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Post by idiotj on Sept 3, 2005 12:21:38 GMT -5
The first chapter will be up soon. No promises about the second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, eight, ninth, tenth, eleventh, twelfth or thirteenth, though. < for each female sibling > for each male sibling *Characters are Siblings +Adopted Sorry if families are inaccurate. No, let me rephrase that--Families will be inaccurate. So will characters. For now, here's a cast of characters: Dante > Antenora < J (role undetermined) > > ~~~~~Will come in Later~~~~ *Derik *Akbar+ *later PJ+ ~~~~~~~~~~ People who will (re: might) be in it in undetermined roles *James *Dupin *Kimia *Charlotte *Mr. Who *Aries (I decided to make the last six siblings. Isn't that weird? Well, it increases the chance of all of them appearing)
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Antenora
Detriment Deleter
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Put down that harpoon gun, in the name of these wonderful birds!
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Post by Antenora on Sept 3, 2005 12:37:59 GMT -5
This looks quite good, J. I eagerly await the first chapter(and later ones).
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Post by Dante on Sept 3, 2005 13:47:39 GMT -5
Yeah, it sounds pretty interesting.
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Post by christie on Sept 4, 2005 15:08:21 GMT -5
wut is this story about?
can i b in it?
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Post by Grace on Sept 5, 2005 11:15:33 GMT -5
Me me me me! I've been here longer than you. EDIT: Plus, I had an old account. ^_-
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Post by idiotj on Sept 5, 2005 14:29:39 GMT -5
Me me me me! I've been here longer than you. EDIT: Plus, I had an old account. ^_- OMG, I REMEMBER YOU! (I've been here since November 03) Though you're still older than I am, since I remember you from when I first came here.
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Post by champ103 on Sept 5, 2005 14:33:00 GMT -5
If this is to do with ASOUE, shouldn't it be in FF? *shrug*
And it looks pretty cool-are we all volunteers?
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Post by idiotj on Sept 5, 2005 14:35:28 GMT -5
I don't know yet. I don't know what it is in relation to aSoUE; similar themes only, so far.
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Post by idiotj on Sept 5, 2005 17:10:55 GMT -5
In the Chinese culture, there is a popular symbol called the yin and the yang. The yin and the yang represents balance between good and evil: everything has good elements and everything has bad elements. At times, it might not seem there is an exactly equal balance in the world, but like optical illusions, it depends on how one looks at things. This story begins with something good: The protagonists--a fancy word which here means "primary characters"--of this story are, for the most part, intelligence, resourceful, well-read children. Some people might find reading about intelligent, resourceful well-read heros boring. And, of course, such tales often are. Luckily, the dark side, the Yang, brings about a problem or two or several for our heros. The good thing about the bad is that it makes things interesting, so those of you who do not like our happy, clever protagonists will be very pleased to find out that their houses will soon be burned down and they will find themselves in a series of dark, confusing, disturbing, dangerous and highly unfortunate events.
It was a midsummer Thursday and Dante Rubens was at the library, selecting a large hardcover book on coded communication. On his way to the check out desk desk, he passed a table where a man sat, half his face hidden in The Bear's Famous Invasion of Sicility and the other half hidden in the brim of his hat. Dante vaguely heard a click but didn't think much of it at all. After checking out the book, Dante Rubens exited the library at 12:37 PM with the book under his arm and began to head home. It was a clear, sunny day, he acknowledged, and though he was not one to frolic in the afternoon sun, he felt content, almost happy, for no reason which was unusual for him. At 12:48, Dante was on the block of his house. There was a crowd gathered in front of one of the neighbor's house, along with ambulences, police cars and fire trucks. Perhaps one of the neighbors died, maybe that crazy cat woman's house went alight. I wouldn't feel too bad. Maybe we'll get some new neighbors who have less cats. No one should posess as many cats as she had. He walked down the block more to see what had happened. At 12:49 his pace slowed when he realized that it was not the crazy cat lady's house that had burned down. It was his own.
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Antenora
Detriment Deleter
Fiendish Philologist
Put down that harpoon gun, in the name of these wonderful birds!
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Post by Antenora on Sept 5, 2005 17:26:25 GMT -5
This is a good beginning, J, although it's tragic that Dante's house burned down(but that's certainly the point.). I liked the description of the yin-yang; quite well-written.
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Post by Grace on Sept 5, 2005 17:38:09 GMT -5
OOOOOOOOO. That's vewy fweaky. *applauds*
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Post by s on Sept 5, 2005 20:57:29 GMT -5
Very, very good.
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Post by PJ on Sept 5, 2005 23:22:48 GMT -5
Excellent. Loved the bit about how the heroes may be boring, but at least their houses burn down. And crazy cat woman rules, too.
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Post by idiotj on Sept 6, 2005 0:41:04 GMT -5
"Sorry, Mr. Rubens, can you spell that again?" "I spelled it 12 times! Are you sure you're getting the letters right?" Dante snapped. After discovering his house had burned down, he has been whisked away to the police station where, he was told, living arrangements would be made. "Quite sure." The police officer murmurred, missing Dante's sarcasm. "We still can't find any files on you. You don't exist, so we can't do anything. But you can stay here until we get this sorted out." "No, thank you." Dante said coldly. "I'll take my chances on the street."
Had it been a cold, dark night, perhaps in a bad city neighborhood, Dante's statement would have been more dramatic. But it was a bright, sunny afternoon, 3:14 to be exact, and Dante was taking no more chance on the street than if he was going out for a stroll on a day when his house hadn't been burnt down. Fists stuffed in the pocket of his coat, Dante walked down the street staring at the ground. It was then, inexplicably, that he realized he had left the book of coded communication at the police office. Everything from before 12:49 that Thursday was gone, except the clothes he currently wore. Even if he were to go back to the station and retrieve the book, he wouldn't be the same--nothing would. The book was a book left by a Dante Rubens who died at the same time, or perhaps a few hours earlier, than the current Dante Rubens who was created--born from the ashes of the old Dante Rubens's house. The police officer was right, in a way: Dante Rubens did not exist. He vanished or died when he realized his house was gone. He had spent two hours in a police station purgatory before being reincarnated:same body, same clothes, same name, different life. Same soul? That is if souls existed. Maybe this is a sort of inverted Reincarnation. You keep your body but change your soul. Have I changed much, or has it just been my surroundings? Dante pondered this, and then realized he was hungry and was standing right in front of a diner with some crumpled up bills in the pocket of Dante Rubens's coat. If he was a different person, he must have stolen the coat; it did feel strange, as though he had stolen it off a corpse. Shuddering at the thought, he opened the diner door.
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Post by Ennui on Sept 6, 2005 3:47:27 GMT -5
Hmmm...fun and well-written, J, but I'm not sure I like swerving from ASOUE's code of realism. You know what I mean, babies can climp up elevator shafts, but people can't be reborn from the ashes of their houses, unless metaphorically.
Still, good in the main. Do continue.
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