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lucathiaIs anyone interested in writing a Legend of Sun Knight round robin story with me? :3 I would very much like to work on a collaborative story. XD;
The basic idea behind it is that several authors will take turns writing the story and passing it along. There will be a central idea, but after that, anything goes! You just have to write a certain word count, and then you pass it on to the next person. The story doesn't have to make sense by the end. (In fact, I'm hoping it will be utter crack, though maybe it could turn out serious) The aim is just to have fun. :)
I used to looove writing 3 word stories where you had to pass on the story after three words and the next person had to continue it with 3 words. The results were always hilarious because you never knew how the next person would continue it. (Though, I'm proposing more than 3 words here, hahaha. Maybe something like 200~500 words. Not too long that it would take a long time to write, but not too short that nothing substantive has happened.)
If we can get maybe at least three authors on board (more can feel free to join in at anytime!), we can get something going. :D /wishful thinking
ETA: I'm going to try starting a Round Robin fic here in this post! :3;;
1. I will make a comment with the beginning of a fic, with a title in the subject line. Reply to this comment with a continuation of the story.
2. Each continuation only needs to be around 100~500 words, but we won't be keeping track or anything. XD; Shorter or longer = both are okay.
3. You only have to wait for one other author to comment before you in order to take another turn.
4. You can feel free to start your own Round Robin stories too! (Just make a new comment and label the subject line with the title for the new fic and we can start threading with you! \o\)
5. If you are an anonymous commenter, feel free to sign your part with your name, or you could keep it anonymous if you want. XD;
6. Feel free to join in at any time!
7. Feel free to comment/respond to the stories!
Story 1: The Legendary Fours- x | x | x
Story 2: A Mission x
Story 3: Undercover x
Story 4: A Day in the Life of x
The basic idea behind it is that several authors will take turns writing the story and passing it along. There will be a central idea, but after that, anything goes! You just have to write a certain word count, and then you pass it on to the next person. The story doesn't have to make sense by the end. (In fact, I'm hoping it will be utter crack, though maybe it could turn out serious) The aim is just to have fun. :)
I used to looove writing 3 word stories where you had to pass on the story after three words and the next person had to continue it with 3 words. The results were always hilarious because you never knew how the next person would continue it. (Though, I'm proposing more than 3 words here, hahaha. Maybe something like 200~500 words. Not too long that it would take a long time to write, but not too short that nothing substantive has happened.)
If we can get maybe at least three authors on board (more can feel free to join in at anytime!), we can get something going. :D /wishful thinking
ETA: I'm going to try starting a Round Robin fic here in this post! :3;;
1. I will make a comment with the beginning of a fic, with a title in the subject line. Reply to this comment with a continuation of the story.
2. Each continuation only needs to be around 100~500 words, but we won't be keeping track or anything. XD; Shorter or longer = both are okay.
3. You only have to wait for one other author to comment before you in order to take another turn.
4. You can feel free to start your own Round Robin stories too! (Just make a new comment and label the subject line with the title for the new fic and we can start threading with you! \o\)
5. If you are an anonymous commenter, feel free to sign your part with your name, or you could keep it anonymous if you want. XD;
6. Feel free to join in at any time!
7. Feel free to comment/respond to the stories!
Story 1: The Legendary Fours- x | x | x
Story 2: A Mission x
Story 3: Undercover x
Story 4: A Day in the Life of x
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Re pt2: Story 2: A Mission
Date: 2014-04-10 10:11 pm (UTC)“Come out Sun, I know you have fully dressed since ages ago!” said the Pope a bit impatient. It wasn’t such a hard mission.
“…”
“Sun, drag yourself out of that closet or I’ll do it for you and take your salary as compensation for the effort!” threatened the annoyed pope. It was enough knowing Ceo wasn’t going to be home - meaning no paperwork done - for him to get a headache, he didn’t need Sun’s tantrums to worsen it.
Grisia finally and unwillingly got out of the closet while saying, “I’ll freeze to death in this!”
Everyone looked at him in all seriousness…
“Pft!” for at least five seconds.
He wore a pair of dark blue pants with a black hip scarf over them, everything kept in place by a tribal belt, made of black and golden coins beaded. A wide black and gold tribal-looking collar hanged around his neck. His right arm was decorated by a matching black, with golden details, arm-bracelet. His hair was up and completely covered by a black bandana.
"I don't think freezing to death should be your main concern...pfft!" laughed the Pope
“Hahahaha, Sun you look so good I can’t decide between a magically beautiful transvestite genie or a very ‘fashionable’ mysterious pirate hahahaha” said Georgo. ‘I knew you were most suited to be metal, damn Earth!’
“Hahaha…gasp!... don’t worry yours comes with black slippers and cape, to add mystery!” added Ceo while laughing.
“And he… and he… just came out of the closet!” said Vival. A sudden realization flashing through everyone’s eyes.
Everyone laughed so hard, tears came out and laughter not.
Meanwhile Sun was slowly gathering water element in the room, without anyone noticing and with a scary smile on.
"Ha. Ha. So funny."
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this is pt2 of my reply... sorry for it being so long :S inspiration hit me!
wonder what the mission will end being about xD
Re: Re pt2: Story 2: A Mission
Date: 2014-04-11 01:10 am (UTC)Re: Re: Re pt2: Story 2: A Mission (*^*)/
Date: 2014-04-11 01:28 am (UTC)I hope everyone gets Sun's outfit is that of a bellydancer.... not just any dancer! "\"(>w<)"/"
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Date: 2014-04-11 01:33 am (UTC)BTW, your signature is so cute. XD; I guess I'll have to call you (*^*)/.... XDDDD
Re: Re pt2: Story 2: A Mission (*^*)/
Date: 2014-04-12 12:36 am (UTC)Thanks for the praises!!! :'D I actually enjoyed writing :3
I actually find my signature like 'full of resolution' xD, You can call me anon (*^*)/ or minibu (my usual alias on internet) or whatever comes to mind :), though I think I'll keep using the signature in future comments since I liked it very much (^^)
fun fact: english isn't actually my native language, so I'm sorry if there are errors in the text (if you or anyone finds them, feel free to point them out, since that actually helps me improve).
Re: Re pt2: Story 2: A Mission (*^*)/
Date: 2014-04-12 03:49 am (UTC)Anon (*^*)/, hehe, that's so cute~
If you don't mind me asking, what is your native language? :3 Your English is awesome! My first language is Chinese, but I actually can't write it very well.... :'D;;; (I've thought of translating my own fics into Chinese, but even attempting to translate one chapter took me waaaaay too long, and I can't tell very well if the result sounds right or not)
Re: Re pt2: Story 2: A Mission (*^*)/
Date: 2014-05-07 01:59 am (UTC)My native language is Spanish and it is not a secret xD.
Other languages are: English and sometimes spanglish (not intended!)
But, I can boast having a profficiency in both....jk! \(>w<)/
I can translate but I'm not an expert. I can't do that translate while-you-hear-it or while-you-read-it thing. Though I believe that's expert mode.
Most of my english was games and novels taught (*^*)/. I'm proud of it in a sense since at first I understood nothing and as years passed I then knew what was going on xD (mainly in the final fantasy and zelda games...so tough!)
Then my mom discovered I knew some english (in appearance self-taught), so she paid for lessons, and then began my struggles with novels. XD
Reply 1(?) Story 2: A Mission
Date: 2014-04-11 02:26 pm (UTC)They turned suspiciously dark dangerously quickly...
"Uhm..."
When Vival made a sound the others turned their heads to look at him and calmed their laughter slightly to ask what was the matter. They got their answer in the form of a low grumbling from the clouds; the kind produced by lightning darting within the clouds and not yet hitting earth itself.
They stopped dead.
"...You can't be serious."
Ceo choked out before lightning magic zapped down from the ceiling, guided by the indoor rain that accompanied it and drenched everyone but its master to the bone.
"Hmph! I'll just take the chance to dazzle wome- dazzle everyone with this elegance Teacher 'lovingly' taught me!" Grisia stubbornly declared over everyone's cries of agony and whipped around to throw open the door of the study and proudly stalk out.
Only to return not seconds later, forcefully close the door again and press his back against it as if in an attempt to keep an enraged Blaze from entering. His face looked pained and more than slightly panicked at a sudden realization.
"...I can't leave like this!" He gasped. "I can't... I can't walk through the entire temple looking like... a transvestite genie pirate!"
Sadly none of those attenting showed all too much compassion for his dire situation.
Vival instead adapted his signature Moon Knight look to observe him, Ceo was too busy rubbing his aching head (metal armors and electricity never mixed well) to even look at him and the Pope dramatically wrung out his robes while glaring at him. Georgo actually ignort the perm he was now sporting due to the static and folded his arms across his chest with a malicious smile appearing on his face.
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whoop whoop I'll continue later I gotta gooooo //totally never forgets IRL schedule over fandoms no
Reply 2 Story 2: A Mission
Date: 2014-04-11 10:58 pm (UTC)"Ouch! Stop zapping me, you bastard!"
After letting his very best friend in the whole wide world Knight-Captain Earth feel the leftover lightning magic hovering in the dissipating rain clouds Grisia rushed over to the table and grabbed the black velvet cape to complete his outfit. Or rather, to wrap himself up like a blanket caterpillar until not even his eyes showed in fear the famous deep blue might give his identity away.
Then he slumped down were he stood and refused to move another muscle.
"Now, could you brats finally get going? I haven't got all day" The Pope eventually declared once the group (except Grisia) and most importantly his office were back to a somewhat presentable shape.
"I'm not going!" Complained the black worm on the floor. "Make someone else go... Take Lesus or something!"
A few seconds passed in dead silence as everyone imagined their fearsome Judgement Knight in the garments of a dancer.
"......Or maybe.. ask Strawberry instead..." Mumbled Grisia and shivered.
"Enough! Out! All of you!" The Pope roared before rubbing his temples.
"How could we go if our 'Leader' refuses to?" Vival retorted.
It was not like he did not want to leave; in fact, he was actually looking forward to the trip ever since he managed to make an arrangement to see his girlfriend while they were out.
"Can't we just leave him..." Ceo grunted.
Pushing this obnoxious Sun Knight out into public in this getup and watching him strive to keep his identity hidden seemed like such a good revenge for all those so-called favors he kept doing him. But somehow this man seemed able to cause him a headache just fine even without his convoluted speach or towers of paperwork.
"We'll just have to carry the princess then."
"Hey, what are you- Ouf!"
Georgo had went through a similar inner conflict to Ceo's (Leaving him and take the chance to be with the ladies in peace, or taking him and forcing him into humiliation?) but apparently his spiteful glee at Grisia's role had won the battle. Possibly with the help of his confidence in his abilities to get it on with girls even with a certain disruptive element around.
Either way he had walked up to the table, picked up Grisia, and... dropped him off into Ceo's arms (who almost dropped him in surprise).
"Carrying heavy luggage is the fighter's job" He declared definitely and turned to leave with Vival shuffling closely behind before Ceo could even think of handing his "luggage" over to him.
Re: Reply 2 Story 2: A Mission
Date: 2014-04-12 03:51 am (UTC)Re: Reply 2 Story 2: A Mission
Date: 2014-04-13 05:50 am (UTC)Ceo glared at the black caterpillar in his arms and grudgingly shuffled out of the door. He was grateful that he was completely covered by an archaic armour. He was at least able to somewhat maintain his dignity whilst carrying an overgrown worm... an annoyingly content black worm.
He did his best to ignore the pointing and whispering that followed them both. He was able to do quite a good job considering the ridiculous picture that he and his leader formed. He actually thought that he'd be able to discreetly slip away to their "travelling troupe" carriage, until he saw his storm knight platoon marching in their direction.
"What's up with that weird guy?" one of his platoon members mumbled.
"Not sure... that really is a very strange armour though. Its so weird and rusted, an absolute embarrassment to anyone who calls themselves a knight. That guy over there should take our captain as an example! He'd never be caught dead wearing something as disgraceful as that!" someone else interjected.
Storm felt his "package" trembling slightly from ill contained laughter.
"Wait a second... Is that a person he's carrying?" someone asked.
Storm flinched, it was about time to leave.
"Hey you. Come over here!" His vice captained shouted.
Storm considered his options, he could either toss Grisia onto his platoon and run like hell or he could throw this annoying worm over his shoulders and run as if his teacher's threat actually came to fruition and a pack of women were trying to gang rape him.
He couldn't deny that the first option was pretty attractive...
Nonetheless, he didn't want to have to cover up for the Sun Knight's secret hobby of dressing up like a flamboyant pirate. So with a huff, he lugged his leader onto his shoulders and ran like there was no tomorrow.
"Hey, are you running away?! Come back here!"
Ceo figured he'd have a better chance at escaping his... own platoon... by taking a detour through the Judgement's Complex. He sharply turned left and entered the dreaded area of the Church. All seemed to be going fine, even though he managed to startle quite a few judgement knights, until Grisia decided to begin squirming around.
"Deatheo?! What is going on? You're going so fast that I feel like I'm going to fall! If I fall on my face, I'll make sure that you'll have an extra bundle of paperwork to correct this month!"
.Trying to maintain a strong grip on his now jittery luggage, he almost crashed into a dark pillar... a very angry dark pillar.
The Judgement Knight merely glared at the rusty old knight who swerved around him and nearly let the screaming bundle in his arms crash onto the floor. His frown intensified as the pair was soon followed by a very angry, very loud mob of storm knights.
Recognizing the armour, Judgement sighed in annoyance.
"They only had to discreetly leave the church... not cause a stampede." He thought angrily.
Storm shivered as he felt a slightly murderous aura behind him.
Readjusting Grisia onto his shoulders, he lunged through an opening and finally saw his two very annoyed companions waiting besides a very colourful carriage.
Slightly out of breath he threw Grisia into the carriage, and while ignoring the latter's outraged cries, panted "Let's get... out... of here!".
Vival looked confused with the other's disarrayed state but after seeing several knights running behind him, some even pulling out their swords, he rapidly took the horses' reigns from an amused Earth and quickly ordered the carriage forwards...
Re: Reply to Story 2: A Mission
Date: 2014-04-18 11:36 pm (UTC)Grisia picked up a wig and sputtered, "You couldn't have made me a clown instead?! I wouldn't have even needed to buy any make up with my facial mask supplies! And do you know how quickly I'll tan without a shirt?"
Ceo cautiously offered, "You see... It wouldn't be much of a performance or a cover if we only had a bard playing. Earth had to have someone dancing to his accompaniment."
Vival was suddenly glad that the bard costume had already been taken when he came in to choose his outfit.
In contrast to Moon's relieved expression, Georgo looked furious at the thought of spending entire days with a half-naked man dancing in front of him. Damn that Sun. Not only will seducing anyone be ten times harder, but he'll be stealing all the limelight as I play for him in the background!
Giving a trademarked Sun-style smile with more tooth than usual, Grisia said, “Sun hopes the God of Light's radiance shall illuminate Sun's understanding of the far-seeing plans of His most benevolent and wise Pope, though Sun fears the rays of enlightenment will not be enough to penetrate the clouds of confusion without the gracious assistance of Sun's brothers. What Sun is most unable to comprehend is the method of the execution of the God of Light's divine will. Does He merely wish for his holy knight children to spread healing laughter through the blessed land of His children's brothers and sisters?”
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^.^" Probably the toughest part about even attempting a fanfic is that I'm not good at characterizing people, so they always sound OOC. I tried to keep it short to reduce some of that. And just to make it hopefully clearer, Sun wants to know what kind of insane plan by the Pope requires him to wear a belly dancing uniform.
Rept1: Reply to Story 2: A Mission (*^*)/
Date: 2014-04-22 05:04 pm (UTC)"Sigh...No we, in fact..." said Ceo sighing in exhaustion, and making more pauses to take breath. When he noticed everyone was looking at him he corrected his way of speaking. "Sun wants to know what we are going to do," he explained to the others.
Then he turned towards Sun. "We are going to infiltrate into the Kingdom of MoonOrchid as the Spotlight troupe, to investigate the supposedly rising of a new church. We have 'permission' from the MoonOrchid Kingdom but we have to take care of the Church of the God of War since rumors said the new God is close to the God of War."
Grisia nodded to the explanation in understanding. Then he asked, "Being the Spotlight in the night is quite satisfactory but I worry it will blind everyone in the morning, perhaps even the his grace the pope was blinded by its splendor"
"Yep, it was the pope's idea to also promote the God of light... I know it is somewhat misleading but at least it was better than the Closet Lights, the Ding dongs, the Fabulous Lightning or the Backlight Dudes..."
"Then the pope must rejoice for when Sun comes back, Sun will give him his most sincere and caring gratitude for such a 'magnificent' names. Anyways, back to topic, may Sun inquire which deity fell down to earth to grace with its embrace the lands with its unending love and care?"
"That, is what we are going to investigate"
"Oh, then it is a truly loving God, for it to spread its arms in a celebration for everyone to enjoy its graces. Such a magnificent splendorous day it is indeed!"
"No, we somewhat know the location or at least the area where they are located..."
"So many brothers and sisters in festivity! Festivals are indeed a blessing for everyone in the lands. Hopefully this will help spread the love of the Gods, hopefully also the God of light which is always embracing its childrens in its warm graces. They are indeed in need of a satisfying celebration for the coming of this new deity. Rejoice your hearts brothers and sisters, since for each beating of your passion your God gets revitalized."
Ceo was so exhausted that for a moment he just stared at Grisia in a daze. Thankfully he was still able to answer, "They are not that many, they are about a hundred or so. Now I'm going to sleep. If you need more answers ask the others."
"..."
He wanted to ask more about the case but Ceo seemed too exhausted to answer and he was too lazy to ask in Sun-style. He actually could speak any way he wanted since as of now he was a random - but handsome - belly dancer, however he kept that way of speaking when in private with his companions to make them suffer as much as he was suffering wearing that outrageous costume... How dare they!
As soon as Storm turned to sleep, everyone kept in silence. Georgo even pretended to be asleep, so as to not be one of Sun's-speech victims. Vival didn't have any such plan, but he was so engrossed in making more realistic his new identity that he was not even paying attention. In fact, he was even practicing reciting false enchantments, perhaps he should ask Sun for advice since inside rummors say - though none will ever admit to really know -, he can do magic and is even proficient at it.
And so their journey was a boring and uncomfortable one in a carriage. With many bumps and stops. They ate and slept in the way. Had to change horses in two occasions and in other three occasions unfortunate thieves appeared. They were the unluckiest since two groups decided from the start that Grisia was the weakest of the group... and the last thought it would be a good idea to attack the knight while it was sleeping...
Rept2: Reply to Story 2: A Mission (*^*)/
Date: 2014-04-22 05:08 pm (UTC)And so, rumors spread and people started talking.
"Have you heard of the Spotlight troupe?" said a random man
"The one with the strongest magician/clairvoyant in the world?" answered another anonymous
"Yeah that group! Recently I heard their knight is so strong it even protects itself while sleeping!"
"Really? I heard the bard was the one actually behind all the magic, they said his music is otherworldly as well as his looks!" said a random woman with dreamy eyes.
"They also have a dancer have they not? Perhaps it was also his doing?" asked random woman's friend
"What can a belly dancer do?!" said everyone in unison
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Sun was getting goosebumps. 'Perhaps I'm getting a cold?' he thought 'I hate adventuring!'
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sorry for reposting :(.... it was just so tempting! XD and I wanted the story to continue
Re: Rept2: Reply to Story 2: A Mission (*^*)/
Date: 2014-04-23 04:21 am (UTC)Hahaha, omg, this is a priceless mission, and the ruuuuumors!!
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Date: 2014-04-23 09:25 pm (UTC)Re (*^*)/ : Rept2: Reply to Story 2: A Mission (*^*)/
Date: 2014-04-25 12:49 am (UTC)Re: Re (*^*)/ : Rept2: Reply to Story 2: A Mission (*^*)/
Date: 2014-05-09 01:11 am (UTC)As far as history knows, gods don't really have an "good" (just imagine the teritorial war!) relationship with each other so having any god vessels at the "descent" would be outright disastrous! Confronting a representative of the god is one thing, but confronting a god himself is just plain suicidal! Hence Sun find himself dragged in this undercover mission. Hence, he is wearing a ridculous belly danceer's outfit (don't ask!), and hence no one should know that a dignified, respectable Holy Knight (the head of it, on top of it all) is on shady journey that can even rise a dispute that can cause another holy war! And he is not alone. Sun looked ahead with Ceo winking (don't blame me, it's a habit!) at every eligible women they passed by, Georgo sereneding every women Ceo winked at, and Vival who is mumbling something under his breathe.
It's over, they're dead! I can't even put my facial mask on! There's a lot of mosquitoes feasting on my super exposed milky skin and I'm having rashes at these cheap customes! (Give it to Pope to be stingy!)
"What are you doing here!?" Someone shouted at the back of their little caravan.
Sun stiffened recognizing the voice in an instant that he didn't dare to look at the owner of the voice. With his other companions being petrified on sight, Sun peeked, and there standing arrogantly at the middle of the plaza, at the middle of the day, was the Son of God of War wearing a clown outfit!
Pointed hat with bells attached, heavily-done make-up, clorful barage of red, blue and green completed with an elven shoes.
Now Sun was thankful he wasn't dressed as a clown.
"And why are you---pft!" the Son of God of War dropped laughing at Grisia "You look pathetic!!!"
Actually, you looked more ridiculous, Grisia thought deadpanned.
"Eh? What's the commotion going on here!?" Another familiar voice, and just as Grisia thought, Awaitsun came sweeping in with his horse, wearing a royal guard outfit ready to apprehend the cause of this trouble.
WHY ARE YOU THE ONLY ONE DECENT HERE!? cough, I mean why is Awaitsun here!?
A well-hidden surprise came over Awaitsun's expression before it went blank as he recognize everyone in the side of the road (disguise remember!? what's the point of disguise if everyone can pinpoint who is who!!!!) As if, reading Suns's thought, Awaitsun dismounted and said through telepathy 'If you are going to infiltrate a place, do it where you can really infiltrate it!' Sun can't believe you can even hear this loud of a laughter through telepathy!
"Good Sir, don't be rash, we are only performing for our good audience." Earth said, continuing his serenade and beckoning at the crowd gathering infront of the caravan. Little kids, women and spectators alike came to see this group of (gorgeously handsome-the women outnumbered the men by 4 out of five) entertainers.
"Sun, go!" Ceo shoved Sun onto the space suddenly appearing on the center of the plaza.
"What-" Grisia staggered and infront of him is an omininous crowd, chanting, 'Dance, dance, dance."
God of light, ever merciful and benevolent, please kill me now, or better yet, kill everyone else!!!
Georgo didn't stopped playing, and Awaitsun was just as excited as the others to see Sun Knight dance! (or downright humiliated, or which ever is more embarrasing!)
With murderous aura permeating every cell in Sun's body, Grisia just smiled radiantly. And his body started to move.
Hah! If there's one thing his master was proud of him was his gracefulness! Sun started to walk, then sway a little, then glide, then raised his hand...he made this small every-day gestures but it was so graceful and elegant that everyone who doesn't know Sun can actually see him sparkling and...miraculously dancing!
Cheater, Georgo muttered
Is he starting yet?. Vival asked
Boooo, Ceo thought
Re: Reply 2 Story 2: A Mission
Date: 2014-04-26 11:13 pm (UTC)*picks up Grisia*
*dumps him in Ceo's arms*
"Carrying heavy luggage is the fighter's job."
xD ahaha this cracked me up so much! Poor Ceo, even when he finally gets a break from his usual work, he's still stuck picking up Grisia's slack. Or in this case, just Grisia xD
Do you write online, like on ffnet or something like that? If so I'd love to check out your work :3
Re: Reply 2 Story 2: A Mission
Date: 2014-04-26 11:48 pm (UTC)Aaaaah actually no uvu I'm super self-concious about my character portrayal tbh, so the only actual writing works aside from this I've been doing the past few years were RP/OC-related or translations... Though I'm tempted to actually try writing LSK fanfiction! Just... no ideas as of now, aha. I do have an ffnet account under the same nickname though, for stalking and commenting c:
Re: Reply 2 Story 2: A Mission
Date: 2014-05-14 01:44 am (UTC)“Beautiful! Beautiful! In my career, there have only been a few mortals who have matched your skill and seamless grace in the art!” cried the mysterious figure passionately, wiping tears from its eyes.
This being was definitely huge, but instead of being imposing, he stuck out as being awfully... Flabby. Several of the viewers with origins from Leaf Bud City were initially alarmed at the specter's appearance, mistakenly thinking their king was desperate enough for tax money to personally chase them to the Kingdom of Moon Orchid.
Moon took advantage of his knighthood training to disdainfully glance at this mammoth and ask, “And who might YOU be? To properly pay homage to an admired performer, one should not become zealous enough to steal their spotlight.”
The flabby figure smirked and bowed. “I am a god. The God of Dancing!” Following his dramatic statement, he struck a pose that caused his prodigious stomach to wobble and for the crowd to turn green at the sight of all those rolls of fat in motion.
Before Earth could run around the corner to cough up the remainders of his last meal, Storm whispered not so quietly, “Don't offend him. He's still friendly with the God of War.”
“Indeed I am! The God of War and I are brothers of the same art. What is warfare but a complicated dance of ingenuity and stratagems, with the tragic and passionate stories of countless souls woven in? Combat is a body moving fluidly to the metronome of clashing swords and spears, and your performance decides the outcome of your survival. Both of Us admire the same characteristics in a person! Strength! Agility! Grace! And the ability to pick yourself off the floor to dance again!”
“That brings me to my main point.” The god reached forward and took Sun's hand. “You have
clearly exemplified these traits admirably and I would like to appoint you as the head of my new church! Although we are a small group, you clearly share the same fervor for life and motion as we do. I am honored to have you as my greatest follower!”
The situation to the performers was entirely ludicrous. The Sun Knight heading two churches? Worse, one of the gods would be some tub of lard who wanted him to belly dance more! However, considering that the Son of the God of War, who also should have shown the appreciated traits, had been scaring children all day with his clown outfit and his grotesquely painted face, the possibility of the belly dancer Sun Knight didn't seem to be so far fetched anymore. But nevertheless...
The Spotlight Troupe's knight ripped the helmet and visor off his head to say his proclamation more clearly and shook out his long blue hair. “We cannot allow for you to take Sun to a different church to live. He belongs with us, to the God of Light, and to the followers of the Church of the God of Light. I will uphold his freedom to live the life he chooses in the name of my position as the Storm Knight of the God of Light! We can never lose the Sun Knight!”
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Hooray for mostly descriptive scenes! That way I don't have to make the characters talk and make them OOC. I hope the next person makes the story take off! Sorry about blowing Storm's cover. The others will probably have to support him too as their real selves.
Re: Reply 2 Story 2: A Mission
Date: 2014-05-14 01:59 am (UTC)Re: Reply 2 Story 2: A Mission Plot bunny!
Date: 2014-05-15 11:16 pm (UTC)Round 1:
Ceo Storm, Georgo Earth, and Vival Moon vs. "Flabby" The Dance God.
Cue music: Maniac from Flashdance....
Final Round:
Grisia Sun, Mike (Son of God of War), Awaitasun (Son of God of Chaos) vs. "Flabby" The Dance God
Cue music: Pump it- The Black Eyed Peas
Just a funny plot bunny!
Re: Reply 2 Story 2: A Mission
Date: 2014-05-20 04:46 am (UTC)“WOW!!! I can't believe it! That clunky-looking knight was actually that Storm Knight hottie? I thought the Son of the God of War was good looking enough already!”
“But that haughty fortuneteller isn't too bad either. That whip... Don't tell me he's--”
“The Moon Knight? Why would the Moon and Storm Knight be together on a mission, much less in the Kingdom of Moon Orchid? Can't they just stay put and stop interfering in our religion?”
“Don't say that, dear! I wouldn't have had the chance to see this eye candy if they'd stayed put! Besides, the Church of the God of Light has twelve lookers and we only have one. I don't mind if they're willing to share.”
“That rather offkey bard should be the Earth Knight, right? What's he doing trying to seduce women like that?”
“I wonder if the Earth Knight is willing to perform more of his flute music after he retires...”
“Didn't the Storm Knight mention the Sun Knight?”
A hush fell over the crowd as the overly loud question rang out. The three holy knights sneakily glanced at their leader standing on stage. Everyone in the congregation had their faces suddenly turned into 囧's as they realized who the only possible candidate for the Sun Knight was.
Even the God of Dance looked shocked. His face then darkened.
“So. Sun Knight of the God of Light. Hear my proposal! We shall have a competition of dancing to decide which path you choose to follow. You shall clearly see by the end of this match, that the way of motion is superior to the path of the light!”
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Date: 2014-05-20 10:32 pm (UTC)“No.”
The Storm Knight looked extremely relieved about the Sun Knight's short speech and removed his hands from his ears. The God of Dance looked even more furious. He snapped his fingers twice and the Sun Knight was gracefully immobilized in the air.
The three remaining holy knights' hands leapt to their weapons, wishing that the back up the Pope had promised had arrived sooner. Even the two other church leaders standing to the side looked worried, as any god, even one as weak and out of shape as the God of Dance, would be a force to be reckoned with if it came down to a fight of brute force. Then they all realized they weren't able to move any further than from the positions they had taken in preparation for retaliation. Even the audience didn't twitch a muscle.
Then loud thunderclaps broke out over the scene, despite the clear blue sky and shining sun. By the third thunderclap, a voice rang out over the scene, louder than the thunder had been. The Son of the God of War fell to his knees, along with most of the crowd.
“WE HAVE REASON TO BELIEVE THE GOD OF DANCE HAS VIOLATED THE SACRED RULES IMPOSED BY THE MIGHTIEST OF US IN THE CONTRACT OF THE GODS. IN USING HIS OWN POWERS TO UNDERMINE THE FAITH OF THE RESPECTED GOD OF LIGHT AND TO ATTEMPT TO GAIN POWER FOR HIS OWN FOLLOWING, WE HEREBY CONDEMN THE GOD OF DANCE TO A CENTURY'S WORTH OF CONFINEMENT WITHIN THE REALM OF THE GODS. THE GOD OF DANCE IS ALSO PROHIBITED FROM USING HIS POWER TO DISTRIBUTE BLESSINGS UPON THE PEOPLE FOR A PERIOD OF TWO HUNDRED YEARS.”
The Sun Knight daintily fell to the ground as the shell-shocked God of Dance yelled, “B-But! Big brother!”
“PLEASE. I HAVE NO WISH TO BE ASSOCIATED WITH A WANNABE YOUNGER BROTHER LIKE YOU. WARFARE IS NOT A SHOW MERELY PUT ON TO IMPRESS OTHERS. IT IS A MATTER OF THE GRAVEST CONSIDERATIONS AND THE TOOL THAT ALTERS HISTORY.”
Another thunderclap rang out and the God of Dance vanished.
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Ahh... Lots of apologies. One apology for triple posting, a HUGE no-no on forums, but I wanted this out there. (And it would have been a double post, but I went over the word limit, 4.3k.) Then more apologies for caps abuse. (I haven't figured out how to use italics here.) An apology to the commenter with the plot bunny for me being too uneducated about dance battles to write about one. And a final apology for anyone who was planning to put a chapter up and will probably only have an epilogue left to do.
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