Archive for the ‘Profusion’ Category
In which (three short updates) we see a little glimpse of Young Suitov's values. Wait, he has what now?
Suitov was currently standing at the top of the steps, in the early morning light, raking the gravel of the driveway. This was accomplished without touching it physically. When one is fifteen and a new mage, one tends to do things the flashy, inefficient way for the sake of it.
One Dog Night continues. (I really need to find a better name. They've been together for, what, a couple of days now, and the story's continuing for at least another couple.)
N.B. There is an overlap of a sentence at the end of some posts. That's just to do with where I break off writing. Will be fixed in a final edit.
"You look ill, Rige," Lottir understated.
"Really? Where does it show?" asked Lord Suitov of Applestone, who was sweating bucketfuls, trembling slightly, breathing so hard he was almost panting, and apparently undecided about whether or not to throw up.
Just about universally requested by my readers, when I asked what I should post more of, were fiction excerpts. That made me happy, so here you are.
In this one we get to see both more of Suitov as a young man, and more of the drawbacks of those atavistic Nordic genes of his.
It's not particularly hot here at present, but I've had the image of… well, what he does at the end… in my mind for a long time.
An important step in making sure you have a rounded character instead of a Mary Sue, or so I've read, is making sure your little puppet is not omniscient, isn't correct about everything and is sometimes pretty failtastic at telling important information from unimportant.
Recently, in the interest of characterisation and hopefully the occasional plot idea, I've been mentally listing ways in which my characters are wrong about other characters. I don't mean factual things here, but rather those impressions that you form of people for whatever trivial reason and, thanks to confirmation bias, are hard to dislodge.
Some of them are secret for the sake of spoilers (although, for the record, even Suitov thinks Weft is gay), but here are some examples.
Suitov is wrong about:
Malfina: "It's a pity her gameplan for her life could never involve me. I gave up asking her the question; I imagine she was bored of hearing it."
Jaina: "She is emotionally fragile and I have to protect her. She couldn't cope with knowing about everything in which I'm involved; I'm not sure I could rely on her understanding."
Basaltine: "He will come to regret giving up his lifespan to match mine."
Sebastian: "The man is a ridiculous fraud playing a game of his own devising and not caring a whit for those around him. Sounds like a lot of fun, actually."
Himself: "I am not 'evil'. I am not cold-hearted. I feel as deeply as others do. That nickname 'Iceheart' is just a silly reputation on which I capitalise. I do have principles, some of which I will not break for any reason."
(Suitov has quite a balanced personality overall, and is intelligent and well-informed, but that doesn't protect him from sometimes being plain wrong, sucka.)
Weft is wrong about:
Sebastian: "He can do anything! Everything he says is true. In fact, I'm not worthy to hang around with the servant of a goddess. I wouldn't be surprised if he despises me."
Nico: "She has an irrational grudge against my organisation. Either that or our enemies have been telling her lies. She thinks I'm weak and she probably despises me."
Jaina: "She luuuuuurves Suitov so much that she won't listen to anything against him. They could never be happy together. I try to warn her off and she despises me."
Himself: "I'm worthless. Anything I try to do on my own initiative will end disastrously. Everyone I ever love will die horribly and it's my fault. I ruin everything I touch and I deserve to be despised."
(Classic example of an attitude problem saying more about the perpetrator's attitude to himself.)
Basaltine is wrong about:
Sylvie: "She could be my girlfriend. It could so work! We'd be awesome!"
Ferrl: "And she could be my girlfriend too. I'm her type!"
Helmine: "She so wants me!"
(Basaltine has a definite advantage in nosing out lies and motives, but hey, even a doggy character needs silly self-deception. A good-natured and hopelessly optimistic doggy personality provides that in spades.)
Three new shortish updates since last post. I'm going for little and often so I don't lose the momentum.
In this update:
- The perennial disorganisation of genius!
- Find out what Mistake considers important enough to swear on!
- And, lots of lovely murder!
"And don't try telling me she's suddenly discovered her maternal side, 'cause she hasn't got one."
A little background material for Profusion. >:)
(SPOT THE SUITOV!)
A happy little tale about monks and collapsed buildings. Contains injury.
Gentle feedback welcomed as ever.
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"badass kitty" –Anke
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Thanks guys, I really appreciate it.
Frerene was the only woman in the world.
I'd written half a post, sat on it for getting on for a week, and finally decided I should post it rather than waiting for the rest to occur. I still don't know where I'm going to finish this.
"Do you know any… tricks? Besides sitting up and offering a paw?"
"Yeah, loads," said Mistake. "Well, some. Well, one. Well… look, I'm a really fast learner when I want to be, right?"
The hellhound adoption saga continues with Suitov helpfully pointing out all the apparent plot holes so far.
When I considered how to approach this story, which is an alternative telling of Basaltine's version of events, I considered writing until the point at which Basaltine's tale ends and then stopping. But that really would be pointless, because, other than some divergences in detail and a heavy difference in style, they're telling the same story.
Besides, it's in Suitov's character to question everything, even when it's potentially to his own detriment, and I rather wanted to work one particular detail in (namely the dog's name. Sometimes I think if I don't use some of the random facts and backstory in my mind, I'll drive myself nuts with frustration). So on we go, and hope that I can work out where I'm going to end it before the end…
Probably ought to have named the housekeeper, because it's far more in Suitov's character to think of people by name than as 'Servant Q', but I haven't thought of a name for her yet. So it's actually me giving her short shrift, not him…
edit, 13:13 24/03: Leaning towards Bryony Navesink or Neversink. I first thought of Catriona, but that's both Gaelic and the name of a schooldays friend of mine.
I like riddles. The final one written for that roleplay thread.
My first begins a Song,
my next's the end of time;
my third's in neck and scratch,
my fourth in sword and prime:
a comb upon its side;
a headless scarecrow-frame;
now put my parts together
and you shall learn my name.
(Be wary of the comments in case the answer's given there, of course.)
'Tivo may appreciate this…
This makes no sense out of context, but hey, puns. Again, a rhyming 'clue' written for a roleplay board: this one refers to some things that have been lurking in the background all the while.
Riddle 2008:3, 9 Nov
The beast is dead; long live the beast!
Your quest moves on a-canter
But hark, what things are stalling here
Attending to your banter?
We blow no horn; we sound no bell;
We're neatly groomed and stable,
All creme except one à Palouse -
Now find him, if you're able.
The servants in this scene are all wearing horse masks. One of them, as one of the characters noticed much earlier, has a black spot painted on him.
Hmmm. If I make it to half my 52-poem target for the year I'll be quite satisfied.
I just realised I never posted these after all. You should've reminded me, guys!
For those who haven't been watching long, I received these pictures after winning the art exchange on the "Jack" webcomic's fan forum with my picture of SwarmCrow. I worked hard on the picture and was delighted to win. Since all the members are furry artists, for my turn I asked for Weft drawn as a Tonkinese.
(The BUT ONE is a Third Picture™ by Salkafar, and thus NSFW. Salkafar is the resident furvert on the art exchange and likes to draw all the entrants in bondage gear.)
Special mention to Skurvy. Damn, dude. My soulful little self-loathing killer never looked so huggable.