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Post by Kit's tits kick ticks on Oct 15, 2012 13:05:00 GMT -5
Wow, the idea with every American Girl behind one of the sentences is great!
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Post by Tryina Denouement on Oct 16, 2012 2:13:24 GMT -5
OK.
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Post by Tryina Denouement on Oct 17, 2012 11:13:39 GMT -5
Summoning the thread for tommorrow......
Summon is a word used in Indonesia as an fantasy RPG/RPN term........ (why am I giving you guys teasers?}
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Post by Dante on Oct 17, 2012 15:49:24 GMT -5
The use of "summoning" in farther westerly nations is not dissimilar, Tryina. I'll look forward to the new chapter.
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Post by Tryina Denouement on Oct 18, 2012 3:55:35 GMT -5
Author's Disclaimer: Look for Vandaria Saga in Google Search for the Violet reference. Be sure to Google Translate! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- -Chapter Seven-
-Samantha- Samantha picked a stack of Pao Quejos from the long buffet table and took some tea from the end. She bought a lot of food alongside the table. Nellie approached her and said. “Violet and Sunny went to the table over there” she pointed to a table. “And Beatrice is missing!” “We’ll look for Beatrice!” Samantha said. “But eat first!” Nellie interrupted. Samantha merely nodded. She was hungry now, anyway. There was a voice, “SAMANTHA! I NEED A WORD WITH YOU!!!!” It was Grandmary. “I’d better go.” Samantha grumbled. Footsteps were heard below the floor...... -Violet- She watched as two people, a man and a woman, both with silverish hair, and pairs of eyes with different colors, and both alike in dignity. The woman wore blue and silverish clothing and she had a graceful air around her. Her stare was evil, through. The man wore red and gold, and had some sort of unexplained grandness around him. “I’ll beat you, for the others have lost, only I would have won.” the woman said in a tone that one could be only be said as very vain and grandiose. “You will not win, for I have many support, both for small and large alike! I have glory and grace from the gods of victory!!!!!!!” the man went in what role playing novel fans might have called a warcry. The others shouted, “Support for the King!” “Who is he?” Violet heard somebody whisper.” He’s the----“ the other person who answered the one who asked the question whispered so lowly that even the most careful hearer will never hear. The woman held a wheel, which was in the middle of the table, which was as round as a sugar bowl’s cover. It was filled with symbols and strange lines, and it shone like a light in the darkness, like a sanctuary in the middle of the treachery of the world, and she held a small knife, and, with graceful gestures, pricked her finger, and put her blood inside a small vase. She placed the vase in the middle of the circle. “No way you will win, S----!!! You have no support from both sides! You are evil, and I am noble! By the justice of two sides ALIKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” he shouted out. “Too late, young man, too late.” The woman replied slyly. The wheel was beginning to spin.........
-Beatrice- “Be quiet, and don’t scream!” the man who had taken her instructed. She could as well do scream, but she was tied down and she was wearing hand cuffs. She nodded, because the man had threatened her with a knife. “My name is Mr. Godfrey, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?! Stop calling me Felix!” She merely nodded. “Now, go over here!” He led her into a large, long hall, and Beatrice almost gasped. There were the bones and remains of Kit Snicket, and lots of other corpses. She was surprized that there were so many corpses around. Mr. Godfrey turned to her and said,” You stay here. Now do what I’ll say or your life will fly!” He pulled out a knife. There was a scream.........
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Post by Dante on Oct 18, 2012 4:43:03 GMT -5
Well, this is a turn for the unexpected. I really didn't see necromantic rituals, Felix from YASoUE, and the corpses of a whole load of dead characters. You clearly have a very specific direction in mind for your story, Tryina, one that's also very unusual, and I'm curious to see where this is all going.
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Post by Tryina Denouement on Oct 18, 2012 6:20:39 GMT -5
@dante: Do you happen to be familliar with the name Godfrey Ablewhite? And have you checked the suggestion I gave you?
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Post by Dante on Oct 18, 2012 7:40:30 GMT -5
I know the source of "Godfrey Ablewhite," but it's not a book I've found the opportunity to read yet (though I will).
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Post by Kit's tits kick ticks on Oct 18, 2012 8:02:53 GMT -5
Sorry, my head feels like something between a stone and a cloud, but nothing with a brain inside, so I'm not able to make an intelligent comment right now, but I'm happy that you wrote a new chapter.
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Post by Tryina Denouement on Oct 18, 2012 10:08:19 GMT -5
"Uncle Gard is a spy, you know." "Where did you get such foolish ideas?" "Well, he should be a spy. He's so handsome and brave, everybody would just fall in love with him. He could get their secrets, and they'll be so in love with him, they wouldn't even care." -Meet Samantha
Unknown release date.
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Post by Dante on Oct 18, 2012 10:39:39 GMT -5
You certainly know how to get the best out of your source material, Tryina.
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Post by Tryina Denouement on Oct 31, 2012 7:45:14 GMT -5
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Post by Dante on Oct 31, 2012 11:02:15 GMT -5
Looks interesting; with any luck it'll get an English translation some day. I'll watch out for the new chapter, too.
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Post by Tryina Denouement on Oct 31, 2012 11:03:31 GMT -5
Looks interesting; with any luck it'll get an English translation some day. I'll watch out for the new chapter, too. Yay thx! You should have read my review!
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Post by Tryina Denouement on Nov 1, 2012 6:24:23 GMT -5
-Chapter Eight-
-Nellie: “What are these bottles?” Nellie mumbled to Santorius. He sighed, and said, “I don’t know.” He shook his head in the dark. The bottles were actually little tubes, such as one might use in a laboratory, to conduct a chemical for arsonists, or to make instant fire-extinguishing potions able to be used in battle combat with a tyrannical king who has locked up himself. It glowed with a green light, shining like fireflies flitting at the fresh island sky, while a girl was singing a lullaby, long gone. They looked at the label inscribed on the box which held the chemicals. The writing was what you can consider scribbly and rough, written in a hurry, as if the writer was going to give the box to her friend very fast, and he was waiting with anxiousness, excited for the opportuninty the chemical will bring. The writing inscribed was ‘======n Confidential Medicine’ Nellie shook her head. “This cannot be used to save Beatrice then.” “We need a stick.” Santorius suggested. Nellie looked around the dark tunnel, hoping to find one, just one material to find out wherever Beatrice is. Suddenly, one side of a wall jolted, and revealed a secret door behind it. It was a big, old, door, and there was a label pasted on the door. “V.F.D Crematorium.” “We shoudn’t be poking here too long, we’re in the Rylands’ underground tunnel, remember?” Santorius reminded her. The Rylands’ had a young man in their family, Eddie Ryland, and he was a pest, bothering Samantha and Nellie. A very long time ago, she had arrived there as a servant, and Eddie always stole her laundry and making her dishwork harder. “We don’t want to risk anything then.” Nellie said firmly. “MMHH! MMHHH!! MMHHH! MMHHHHH!” a muffled voice was heard beyond the door. “Let’s go.” Santorius decided. Nellie opened the door, and there stood a man. “What are you doing, eh? Want to save your beloved friend?” After that question, there was a scream.
-Sunny: The boring, thrilling, yet not too obvious card game that she watched with her sister Violet had ended like houses in a tsunami; broken, with too much damage, and a great struggle. I do not have many documents to prove how much damage the game did, and all information was lost. The two silver-haired players had went, and the guests, at this very moment, began to pick out food that the hostess had provided, and Violet picked up a stack of roti jala and curry for herself. Sunny looked around, and saw Samantha. What Samantha did was what I could describe as eating hungrily and impolitely and not caring for her manners, which was understandable because she had not eaten anything since morning. “Want to share some food with me?” she greeted. “Oh yes, thank you very much.” Sunny replied. “What happened to Nellie? And the Seraphton children?” Sunny asked as she picked up a bun from Samantha’s stack of Pao Quejos. “They insisted on going to save Beatrice, because she was missing. Rozmerga went with Grandmary, and Iridio went to dance with a girl. Now they have not yet returned.” Samantha replied. Just then, a person came infront of them. This person was dreadful, over reacting, the second least delightful girl in the world, and somebody so snobby that even the bravest volunteers avoided her. “Hello, dimwits.” Edith Eddleton greeted with an aura of dread.
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