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Post by idiotj on Dec 19, 2005 16:35:40 GMT -5
Plot After the death of their brother, Dupin and Luis try to resurrect their brother, Derik, only to destroy their own house and remaining family as a result. Stuff happens, and the Homunculi appear. More plot later. Right now my brain is dead from casting this thing that probably won't even ever be started.
Greed...Tragedy (created by the ruler, Kobolos) Wrath...J (created by a group of alchemists as a scientific experiment) Gluttony...Robert (created by his brother) Sloth...PJ (created by Akbar) Pride...Dante (created by Antenora) Lust...Amber (created by Ennui) Envy...Char (created by Pandora) Other...Derik (created by Luis and Dupin)
It was damn hard choosing the sins, because I knew I should have been Gluttony but I didn't want to be, and Derik said he should be Gluttony, and I didn't know where else to put him. Derik would work as an eighth sin but I didn't have a Gluttony and then I thought "Robert, why not." PJ had to be Sloth, even if it doesn't fit as well as some others, PJ is known for Sloth. And Amber kicked Antenora out of the Lust spot. But I was wondering if I should put Pandora as Lust.
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Post by idiotj on Dec 19, 2005 17:21:18 GMT -5
The night was dark and gloomy and, of course, it was raining. Two tall figures were approaching a small shack. One appeared to be carrying a groaning, writhing something under a cloth. "Watch out for that," the other figure warned. "The bloody neighborhood kids were trying to get in here again earlier." "Ah," the first figure replied. "Who took care of that one?" "Gluttony." "Iw. Grisly." The second figure opened the door and the first one set the package down on a table in the center of the room once they were inside. The room was completely dark, but there were the outlines of five figures who appeared to be lounging around, rather bored and gloomy. "We have another one." The first figure said. "Another, Sloth?" One of the lounging figures said. "That makes Eight." Huffed a female voice. "How could we have eight?" "Well..." Answered another female voice. "Looks like our renkinjutsushi have excessive hubris and a lack of good fate." "If you're speaking in English, call them Alchemists!" The previous female voice said. "And that's not what I meant. I meant we have seven sins and seven names for the seven sins." "Eh, shove it, Envy. We have bigger problems than Wrath's annoying pseudo-vocabulary. Like what we're going to eat tonight." Another male voice said. The first figure responded jokingly "We can solve Wrath's annoying pseudo-vocabulary and what we're going to eat tonight with one stone." Wrath let out an indignant grunt. "Have you already forgotten about that--that thing? Our new member." A third female voice muttered. "Oh, we can eat that, too, I guess." The first figure said. "That'll solve the problem of our lack of names." "We should name it after a Virture." Wrath muttered airily, folding her arms behind her head and sinking lower into her seat. The others either ignored her or didn't hear, though she hadn't expected them to respond either way. "First, we have to contact Greed." The third female voice said. "Can't we do this without him?" Envy whined. "I daresay," said the second voice, speaking for the first time since entering the house. "I have enough training to handle the matter." "I changed my mind." Envy said quickly. "Let's call Greed."
It had been dark and rainy when Derik had died, too. At first, it was bright and clear. Luis, age 12, Derik, almost 12, and George, age 10 were practicing alchemy outside. Luis and George were both prodigies at the Art. Derik was less than a prodigy; he had barely risen above novice in his seven years of studying. While Luis and George were drawing out large, complicated transmutation circles to grow gardens and shrubery, Derik sat alone by the riverside and made small, slightly misshapen horses (but not as misshapen as they were a few weeks ago) out of mud. Then it started to rain as Derik stared gloomily at his horse. The rain hit it, causing it to sink, then break completely. George made a transmutation circle to deflect the rain away from him so he could walk back to the house. "Come on, Derik!" Luis called, he and Dupin were already heading back. Derik sighed and continued to sit, trying to get enough energy and brainpower to get up and move. At last, he got up and ran a few steps before slowing down. His brothers wouldn't be that far ahead, his house wasn't that far away, but the weather was getting worse. He could barely move and he had to protect his glasses, which were wet and threatening to fall off. Unable to see and barely able to move, he drifted off course. At that point, Luis and George were probably close to home, if they weren't there already, and Derik had no idea where he was--just that it was further away than he would wish. Lightening struck and Derik faltered and slipped, falling down a slope. By the time he landed, he felt numb and paralyzed, lay on his back and did nothing. Perhaps he was hallucinating, but he thought he saw a tree falling on top of him. This was odd. Even during such a dangerous storm, the trees were never uprooted. And a tree never even threatened to fall on top of him, let alone crush and kill him.
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Post by PJ on Dec 19, 2005 18:12:46 GMT -5
Cool. Sloth pwns. But yeah, this looks awesome. Bookmarkio'd.
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Post by idiotj on Dec 19, 2005 19:16:11 GMT -5
"I wonder why alchemists rarely transmute other alchemists." Wrath thought aloud. "Maybe Alchemists are too self-loathing to fall in love with another Alchemist." She drew a rectangle inside a circle, clapped her hands together and touched the array, but nothing happened. Nothing ever did. "Greed's here." Lust announced solemnly. "GREED'S HERE!" A seventh voice repeated loudly, barging into the house and turning on the lights almost at the same time. "Greed's here." The others intoned quietly, shielding their eyes. The Homunculi never liked visits from Greed. He looked, smelled and sounded of people, not to mention behaved like a happy, biosterous fool and dressed flamboyantly. He joked around, but not in the dry, dark manner of the other Homunculus and beamed even when there was nothing to smile about. Pride once remarked that the loud, annoying office idiot had no right being a part, let alone the head, of the Homunculi. "How are you, my children?" Greed asked, putting an arm around an uncomfortable-looking Gluttony and a disgusted Pride. Greed liked acting as a foil and annoying the other Homunculi, especially Pride. "I hear you're getting a new little brother or little sister. Let's have a look." With a grand gesture, he precariously removed the cloth, revealing the writhing creature. "Eww!" Envy, Sloth and Wrath exclaimed. "Don't say Ew," Greed said, in the mocking manner of a wise father to young children. "You once looked like that, too." "Eww!" Envy and Wrath repeated. Greed went into the pockets of his vest and pulled out some shards, dropping them on the thing's face. The thing, snarling, ate them greedily. "Ah. Now we let nature take its course." Greed said, clapping his hands together, pleased, and then dropping the cloth over the squirming creature. He turned to to the other Homunculus. "So, what's his story?" "Those kids from Rizenbool, probably." Lust said. "Tried to resurrect their brother. He was killed by a falling tree during the storm or something, and the attempt to bring him back destroyed their families, their neighbor and their house. That's all I know." The other Homunculi knew nothing more and didn't add anything. "Are the brothers still alive?" "I believe so, but their parents, and I think their 6-year old brother and 10-month old sister were killed." Greed laughed and clapped his hands together again. "Great! Just brilliant! I have a feeling we'll be seeing more of those alchemists...yes, I'll make sure of it...Pathetic creatures. You've all done nicely. I'll be seeing the eighth sin in two days. By then, he should be complete. Oh, this is brilliant...this is great..." Greed walked off muttering.
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Post by BSam on Dec 19, 2005 19:20:52 GMT -5
yay, i like stories i'm in
oh wait...
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Post by idiotj on Dec 19, 2005 19:23:42 GMT -5
yay, i like stories i'm in oh wait... you'll be in it. you always are. somehow.
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Post by BSam on Dec 19, 2005 19:24:46 GMT -5
you say that now
*sniff*
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Post by PJ on Dec 20, 2005 0:55:35 GMT -5
Coolio. Ressurection is fun.
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Post by idiotj on Dec 20, 2005 16:30:11 GMT -5
"I don't think you should be doing this." Linda said. "We have to." Dupin said. She never would have expected this from them. "You could lose everything." She begged, on the verge of tears. Oh, yes, they'd all been very fond of Derik, but losing Derik was not enough to send them into despair and insanity. "This is insane. You're good but you're not that good. Derik was--not worth it." She couldn't put it any nicer. This didn't even strike a cord with them, which gave her the feeling they weren't even doing this to resurrect Derik, which scared her even more. "No one has been able to do this before! Not even skilled adults! It's a forbidden practice! You can lose your limbs! Your organs! You could die!" George started speaking, which surprised Linda. Up until now, despite all her desperate pleas, they hadn't responded. Still intent on his circle, George muttered, "What if dreams of flight halted at the story of Icarus? How far would we be if all explorers feared falling off the earth? We have planes. We have knowledge of the land that makes up Earth, and other planets. One day, mankind might be able to bring back the dead." "Since when--since when is this like you?" Linda whispered, and she left. They were beyond hope, and she didn't want any further part in their business. The deeper she went, the harder it would be when they found George and Luis dismembered, dead, insane...Keeping her distance. That was the only thing she could do. Try not to look out her window for the light of a human transmutation. Don't listen for the accompanying sounds of destruction. Avoid thinking about their situation; resist attempting to talk some sense into them. In the morning, she would hear the results, and hopefully everything will have died down (so to speak.) She'd be sufficiently sad, but not devasted, not wrecked physically or emotionally, if she just kept herself away.
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Post by PJ on Dec 20, 2005 19:46:33 GMT -5
Nice.
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Post by rebellion on Dec 22, 2005 21:47:31 GMT -5
Yay J! Wonderful plot so far and WONDERFUL show to base it off of! *heartsnogg*
Ahhh, now just get to the bit that I'm in plzthx XD
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Post by idiotj on Dec 24, 2005 13:01:13 GMT -5
I had the next bit typed up, but I accidentally closed out the window. Since I'm not a "get back on the horse" type of person, and since no one is reading this, 667 Alchemist is delayed indefinitely (re: forever).
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Post by PJ on Dec 24, 2005 19:12:32 GMT -5
I had the next bit typed up, but I accidentally closed out the window. Since I'm not a "get back on the horse" type of person, and since no one is reading this, 667 Alchemist is delayed indefinitely (re: forever). NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
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Post by champ103 on Dec 25, 2005 4:18:39 GMT -5
I think what you did rocked, and I liked that I was in it, but you kept changing me from George to Dupin.
CONTINUE NOW
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Post by Linda Rhaldeen on Dec 26, 2005 16:11:36 GMT -5
I had the next bit typed up, but I accidentally closed out the window. Since I'm not a "get back on the horse" type of person, and since no one is reading this, 667 Alchemist is delayed indefinitely (re: forever). That's not true, I read it. I second PJ's long and dramatic "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO", though it isn't as dramatic the second time.
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