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Post by XerBlade on Mar 24, 2005 23:50:40 GMT -5
Oh, POOH! YOU'RE not ANY FUN!!! Blame Naoki for making me just that kind of character. Do you really think it's that fun being teh mysterious one who can somehow get outta any kind of situation and knows so much about so many things for no reason? I've lost count of how many times in his story there's a part where I'm caught in some sort of seemingly hopeless situation, and then everything's fine, and we're never even told how it turned out that way. Sure, I know, and he knows, and teh few other people we've explained all of it to know, but that's beside teh point. Heck, there are a couple people on [as] who know about 100 times as much stuff about my character as you guys do, just because I didn't have any reason to hold out (and be "slippery" as it's been called) with them. Oh yeah, except in teh case of teh series it's all supposed to be fairly obvious to anyone who's actually using their head... but trust me not everyone does that.
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Post by stampededtyphoon on Mar 25, 2005 0:17:05 GMT -5
Crap--I gotta' go, but I DO have a question--Is anyone enjoying my Sergei Story?
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Post by Peanutcat on Mar 25, 2005 0:19:12 GMT -5
Crap--I gotta' go, but I DO have a question--Is anyone enjoying my Sergei Story? Yeah, dammit! We're waiting for teh CLIMAX!
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Post by stampededtyphoon on Mar 25, 2005 0:22:18 GMT -5
Yeah, dammit! We're waiting for teh CLIMAX! Ooh, is that a HINT!? It'll be in teh next segment--I hope [of course, I CAN'T get TOO explicit...... Darn it!
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Post by XerBlade on Mar 25, 2005 0:27:18 GMT -5
Crap--I gotta' go, but I DO have a question--Is anyone enjoying my Sergei Story? Sure. It's amazing just what you can find funny when you actually read it. And then it's even more amazing just how funny it can be.
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Post by stampededtyphoon on Mar 25, 2005 0:30:11 GMT -5
Sure. It's amazing just what you can find funny when you actually read it. And then it's even more amazing just how funny it can be. I HOPE you mean funny in a GOOD way....... I DO try--action isn't my forte', but I am sorta' good at comedy [they say if it makes YOU laugh, then others may find it funny, too--and I'm sometimes laughing so hard it's hard to type!]
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Post by lizardali on Mar 25, 2005 0:34:28 GMT -5
Crap--I gotta' go, but I DO have a question--Is anyone enjoying my Sergei Story? I enjoyed it very much, especially when Mir made her little anouncement in teh middle of class. Oh, and Isa enoyed it too, cuz she was reading over my shoulder when I was reading.
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Post by XerBlade on Mar 25, 2005 0:50:43 GMT -5
I HOPE you mean funny in a GOOD way....... I DO try--action isn't my forte', but I am sorta' good at comedy [they say if it makes YOU laugh, then others may find it funny, too--and I'm sometimes laughing so hard it's hard to type!] Action isn't exactly my forte either. It's just useful in conjecture with things that are. By teh way, did I ever go into teh full reason why I suspect my long case of Writer's Block started? I mean, I did just teh other day mention that it coincided with my creation of Ramsa and Rad. But anyway, here's teh point. I created Ramsa and Rad originally for a specific story I was writing, which I intended to be teh most thoroughly disturbing thing I'd ever write. I barely got through teh introduction segment of teh exposition before teh effects of that showed themselves. It really depressed me, in short it freaked me out, my own writing as I was writing it. I couldn't think straight for days after that, and I was constantly depressed. And ever since that incident I haven't been able to find words to express exactly what's really on my mind. I don't have a problem after all with just writing and writing teh story I am trying to say, my problem lies with being unable to write it teh way I really wanna, to depict teh feeling I really wanna depict. teh story I was working on took a turn to a standard sword action thing, losing teh mood it had to start with, on teh all of a page and a half which I had written before, and so I just dropped it, hating how screwed up it was becoming, and haven't so much as looked at it since (and somehow I still get a chill just from thinking about that story without actually thinking of teh story contents themselves). And that specific story, up to that page and a half point anyway, was considered as a prequel of sorts to either Team X or my own story (I hadn't decided entirely which yet, at that point it could've easily been for either considering exactly WHAT I was "prequeling" [it's for a character, or technically 2 characters, 1 in each possible thing, that were extremely similar in almost every way in each of teh 2 stories], and of course after that point for that short while, a couple of days, that I continued teh work on it, I went in teh direction of Team X, hence Ramsa and Rad, who weren't in that beginning part).
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Post by Peleia on Mar 25, 2005 1:48:32 GMT -5
Teeeeheee.... should I be worried about what this implies about Roy's fiddly-bits? Hmm?
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Post by stampededtyphoon on Mar 25, 2005 2:26:56 GMT -5
Teeeeheee.... should I be worried about what this implies about Roy's fiddly-bits? Hmm? Worried? ONLY if yer' Roy, I suppose! [Or, you were plannin' on "makin' use" of said fiddley-bits!]
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Post by stampededtyphoon on Mar 25, 2005 2:30:34 GMT -5
Action isn't exactly my forte either. It's just useful in conjecture with things that are. By teh way, did I ever go into teh full reason why I suspect my long case of Writer's Block started? I mean, I did just teh other day mention that it coincided with my creation of Ramsa and Rad. But anyway, here's teh point. I created Ramsa and Rad originally for a specific story I was writing, which I intended to be teh most thoroughly disturbing thing I'd ever write. I barely got through teh introduction segment of teh exposition before teh effects of that showed themselves. It really depressed me, in short it freaked me out, my own writing as I was writing it. I couldn't think straight for days after that, and I was constantly depressed. And ever since that incident I haven't been able to find words to express exactly what's really on my mind. I don't have a problem after all with just writing and writing teh story I am trying to say, my problem lies with being unable to write it teh way I really wanna, to depict teh feeling I really wanna depict. teh story I was working on took a turn to a standard sword action thing, losing teh mood it had to start with, on teh all of a page and a half which I had written before, and so I just dropped it, hating how screwed up it was becoming, and haven't so much as looked at it since (and somehow I still get a chill just from thinking about that story without actually thinking of teh story contents themselves). And that specific story, up to that page and a half point anyway, was considered as a prequel of sorts to either Team X or my own story (I hadn't decided entirely which yet, at that point it could've easily been for either considering exactly WHAT I was "prequeling" [it's for a character, or technically 2 characters, 1 in each possible thing, that were extremely similar in almost every way in each of teh 2 stories], and of course after that point for that short while, a couple of days, that I continued teh work on it, I went in teh direction of Team X, hence Ramsa and Rad, who weren't in that beginning part). Boy, that MUST of been some story! So far, most of teh stories I've written haven't effected me that deeply, tho' there have been a few that kinda' caught me "off guard", and one about Vic--which I haven't done yet--that sometimes makes me wonder about myself......
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Post by XerBlade on Mar 25, 2005 2:38:53 GMT -5
Boy, that MUST of been some story! So far, most of teh stories I've written haven't effected me that deeply, tho' there have been a few that kinda' caught me "off guard", and one about Vic--which I haven't done yet--that sometimes makes me wonder about myself...... There are 2 key points to that that without them I'm sure it wouldn't have affected me as much. teh first was that teh character it was centering around was myself. teh second is teh crucial one. It's my method of writing. I don't just imagine a story and write about it. I nearly perfected my visualization. I would visualize teh scene set up first teh way I planned, then place myself in teh scene, letting it play, letting myself experience it, tryign to make it as close to a real experience as possible, more like a day-dream with an extra step taken of sorts. I write down what I see, what it makes me feel, not just describing some stuff I just made up in my head and decided to write about. That's what I was doing at teh time. And here's teh thing. I haven't been able to do that even slightly, nor have I seemed to have any desire on a subconscious level to try to use that method ever since then. That is teh precise reason my ability to find teh "right" words has suffered.
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Post by stampededtyphoon on Mar 25, 2005 2:59:30 GMT -5
After Emi-chan had finished talking with Van, and had FINALLY left, Spike Spiegel decided it was probably safe to come outta hidin--er.....go for a stroll....
Tossing a dirty look at Van--who IGNORED him--as he went thru' teh Living Room, Spike headed out teh front door, carefully AVOIDING that ever-hungry "manhood eating" plant as he passed it--
--THIS time, instead of SNAPPING at him as he passed by, aiming for his "fiddley-bits" or tush, whichever was CLOSER, teh plant waited until he had gone past, and now had his back to teh nasty lil' thing, then suddenly SPAT two slimy, fuzzy objects STRAIGHT at Spike's behind, hitting him SQUARELY in teh seat cushions with a wet-sounding *THWACK!*, which, catching po' Spike off guard like that, made him *YELP* like a kicked dog and jump about a FOOT into teh air!!!
When he came DOWN from this "flight", he landed on teh porch steps, BADLY, lost his footing, and tumbled head-over-heels to land with his face in teh dirt and grass--teh cigarette he'd been lighting now all but SHOVED up his nose--*Ow*--[especially since it was STILL lit, noda!], and his hiney in teh air, looking a WEE bit like *Oro?*
teh two "projectiles" turned out to be teh two young ruperts who had been FED to teh plant by Emi-chan as an "offering" of sorts, covered in icky plant goo, but otherwise undigested [seems that plant is VERY "picky" about what it eats and it PREFERS Spike Spiegel's "Family Jewels" for some reason--*Bleah!*--talk about yer' "Rocky Mountain Oysters", no and DA!], which, as soon as they realized they were free from their prison, headed for teh nearest "sanctuary" available.......which HAPPENED to be Spike's pant-leg, of COURSE!
Aaaaand, Spike's OWN rupert, Broccoli [same green as Spike's hair, remember], who had been "nesting" peacefully in his Master's fuzzy 'do, decided to take OFFENSE at this "intrusion" into it's OWN "exclusive territory", NODA, and went into "attack and defense" mode, rah-ther aggressively!
A short time later, 'Kat, looking out her front room window, asked incredulously--
"WHAT teh HELL is Spike DOING out there, anyway!!??"
Van, who had seen teh ENTIRE farce from its beginning, answered smugly, with a grin on his face--
"I THINK it's called, "There are THREE Fighting ruperts in my PANTS, DAMMIT, and they WON'T LEAVE!!!!!!!"
Sorry, Emi-chan--I just kept feeling BAD about those po' widdl' ruperts--and this story was JUST too funny to ignore!!!
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Post by Hina-chan on Mar 25, 2005 4:22:07 GMT -5
"....bored bored bored bored...." Hina grumbled. She sat on teh floor looking as if she had melted there from teh table as she absently spooned sugar into her massive tea mug.
Ryuuzaki perched on teh chair across from her and examined his own average sized tea cup wondering where one would acquire a mug of Hina's mug's size. He chewed thoughtfully on his thumb and was about to ask Hina directly since he really didn't have teh motivation to do any figuring like that when a rupert appeared on teh arm of teh chair.
Hina sat up in intrest. She hadn't really ever seen a rupert up close before. Though Al had mistaken one for a lost cat before....Ryuuzaki leaned closer to it, index finger against his lips. "What...is it?"
"Thats a....a rupert...other than that I don't know...I wonder how it got here..." Hina looked around as if maybe there would be a neon sign.
Ryuuzaki picked it up with his finger and thumb and stared at it while teh thing wriggled in protest of Ryuuzaki's bad handling job. "Interesting..." Ryuuzaki set teh rupert down carefully still watching it his motivation suddenly sparked. "How do they work?"
Hina shrugged and crawled around teh floor looking for any rupert shaped holes in teh molding. "How should I know." Ryuuzaki took advantage of Hina's distraction to swipe her oversized tea mug. By his count her tea was plenty sweet enough for him.
She peered over teh arm of Ryuuzaki's chair her nose nearly touching teh rupert still sitting there. Slowly she reached up and pulled teh rupert down and snuck away with it. She herself had been interested in how teh ruperts 'worked' and finally had a chance to find out.
Ryuuzaki, not about to loose teh thing that had motivated him lept off teh couch after her. "I wanna see it too!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~to be continued...
geh....sorry its so long....I wanna play with Ryuuzaki more and teh ruperts fascinate me....mostly cause I have no idea what they are.....
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Post by snapdragon76 on Mar 25, 2005 9:22:16 GMT -5
Danke, danke! I like it alot so far. It is good, isn't it? How far have you gotten? Also, who's that in you icon?
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