiftly slipped his uniform on, and tied the cape around his neck. He then picked up mask for his mouth made of the jaws of what some might say to be a dragon, and attached it to his hood.
Din walked towards a box made of the bones of some sort of monster. It looked to be the skull of a giant snake; the head severed, and the jaws latched together to form a container. He tugged on the two longest fangs, releasing them from the latch that bound them, and opened jaws as wide as the joint would allow. Inside, two daggers were stored.
Both were completely black. So much so, that anyone other than Din might mistake the blade for the handle. They were different sizes, one at about 14 inches, and the other at about 9, and both had a jewel encrusted into the hilt. The longer blade contained a deep red gem. It seemed to pulse, and radiate cold. The shorter dagger was charmed by a calming green stone. It too seemed to have a pulse. Din slipped the two into his belt
“Wow” Arthur said, looking over his shoulder from across the room where he was apparently inspecting a pair of axes. “Come now, they aren’t even Reghs, Din! No need to get serious.”
“That” Din said back, his mask giving the already cold sound of his voice an even more menacing tone, “Is very true.”
Arthur relaxed slightly. His shoulders drooped, and he smiled at his small friend. “You know,” he said “I’ve known you for 8 years, and I still don’t know if you turn that voice on and off just to scare people or if it’s actually something you can’t control”
Din smiled back at Arthur. “What voice?” he said, as he laid his daggers back into the jaws of the serpent. Arthur shivered.
Both Din and Arthur found Coras Tursen uniforms hanging up in a supply closet in the corner of the barracks (the only spot where no weapons were hanging). Din picked up his own after a few seconds of searching. The Coras uniform was a simple garb of black cloth lined with the bones of beasts slain, or found dead. The bones were arranged to form the Coras insignia: a single fang over a rain cloud, symbolising their defiance towards the rain, and their custom to raid during storms. The garb was nothing more than a cape and a hood to fit over a Tursen’s clothing; however, Din’s was special. He liked to take time in order to distinguish himself among the Tursen. Din’s uniform used rain resistant material, the same colour as the regular uniform, that covered his entire body, like a full suit. The arms and legs were lined with the rib bones of creatures he himself had gone out to slay, as well as the joints, which were capped by circular bones. He swiftly slipped his uniform on, and tied the cape around his neck. He then picked up mask for his mouth made of the jaws of what some might say to be a dragon, and attached it to his hood.
Din walked towards a box made of the bones of some sort of monster. It looked to be the skull of a giant snake; the head severed, and the jaws latched together to form a container. He tugged on the two longest fangs, releasing them from the latch that bound them, and opened jaws as wide as the joint would allow. Inside, two daggers were stored.
Both were completely black. So much so, that anyone other than Din might mistake the blade for the handle. They were different sizes, one at about 14 inches, and the other at about 9, and both had a jewel encrusted into the hilt. The longer blade contained a deep red gem. It seemed to pulse, and radiate cold. The shorter dagger was charmed by a calming green stone. It too seemed to have a pulse. Din slipped the two into his belt
“Wow” Arthur said, looking over his shoulder from across the room where he was apparently inspecting a pair of axes. “Come now, they aren’t even Reghs, Din! No need to get serious.”
“That” Din said back, his mask giving the already cold sound of his voice an even more menacing tone, “Is very true.”
Arthur relaxed slightly. His shoulders drooped, and he smiled at his small friend. “You know,” he said “I’ve known you for 8 years, and I still don’t know if you turn that voice on and off just to scare people or if it’s actually something you can’t control”
Din smiled back at Arthur. “What voice?” he said, as he laid his daggers back into the jaws of the serpent. Arthur shivered.
Chapter 2 He’s still Biggie, but I’m Not So ‘Twiggy’ Now eh? Part 3
“It’s just a fight?” Amelia had said, three hours earlier. “You called them games though. Fights aren’t games, nor are they a very... Classy way of solving differences between uh, what were they called?”
“Grey Areas” Din had answered. “And yeah, they aren’t very glorified, but don’t go calling then ‘just fights’” He frowned slightly “Anybody can fight for water Amy. The difference is the ‘who’. We’re Tursen, not just random sand rats scrounging for a drink”
“Yeah?” Amelia scoffed jokingly “Judging by your build, I doubt you could fight off a rat. In any case, what’s so special about Tursen? How does that change a fight into a game?” She crossed her arms, as if to say “Humour me”
“For the simple reason” Din said as he too crossed his arms mockingly “That Tursen have an...Unexplainable power.” Amelia raised an eyebrow.
“Power?” She said “That sounds ridiculous. You sure you’re sane?”
“You’re the one asking questions. So go ahead and don’t believe me”
“Touché”
“Damn straight” Din said with a smile “Anyway, as I was saying before you so rudely interrupted” He affectionately punched her arm “The difference between a street brawl and a ‘game’, is that the earned water is pure. You know firsthand what it feels like to get water on your skin. Now multiply that by a couple thousand, and put that pain on your insides. Is it worth it to get a drink of water? I doubt it.”
“So, to continue, the water won in a ‘game’ is somehow purified. I said Tursen have power, right? That power is purification. Any time two or more Tursen are put against each other, the water nearby somehow purifies itself.” Din stood up from the stone bed and sat back down across from Amelia.
“Then why don’t you just have Tursen fighting while it rains?” Amelia said.
“I don’t know if you realised this yet” Din said laughing “But the rain would kill us before purifying. It kinda stings when it touches you, no? Come on, I’ll tell you more later. Let’s go check out the Atrium. But stick close; I’m not exactly liked around here.” The pair stood and left the room.
“Any specific rules?” Din called across to the trio standing in front of him. He could see them shiver at his voice.
One of the two followers took off their cloaks and looked up at Arthur. He quickly shifted his gaze to the floor in front of his feet. “Elimination. We’ll fight in one on one’s until you lose, then the next fighter will take over.” He called back to Din.
The foreigner who spoke took a second to tie his hair up behind his head. He wore the outfit of an Ulto Tursen. Their symbol, a snowflake made of daggers, was tattooed onto his left cheek. The extremely long sleeves reflected their theme of “Avalanche in the desert” while their bottoms were covered by a kilt-like piece. The entire outfit was made from the purest of white cloth. It was a shock to the eyes in contrast to the pure black cloaks worn to ward off the rain.
“If it’s elimination, then we won’t need to call Shale, will we?” Arthur asked, looking down at Din.
“Prepare yourselves. The challenger barracks is that way.” Din said, pointing down a long hallway. A path of people had opened up for the challengers to walk down that way. Din turned to Arthur “To be honest old friend, without Phera here, I doubt we would need you” Arthur shivered again, and walked began walking towards the host’s barracks. Din had already disappeared.
“Grey Areas” Din had answered. “And yeah, they aren’t very glorified, but don’t go calling then ‘just fights’” He frowned slightly “Anybody can fight for water Amy. The difference is the ‘who’. We’re Tursen, not just random sand rats scrounging for a drink”
“Yeah?” Amelia scoffed jokingly “Judging by your build, I doubt you could fight off a rat. In any case, what’s so special about Tursen? How does that change a fight into a game?” She crossed her arms, as if to say “Humour me”
“For the simple reason” Din said as he too crossed his arms mockingly “That Tursen have an...Unexplainable power.” Amelia raised an eyebrow.
“Power?” She said “That sounds ridiculous. You sure you’re sane?”
“You’re the one asking questions. So go ahead and don’t believe me”
“Touché”
“Damn straight” Din said with a smile “Anyway, as I was saying before you so rudely interrupted” He affectionately punched her arm “The difference between a street brawl and a ‘game’, is that the earned water is pure. You know firsthand what it feels like to get water on your skin. Now multiply that by a couple thousand, and put that pain on your insides. Is it worth it to get a drink of water? I doubt it.”
“So, to continue, the water won in a ‘game’ is somehow purified. I said Tursen have power, right? That power is purification. Any time two or more Tursen are put against each other, the water nearby somehow purifies itself.” Din stood up from the stone bed and sat back down across from Amelia.
“Then why don’t you just have Tursen fighting while it rains?” Amelia said.
“I don’t know if you realised this yet” Din said laughing “But the rain would kill us before purifying. It kinda stings when it touches you, no? Come on, I’ll tell you more later. Let’s go check out the Atrium. But stick close; I’m not exactly liked around here.” The pair stood and left the room.
“Any specific rules?” Din called across to the trio standing in front of him. He could see them shiver at his voice.
One of the two followers took off their cloaks and looked up at Arthur. He quickly shifted his gaze to the floor in front of his feet. “Elimination. We’ll fight in one on one’s until you lose, then the next fighter will take over.” He called back to Din.
The foreigner who spoke took a second to tie his hair up behind his head. He wore the outfit of an Ulto Tursen. Their symbol, a snowflake made of daggers, was tattooed onto his left cheek. The extremely long sleeves reflected their theme of “Avalanche in the desert” while their bottoms were covered by a kilt-like piece. The entire outfit was made from the purest of white cloth. It was a shock to the eyes in contrast to the pure black cloaks worn to ward off the rain.
“If it’s elimination, then we won’t need to call Shale, will we?” Arthur asked, looking down at Din.
“Prepare yourselves. The challenger barracks is that way.” Din said, pointing down a long hallway. A path of people had opened up for the challengers to walk down that way. Din turned to Arthur “To be honest old friend, without Phera here, I doubt we would need you” Arthur shivered again, and walked began walking towards the host’s barracks. Din had already disappeared.
Chapter 2 He’s still Biggie, but I’m Not So ‘Twiggy’ Now eh? Part 2 (yeah, chapter was renamed)
“You shouldn’t go underestimating them, Art” Din replied. His voice had begun to take on a cold tone. “You know what happens if we lose”. Arthur began to shiver. Din always became like this just before a “game”.
“That’s true” Arthur replied, distancing himself from Din. No matter how many times Arthur had heard Din’s voice when he got like this; it still caused him to shake.
The atrium began to awaken as three figures strode into the enormous room from outside. The only opening to the desert from Coras was a small door that connected directly to the atrium. The door was made of stone, but covered in a cloth that had properties resistant to the rain. The same cloth that was used to make cloaks that the Tursen would wear. If somebody were to pass by the door, they might think that it were just another door in the Atrium. The might think that the guards standing by it were just for show. Of course, everybody knew that going through that door would get them killed.
All three of the newcomers wore cloaks to protect from the rain. Although, the skies appeared to be clear, rain could fall without notice, killing off anything stupid enough to still be outside. The first stood at about the same height as Din. He walked in the front, signifying that he would be leader, and last to fight. The other two skulked behind. Din raised an eyebrow. They appeared to be afraid of their leader.
A crowd quickly formed around the visitors. They booed them, and some even threw their (empty) cups at them. None however made any attempt to actually cause harm. Every single person in the atrium knew that Tursen were not to be trifled with. Any Tursen could easily kill every person in the atrium in a matter of minutes. That is, every person except for the other Tursen.
The Raiders stopped moving inside of a circle etched into the floor. The circle was drawn to show that any who stood inside of it were fully aware of the consequences. Often, regular people would step into the circle by accident and quickly lost water from that game.
Din and Arthur walked forwards and stepped into their respective circle as well.
“That’s true” Arthur replied, distancing himself from Din. No matter how many times Arthur had heard Din’s voice when he got like this; it still caused him to shake.
The atrium began to awaken as three figures strode into the enormous room from outside. The only opening to the desert from Coras was a small door that connected directly to the atrium. The door was made of stone, but covered in a cloth that had properties resistant to the rain. The same cloth that was used to make cloaks that the Tursen would wear. If somebody were to pass by the door, they might think that it were just another door in the Atrium. The might think that the guards standing by it were just for show. Of course, everybody knew that going through that door would get them killed.
All three of the newcomers wore cloaks to protect from the rain. Although, the skies appeared to be clear, rain could fall without notice, killing off anything stupid enough to still be outside. The first stood at about the same height as Din. He walked in the front, signifying that he would be leader, and last to fight. The other two skulked behind. Din raised an eyebrow. They appeared to be afraid of their leader.
A crowd quickly formed around the visitors. They booed them, and some even threw their (empty) cups at them. None however made any attempt to actually cause harm. Every single person in the atrium knew that Tursen were not to be trifled with. Any Tursen could easily kill every person in the atrium in a matter of minutes. That is, every person except for the other Tursen.
The Raiders stopped moving inside of a circle etched into the floor. The circle was drawn to show that any who stood inside of it were fully aware of the consequences. Often, regular people would step into the circle by accident and quickly lost water from that game.
Din and Arthur walked forwards and stepped into their respective circle as well.
Monday, February 23, 2009
Chapter 2 He's still biggie, but I'm not so twiggie now, eh?
“She’s asleep” Din said, as he and Arthur walked into the main atrium of Coras. The two found a table with two vacant seats and sat down. The room was massive. One could hardly look from one end to the other, and the fact that 80% of the people currently living in this particular Gray Area. The roof stood well over even Arthur’s head, in the shape of a dome. The dome was split up by different coloured stonework into three areas: Rest, Fight, and Observe. The resting area is where residents often found Din and Arthur talking, and was covered entirely by tables identical to the one that the pair sat at.
“You mean unconscious” Arthur corrected “People don’t just fall asleep while you’re talking, you know.” He sipped a cup of water, and the sound of sloshing turned heads. Arthur growled at them, and all the heads turned back doubly as quick. “What a bunch of rats! Scurrying at even the sound of water”
“I can’t say that I blame them” Din answered “These are hard times for all of us. Besides, it’s kind of your own fault slinging that stuff around. You know full well what it’s like around here” The pair knew all too well how treasured even a single cup of water could be. Deaths over water had become so common that the city of Coras didn’t even bother policing water trafficking anymore. After a while, only Tursen were given rations of water that they could keep. All other resources were able to be picked up in exchange for ration tickets, and had to be drank the moment they were picked up.
“Fine” Arthur said “You’re right. But they know who we are. Why would they even bother giving us such murderous looks? Having water obviously means that we’re Tursen, and having the status of Tursen means that we obviously could kill 10 of these rats in a second!”
“Because” Din said, looking at his friend “They will die without water anyway. I’d say living is something worth risking your life for” Sometimes Din didn’t like constantly having to correct his friend, but it wasn’t as if he could sit with anyone else. Giving the pair the nickname “Biggie and Twiggy” wasn’t a name given in teasing form. It was the only way that the other people living in Coras could insult the pair. People would have the look of those who tease using these names, but it was obvious the feelings that their smiles would hide. Tursen had water, and the people didn’t. Thus, the Tursen were hated. “But hey, it’s better than being thirsty, right old friend?”
“Damn straight” Arthur replied. He drank the last bit of the cup and stood up to find Din gone. Arthur wasn’t worried. He knew exactly what was going on.
“They’re here.” Din said, at Arthur’s side once again. Din’s ability to be undetected even by Arthur amazed him even after the six years the pair had been a pair.
“Who is it this time?” Arthur asked
“Ulto” Din answered “But Phera didn’t come. Neither did Toun, or Tamber.”
“Ulto without their top three?” Arthur laughed, emitting a high sound, betraying his figure. “These Tursen aren’t even worth our time!”
“You mean unconscious” Arthur corrected “People don’t just fall asleep while you’re talking, you know.” He sipped a cup of water, and the sound of sloshing turned heads. Arthur growled at them, and all the heads turned back doubly as quick. “What a bunch of rats! Scurrying at even the sound of water”
“I can’t say that I blame them” Din answered “These are hard times for all of us. Besides, it’s kind of your own fault slinging that stuff around. You know full well what it’s like around here” The pair knew all too well how treasured even a single cup of water could be. Deaths over water had become so common that the city of Coras didn’t even bother policing water trafficking anymore. After a while, only Tursen were given rations of water that they could keep. All other resources were able to be picked up in exchange for ration tickets, and had to be drank the moment they were picked up.
“Fine” Arthur said “You’re right. But they know who we are. Why would they even bother giving us such murderous looks? Having water obviously means that we’re Tursen, and having the status of Tursen means that we obviously could kill 10 of these rats in a second!”
“Because” Din said, looking at his friend “They will die without water anyway. I’d say living is something worth risking your life for” Sometimes Din didn’t like constantly having to correct his friend, but it wasn’t as if he could sit with anyone else. Giving the pair the nickname “Biggie and Twiggy” wasn’t a name given in teasing form. It was the only way that the other people living in Coras could insult the pair. People would have the look of those who tease using these names, but it was obvious the feelings that their smiles would hide. Tursen had water, and the people didn’t. Thus, the Tursen were hated. “But hey, it’s better than being thirsty, right old friend?”
“Damn straight” Arthur replied. He drank the last bit of the cup and stood up to find Din gone. Arthur wasn’t worried. He knew exactly what was going on.
“They’re here.” Din said, at Arthur’s side once again. Din’s ability to be undetected even by Arthur amazed him even after the six years the pair had been a pair.
“Who is it this time?” Arthur asked
“Ulto” Din answered “But Phera didn’t come. Neither did Toun, or Tamber.”
“Ulto without their top three?” Arthur laughed, emitting a high sound, betraying his figure. “These Tursen aren’t even worth our time!”
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