Vivian never goes back. There's no need, really. All of her “relatives” from the Prime Material Plane are non-existent, or not her relatives. There's nothing for here back there, either.
This thought doesn't depress her. It's simply a fact of her life. Which, admittedly, has gotten exponentially crazier as time has gone on. Fake memories or not.
I really liked today's prompt: "Why didn't you go back?" So I have another one written for Clockwork :) Posted here
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Vivian's Origin Story
Vivian lorded over spoons. And sporks. The forks had long ago been banished for not being able to hold enough liquid. Soup was no longer being served in the cafeteria. Mostly mystery meat and evil corn. Do not eat evil corn. It is evil.
Chili had mystery meat. It is best eaten with sporks. Vivian is chili's favorite. Wait. Chili is vivian's favourite.
When she is evicted from spoon-spork-under-chair-land, she is in her square room. She has a circle room, too. It's outside. The candy man comes by with brightly colored, bad tasting pills. Vivian turns the pill into her cheek and smiles beguilingly at the candy man. She ruffles Vivian's hair and closes the heavy door.
Vivian spits out the candy into the toilet and rinses her mouth in the sink. Vivian gaze sharply at the three bars over her window. She jerks the bars and they slide free, one by one. The window isn't locked. She squeezes through the small, rectangular window and tip-toes on the lip there. The roof is just within reach. Vivian pulls herself up with practiced ease. She slips out of the bright white hospital clothes and into the black polyester bodysuit. She slips on the night vision goggles and leather gloves. Checks the knives on her calves, wrists, waist and back.
Vivian grins catty at the night and slides off the roof.
Again, from the Adventure-verse. Adventures is a long-time-running role-playing game/universe owned and created by Richard Palmgren. Its rules have never been published so only a few people from my home town know the system and the story. Vivian is my character's name. And my name. Most long time players end up having their real name as their character's name. So, that's why my character has my name. I've been wanting to write stuff based on my experiences with Adventures for a while...sooo here goes >.<
PS: This is my character's origin story based on my character's history, which was written when I was like 12 or 11.
Chili had mystery meat. It is best eaten with sporks. Vivian is chili's favorite. Wait. Chili is vivian's favourite.
When she is evicted from spoon-spork-under-chair-land, she is in her square room. She has a circle room, too. It's outside. The candy man comes by with brightly colored, bad tasting pills. Vivian turns the pill into her cheek and smiles beguilingly at the candy man. She ruffles Vivian's hair and closes the heavy door.
Vivian spits out the candy into the toilet and rinses her mouth in the sink. Vivian gaze sharply at the three bars over her window. She jerks the bars and they slide free, one by one. The window isn't locked. She squeezes through the small, rectangular window and tip-toes on the lip there. The roof is just within reach. Vivian pulls herself up with practiced ease. She slips out of the bright white hospital clothes and into the black polyester bodysuit. She slips on the night vision goggles and leather gloves. Checks the knives on her calves, wrists, waist and back.
Vivian grins catty at the night and slides off the roof.
Again, from the Adventure-verse. Adventures is a long-time-running role-playing game/universe owned and created by Richard Palmgren. Its rules have never been published so only a few people from my home town know the system and the story. Vivian is my character's name. And my name. Most long time players end up having their real name as their character's name. So, that's why my character has my name. I've been wanting to write stuff based on my experiences with Adventures for a while...sooo here goes >.<
PS: This is my character's origin story based on my character's history, which was written when I was like 12 or 11.
Drakes
Drakes are the most terrible, backstabbing, clever, sinister, power-grabbing, destructive, insane, over-complicated-plot-making Family you will ever have the (mis)fortune of meeting. A Drake will stab you in the back whether you're friends or enemies. They will especially stab you in the back if you are at all related to them. The more closely you are related to a Drake, the more dead you are. Don't even try to turn off their machines. That's not the real off switch. Don't interfere with their conquest plans, you'll be killed in an embarrassing manor.
Should you ever meet a Drake, do not approach. Do not run. They have a strong prey instinct. Do not associate with Drakes. Do not try to befriend them.
Short piece on one of the Families from Adventures-verse. Not my universe, just my interpretation of the characters that live there.
Should you ever meet a Drake, do not approach. Do not run. They have a strong prey instinct. Do not associate with Drakes. Do not try to befriend them.
Short piece on one of the Families from Adventures-verse. Not my universe, just my interpretation of the characters that live there.
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Risky business
Max eyed the ledge with suspicion.
“Come on,” Lucien urged, hanging over the edge,
Max raised his eyebrow at Matt. Matt was studiously ignoring the ledge and shrugged at Max's eyebrow.
“Don't even tell me,” Lucien groaned at Max,
“The most dangerous thing I've ever done is skip a class...” Max said to the ledge,
Jordan scaled up the wall using the corner of the adjoining wall and walked along the ledge until she was standing next to Lucien's hands,
“What now?” she asked with a sharp look at Matt,
I didn't say anything, Matt buried his face further into the book,
“Ugh,” Jordan sighed, “We keep getting stuck with prudes don't we,”
Lucien nodded,
“Look, if the biggest risk you take is jumping off this ledge into that pool,” Jordan fixed Max and Matt with a look, “then you'd still be one of the most cautious people here. Chris alone brings at least a hundred Mutes back from the dead each week. If you can't die, what's a risk?”
Max blushed. Jordan sighed again and disappeared off of the ledge. Lucien fixed Matt with an accusatory look before following her down into the dark pool.
Notes: Written for a prompt of "What's the riskiest thing you've done all week?" on 4/21 and not posted until now >.<
“Come on,” Lucien urged, hanging over the edge,
Max raised his eyebrow at Matt. Matt was studiously ignoring the ledge and shrugged at Max's eyebrow.
“Don't even tell me,” Lucien groaned at Max,
“The most dangerous thing I've ever done is skip a class...” Max said to the ledge,
Jordan scaled up the wall using the corner of the adjoining wall and walked along the ledge until she was standing next to Lucien's hands,
“What now?” she asked with a sharp look at Matt,
I didn't say anything, Matt buried his face further into the book,
“Ugh,” Jordan sighed, “We keep getting stuck with prudes don't we,”
Lucien nodded,
“Look, if the biggest risk you take is jumping off this ledge into that pool,” Jordan fixed Max and Matt with a look, “then you'd still be one of the most cautious people here. Chris alone brings at least a hundred Mutes back from the dead each week. If you can't die, what's a risk?”
Max blushed. Jordan sighed again and disappeared off of the ledge. Lucien fixed Matt with an accusatory look before following her down into the dark pool.
Notes: Written for a prompt of "What's the riskiest thing you've done all week?" on 4/21 and not posted until now >.<
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Speaking of armor....
House
"Its cancer," Tony said,
Pepper paused at the edge of the room. She frowned at the back of Tony's head.
"Its obviously a blood clot," Pepper replied dryly,
Tony tilted his head over the back of his chair to grin at Pepper. Pepper skillfully avoided the attempt to charm her by staring at the large screen in front of them. House was harassing the patient, so they must be close to a diagnosis. House announced that their patient had a blood clot near his brain stem.
"Next time you'll be guessing lupus," Pepper smirked down at Tony.
Rescue
When Pepper found the suit (the suit) he had made for her, she felt a bit like Alicia Silverstone in that Batman movie. Panicky and a bit creeped out.
When exactly had Tony measured her to build it? Had he measured her in her sleep or something? Or worse, while she was awake?
She turned the idea over in her head while sizing up the suit. At least there was no giant Tony Stark face hovering above her. And at least he wasn't her uncle.
Notes: I made 2 Iron Man fics/drabbles whatever they're called...Apparently Pepper doesn't know very much about Batman comics continuity. Also posted to my FF account here.
"Its cancer," Tony said,
Pepper paused at the edge of the room. She frowned at the back of Tony's head.
"Its obviously a blood clot," Pepper replied dryly,
Tony tilted his head over the back of his chair to grin at Pepper. Pepper skillfully avoided the attempt to charm her by staring at the large screen in front of them. House was harassing the patient, so they must be close to a diagnosis. House announced that their patient had a blood clot near his brain stem.
"Next time you'll be guessing lupus," Pepper smirked down at Tony.
Rescue
When Pepper found the suit (the suit) he had made for her, she felt a bit like Alicia Silverstone in that Batman movie. Panicky and a bit creeped out.
When exactly had Tony measured her to build it? Had he measured her in her sleep or something? Or worse, while she was awake?
She turned the idea over in her head while sizing up the suit. At least there was no giant Tony Stark face hovering above her. And at least he wasn't her uncle.
Notes: I made 2 Iron Man fics/drabbles whatever they're called...Apparently Pepper doesn't know very much about Batman comics continuity. Also posted to my FF account here.
Armor 3
Matt found out back in M.R.C. that Max had programming experience in a rather round about way. One of the Fates had caught a whiff of a memory. When the Gossips did their weekly mind-tapping of the Fates, they collected that same memory. The memory then got lost in the shuffle of many minds. For a while. When Rebecca went into the Gossips' collective to look for information on Max all hat time ago, she got a hold of that same memory. Since the Gossips were not above gossiping about their own, they gossiped. So Matt heard from one of the wanna-be Gossips about Rebecca's taking of information on Max. Matt tracked down Rebecca and had to convince her that he wasn't spying for Jordan. Luckily, Rebecca was an empath, so that went quickly. Matt picked Rebecca's brain(s) (remotely, of course) and found that brilliant glimpse of java syntax hidden in the memories.
And, being a fan of efficiency, there was one last detour for Matt to make. Matt bought a book on C syntax and code optimization.
Matt stole Max's extra time for the next month. They both learned a new language. Max went too slow for Matt. In return, Matt went to fast for Max. In some ways, this was the equilibrium they always had. Another month and they could effectively pair program in C.
Max resisted counting how many hours they spent programming the heads-up display (Max refused to call it anything but a HUD), then the muscle-to-motor translation, then a basic data management and storage component. There were a few null pointer exceptions. Then came the seg-faults. Both were accompanied by headaches and extra eye strain.
When Matt returned Max to his free time, he realized the suit had no native A.I. He decided he didn't care. Matt strapped in and immediately got cuts in places he would never mention. He got into the store of Jordan's costume material and learned how to sew. Matt avoided cuts this time. Then he jumped through a wall by accident. Luckily, it wasn't a load bearing wall. Unluckily, Lucien was home and Matt thought he was going to be permanently blind as punishment. Matt fixed the wall, then the exo's calibrations. The next time he broke a wall, it was on purpose. He could save installing a compact jet pack for later.
Max went with Matt the first time he took the exo outside of the lab. They left (late) after nightfall. Matt was awkward jumping across gaps between buildings. For once he wished he had practiced parkour with the rest of his class.
Max echolocated some kids beating up a younger kid with a crowbar. Max stayed perched on the roof overlooking the wide alley as Matt crashed down. The kids started at the large, angry looking exo-suit which had suddenly appeared in the alley with them. The young kid had enough sense to take off. The kid with the crowbar threw it at Matt's helmet. Matt giggled a little, but no sound escaped the exo. The kids stared in horror as Matt advanced on them, his motions seeming almost human. At the last second, they scatter. Matt stared after them but can't decide which to pursue. Max dropped down and informed Matt that he needed to be more decisive. Matt decided that the exo still needed work.
Note: Sooo that's the last in the armor series! I have a feeling there's terrible tense shifting in there...
And, being a fan of efficiency, there was one last detour for Matt to make. Matt bought a book on C syntax and code optimization.
Matt stole Max's extra time for the next month. They both learned a new language. Max went too slow for Matt. In return, Matt went to fast for Max. In some ways, this was the equilibrium they always had. Another month and they could effectively pair program in C.
Max resisted counting how many hours they spent programming the heads-up display (Max refused to call it anything but a HUD), then the muscle-to-motor translation, then a basic data management and storage component. There were a few null pointer exceptions. Then came the seg-faults. Both were accompanied by headaches and extra eye strain.
When Matt returned Max to his free time, he realized the suit had no native A.I. He decided he didn't care. Matt strapped in and immediately got cuts in places he would never mention. He got into the store of Jordan's costume material and learned how to sew. Matt avoided cuts this time. Then he jumped through a wall by accident. Luckily, it wasn't a load bearing wall. Unluckily, Lucien was home and Matt thought he was going to be permanently blind as punishment. Matt fixed the wall, then the exo's calibrations. The next time he broke a wall, it was on purpose. He could save installing a compact jet pack for later.
Max went with Matt the first time he took the exo outside of the lab. They left (late) after nightfall. Matt was awkward jumping across gaps between buildings. For once he wished he had practiced parkour with the rest of his class.
Max echolocated some kids beating up a younger kid with a crowbar. Max stayed perched on the roof overlooking the wide alley as Matt crashed down. The kids started at the large, angry looking exo-suit which had suddenly appeared in the alley with them. The young kid had enough sense to take off. The kid with the crowbar threw it at Matt's helmet. Matt giggled a little, but no sound escaped the exo. The kids stared in horror as Matt advanced on them, his motions seeming almost human. At the last second, they scatter. Matt stared after them but can't decide which to pursue. Max dropped down and informed Matt that he needed to be more decisive. Matt decided that the exo still needed work.
Note: Sooo that's the last in the armor series! I have a feeling there's terrible tense shifting in there...
Friday, April 30, 2010
2/3 of the Armor Trilogy
Part 1:
Jordan took about a second to dismiss the idea. The dull metal exo now stayed in storage with with Matt's other failed inventions.
“Its been done before,” she had said,
Matt frowned at the exo suit like it had betrayed him. At least he hadn't bothered to try and program it yet.
“And if I did want armor, it wouldn't have boobs,” Jordan had added as she left.
Part 2:
Jordan frowned at Matt. Then the armor. He had modified the chestpiece to remove the extra “room”. It was painted a matte black now, except where the plates overlapped. The greased metal there shone silver.
“Didn't you fail combat?” Jordan asked,
“No, I got a D. I bribed King with a simulation room..deck...”
Jordan hummed. She was seriously considering it this time, Matt realized,
“There are no guns,” Matt offerend,
It wasn't for lack of wanting them. Matt couldn't find a power source that could fuel the suit and support any sort of energy weapon. And he would be damned if he was going to use conventional weapons. Matt scoffed mentally.
It also just so happened that Jordan hated guns.
Jordan hummed again in a slightly different tone. Deeper, this time. Matt was almost there,
“There are no nano-bots this time,” he smiled,
Jordan chuckled darkly at that memory,
“Whatever you want, then,” Jordan added as she left.
Note: Part 3 probably going up tomorrow. Its actually longer than part 1 and 2 combined! Surprising, I know. Remember: Evil plans in the comments.
Jordan took about a second to dismiss the idea. The dull metal exo now stayed in storage with with Matt's other failed inventions.
“Its been done before,” she had said,
Matt frowned at the exo suit like it had betrayed him. At least he hadn't bothered to try and program it yet.
“And if I did want armor, it wouldn't have boobs,” Jordan had added as she left.
Part 2:
Jordan frowned at Matt. Then the armor. He had modified the chestpiece to remove the extra “room”. It was painted a matte black now, except where the plates overlapped. The greased metal there shone silver.
“Didn't you fail combat?” Jordan asked,
“No, I got a D. I bribed King with a simulation room..deck...”
Jordan hummed. She was seriously considering it this time, Matt realized,
“There are no guns,” Matt offerend,
It wasn't for lack of wanting them. Matt couldn't find a power source that could fuel the suit and support any sort of energy weapon. And he would be damned if he was going to use conventional weapons. Matt scoffed mentally.
It also just so happened that Jordan hated guns.
Jordan hummed again in a slightly different tone. Deeper, this time. Matt was almost there,
“There are no nano-bots this time,” he smiled,
Jordan chuckled darkly at that memory,
“Whatever you want, then,” Jordan added as she left.
Note: Part 3 probably going up tomorrow. Its actually longer than part 1 and 2 combined! Surprising, I know. Remember: Evil plans in the comments.
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