Wednesday, November 28, 2012

CHATZY STUFF UNO

Harpy: I am so fucking spooked after writing an idea D:
Harpy: How are you guys?
TheDeleter: oh rly?
SteelKomodo: full of cold :<
Harpy: *hugs* I MUST HUG THE COLD OUT OF YOU
TheDeleter: i'm okay - drove, did work, wrote an RPG about knights questin' and pimp-slappin' each other
TheDeleter: at 2 in the morning
TheDeleter: and now we're talking about sbahj bookmarks
Harpy: And yeah. Admittedly, I got the idea after listening to something that is pretty creepy
Harpy: I put up a rough sketch of it and other things on my blog
SteelKomodo: thanks mari :3
Harpy: no probs
SteelKomodo: ooh
Harpy: Hopefully i'll be able to do a writing about it, good enough to make the hairs on the back of people's necks stand up
TheDeleter: excellent
TheDeleter: spooky writing is awesome when done well
Harpy: Mhm
Harpy: And I'm trying to work on scenery and evoking emotion through them
SteelKomodo: woot
SteelKomodo: this is pretty cool
Harpy: So its pretty much an exercise for me
Harpy: thanks
Harpy: I creeped my friend out with it. and my friend too xD;
Harpy: and myself
Harpy: derp
Harpy: I can't type
TheDeleter: haha
TheDeleter: it's a pretty cool idea
TheDeleter: it does have the problem of it relying on execution pretty heavily
Harpy: A cool idea, but it can turn to shit if the writing is bad
TheDeleter: but this would be a blast if done right
Harpy: Yeah. Which is why I'm probably going to write a rough draft in Word and keep revising until
TheDeleter: have some kinda folklore about some badass demon getting his ass kicked there and no-one goes near the ruins because come on, we're peasants, we're not that dumb
Harpy: its great
TheDeleter: and then the adventurers decide TREASURE AND LOOT WHOOOO
TheDeleter: and then build up to oh shit the demon's heart which would lead into oh shit the demon is still alive and his heart is eating people to build up enough flesh to rebuild himself
Harpy: I was thinking that someone wants to knock it down so they can make a hotel, but everybody that tried to go in either never came back or went bloody insane from what they say
TheDeleter: or something
TheDeleter: either way works
TheDeleter: also keep the ghoul cult
TheDeleter: ghouls are creepy
Harpy: sacrifice the bodies of the dead to the heart, bones and flesh slowly regenerate
TheDeleter: yesss
TheDeleter: this will be excellent
Harpy: people actually see muscle and bone created in front of them, ever so slowly, bit by bit
Harpy: black, oily blood cascading as the heart beats ever faster, chants getting ever louder
SteelKomodo: oooh, wow
SteelKomodo: and I thought my plot for next year was gonna be creepy
TheDeleter: getting into it a bit there harpy
Harpy: and this is an ancient demon, so there is no way in fuck its gonna go down like, say...one big round like the one we had with Garland or something
Harpy: Hey, I do my best when I'm actually into it
Harpy: i have to be really inspired or else I can't write as well D:
Harpy: bbs
Harpy: lunch
TheDeleter: kk
SteelKomodo: kk
Harpy: back
Harpy: fuck it was loud in the cafeteria so I didn't go D:
Harpy: and oh god I just thought of something
SteelKomodo: wat D:
TheDeleter: ooh
Harpy: for everybody that dies, the demon starts regenerating more and more flesh, even when he's revived
Harpy: i mean why just stop at sacrifices to ressurect you when you can become stronger with MORE CORPSES?
TheDeleter: oh god
TheDeleter: the moar the merrier
SteelKomodo: D:
Harpy: which makes a long war with it more essential, because eventually its gonna hit a peak and fucking destroy their continent as they know it if left unchecked
Harpy: wear it down, leave long-lasting injuries it can't repair
Harpy: and for the love of god don't use necromancy
Harpy: Hopefully I can keep it contained within my own little blog world (since ZF would..probably be an AU for it), since I don't want this to become a repeat of the LORDLORDLORDLORD
SteelKomodo: we do not want that
SteelKomodo: at all
Harpy: just a long-lasting war with a demon who thrives off death, hundreds of armies and guilds facing off against it to save their world
TheDeleter: somewhere in her closet, Jonesy has a punching bag with the Lord's face taped to it
Harpy: xD
TheDeleter: some days it has Sine's face on
Harpy: meanwhile Garnet just shaves Lordcat
SteelKomodo: XD
Harpy: but yeah, when I write it, I probably want to keep it contained to...at MOST 10 segments
Harpy: don't want it to drag out too long, since I'm not that experienced D:
Harpy: Just something to look forward to for you guys

Of Finals and Ideas and Tumblr

Finals are coming up. Not much time left for daydreaming. Been playing an MMO to keep my mind running and inspired between classes. (Mabinogi, for those interested. But that will suck your time up like a vampire drinks blood from your veins; Don't play unless you REALLY fucking like it.) the next two weeks will be a pain in the ass and I am going to cry tears of blood before its all over on the 12th. I sweaaaar.



I've been coming up with a few ideas of how to proceed with Cu Sith in the meantime, within the boundaries of my little.. "Storyboard", I guess? Timeline? I dunno. I'm really focusing on character development for each of my characters and working on improving how to set the scene and set the tone, which is a major weak spot of mine. Sometimes you can't tell when I'm RPing or writing amazing things like the last writing post I did, but when I'm just trying to practice? All bets are off. Results range from "Oh hey, this is pretty good!" to "AAAGH WHY DO I SUCK SO MUCH" and "This is so boring to me, how the fuck will this be interesting to anyone else?" Writing is so not easy for me, especially since I have motivation/inspiration issues. And they only get worse until after finals, when I am free to relax and write my magnum opus- i mean Cu Sith shit. (Magnum opus? Please. I can do better...with practice)

Another thing is that two of my friends, Jacob (You guys know him as Inurian) and Geoff (ivelchild), are trying to improve their writing and get into RPing (respectively). They made chars for Cu Sith. One's a guy who can't wear armor but can transform his weapon into anything he wants. Another uses a bow (and a knife, if things go to shit) and uses a lot of abilities related to arrows being fucking awesome. And he has a Solar Arrow move. Their names? Agustine and John. I will let those two guys talk about their chars because, well, they aren't mine. Its not cool to try to shape chars into something they aren't. This is why I don't like puppetting at times...

And with that backstory out of the way, look at this shit i creeped myself out with:

[10:33:47 AM] Harpy(Natsu): HEY JACOB WANT TO BE SCARED SHITLESS IN THE MORNING?
[10:33:49 AM] Harpy(Natsu): [10:12:21 AM] Harpy(Natsu): in other words, shit, that song really set the done for just how fucking creepy and scary Tir Na Nog really is within its dungeons
[10:12:24 AM] Harpy(Natsu): yeah, could do that too
[10:12:41 AM] Harpy(Natsu): because I have a very creepy idea for Cu Sith that I might implement later
[10:12:41 AM] ivelchild: and yeah
[10:12:45 AM] ivelchild: Oh?
[10:12:47 AM] ivelchild: Also
[10:12:54 AM] ivelchild: How does the guildmaster use two types of magic
[10:13:08 AM] ivelchild: That thought occurred to me this morning
[10:14:00 AM] Harpy(Natsu): One he learned naturally (wind), the other he had to train extensively to get over the years (poison) and do research on to see how he could create his own poisons
[10:14:27 AM] Harpy(Natsu): And i'm willing to place his age around 33
[10:14:36 AM] Harpy(Natsu): so he had to start training young
[10:14:44 AM] ivelchild: Ah, interesting
[10:14:50 AM] ivelchild: So what's the idea?
[10:15:55 AM] ivelchild: Also huh
[10:15:59 AM] ivelchild: Vindy has Glas Ghaibhleann too
[10:16:08 AM] ivelchild: Then again it was called Mabinogi Heroes so
[10:16:27 AM] Harpy(Natsu): The idea was the cu sith gang (and by gang I mean Carla, Hubert, Kevin, Minda, Augustine, and John) got a quest in regards to someone reporting that there was a giant, beating, bleeding heart within the depths of some ruins that everybody has avoided
[10:16:47 AM] Harpy(Natsu): reports say that anyone who went in never came out...or if they did, they went insane
[10:17:21 AM] Harpy(Natsu): Saw visions. Endless nightmares.  Extreme paranoia that make Jacob seem sane
[10:18:26 AM] Harpy(Natsu): A fear that they were being watched by Satan, 24/7. Unable to live normal lives because their minds...degenerated
[10:18:49 AM] Harpy(Natsu): I think your computer just pissed its pants. WB in advanced
[10:18:54 AM] Harpy(Natsu): *advance
[10:22:02 AM | Edited 10:22:06 AM] ivelchild: Yep, your story scared it too much
[10:22:13 AM] ivelchild: Good job
[10:22:29 AM] Harpy(Natsu): well, if it could scare your computer, I think it would spook the shit out of Jacob
[10:22:31 AM] Harpy(Natsu): :D
[10:22:33 AM] ivelchild: Haha
[10:22:40 AM] ivelchild: Hopefully not literally
[10:22:45 AM] Harpy(Natsu): Hell, I kind of have goosebumps-
[10:22:56 AM] Harpy(Natsu): inb4 it actually does
[10:23:01 AM] ivelchild: ewww
[10:23:01 AM] ivelchild: .n.
[10:23:17 AM] Harpy(Natsu): I can't put it past him, considering how many long bathroom breaks he has to take
[10:23:35 AM] Harpy(Natsu): .n.
[10:25:34 AM] Harpy(Natsu): But yeah, I was thinking the group went into this dungeon for themselves... long, tedious, full of demons, became darker and darker as they went deeper and deeper...voices echoing throughout the halls, speaking in an ancient language in deep, satanic voices... some almost see the black markings on the wall come to life and reach at them like the hands of people begging for salvation...
[10:27:43 AM] Harpy(Natsu): Blood seeping through the walls,  onto the floor, splattering against their legs until they reach the final door, the final room, and look up...and see the still-beating heart of an ancient demon, ghasts and ghouls worshipping it like their god, faces covered in black, oily blood that smelt foul and pungent, so bad one could almost choke on it...
[10:29:10 AM] Harpy(Natsu): Their hearts beatting fast, the sounds almost drowned out by the regular pulses of the demon heart...ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump...loud and clear
[10:29:18 AM] Harpy(Natsu): ...I got too carried away  D:
[10:29:36 AM] Harpy(Natsu): in other news, homestuck update
[10:33:51 AM] Harpy(Natsu): HERE YOU GO


And finally, I will be moving some of the better stuff over to my tumblr ( harpykurry.tumblr.com ) so bored people can look and reblog. I reblog some interesting things there, so if you're bored, go look or follow or something. I dunno. ivelchild's on tumblr too, so yeah.


Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Cu Sith Guildies (and other things)

Damn, its been a while since I actually posted something somewhat normal, huh? Either way, I'm here, reved up and ready. I'm not as inspired as the last time I wrote a blogpost (oh god I wish I had that inspiration in the morning) so... To keep you guys updated on what has happened and what will happen:

-I'm finally in therapy for my depression and anxiety. My therapist is pretty nice, and the one assignment we have is to just make a giant list of things you're grateful for. Haven't started because I had a busy life, but its gonna be as long as longcat.

-Found out a friend out of mine not only has stage 3 cancer, she also has shingles. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck.

- Cat is missing, parents and sister aren't bothering to do anything to find him. Hasn't been home for a month, so I think he's just...gone. My heart's breaking because i loved the furry little bastard.

-Going home on saturday for thanksgiving break. Shit's gon' get reaaaaal.

-Next year, Alex and Garnet will not make any appearances. However, Satoshi will.  I'll try to be more active next year because RPing relieves stress for me, although I can no way guaruntee any activity during my internship.

-Storywrittin erry day


As for that whole Cu Sith thing, that will be implemented next year, although one character will be at the bar for this time (unless you peeps request that someone else come along). I got my inspiration from an anime called Fairy Tail, which is pretty much DBZ with magic and is actually reasonably paced. Still absurd in regard to powers, but whatever. Right now, here are the four characters I'll mainly be focusing on in these writings:



Carla Yvona- The Ice Mage, Yukioona. Her heart's warm, but her magic is ice cold. She's good at making all sorts of objects out of ice and freezing the air around her, but she also possesses a little bit of water magic, too. As Kevin mentioned, she can't do close combat because she's fragile, but she can be a great support from the back lines.


Kevin- Known as "The Father" of Cu Sith for his compassion (or at least, I hope I can portray him as such), he's one of the strongest, physically, of his guildmates. He can wield a lot of different blunt weapons, but he prefers a giant hammer for a smashing good time. In return for his strength, he doesn't have magic to spare.

Herbert Renold- Treat him with care, he's fragile bound to explode like a ticking time bomb. Soon as I thought up of him, I had to put him in. He's not physically strong, but he's nimble and fast, having wrist blades hidden underneath his shirt sleeves. He fucking loves demolition, so you'll usually find him either making his own bombs or using explosive magic.

Minda Ciar- The Vampire. The dark knight. The raven. Some might have a lot of nicknames for her, but one thing remains the same: the fact that she saps blood from her enemies and uses it to fuel her own life. Not just blood: mana, too. Weakening the enemy is her specialty, usually using a gladius to aid her in battle.


"But what about their personalities?" you ask. Well, why tell when I can show in story? Its better that way. And more fun for me: its a pleasant challenge to myself. So you'll just have to see what's in store~

Thursday, November 8, 2012

Cu Sith

 The dragon stared in mild amusement at the great stick of a man before him. He was used to human visitors bringing him offerings of food, gold, and women, while begging him not to destroy their villages and towns with fiery breath. This man, with his stick, lanky figure, his stupidly spiky hair, and a smug look just asking for it to be burned right off his face, had neither food, nor gold, nor even women. He didn't even seem to have enough meat on his bones to even have him as a light snack!  He was just there, existing where he shouldn't, still giving him that smug look.

The man just stood there for a while, looking at the lizard. Harmless. Not much those scrawny arms could do to a dragon anyway. Maybe he'd let him live, the dragon mused-

"Yo, fatty scales! Ain't cha suppose to greet a guest or sumthin? Are ya gonna sit on your fat ass and ignore me like one rude fucker?"

Then again, maybe not. The spines on his back raised up as he stood up on his hind legs, ready to breathe fire. Or at least, that was how he imagined it, but he had a hard time even standing up. After a few minutes of struggle, he sighed and just held his head high. "What does a toothpick of a human want with me, the great Arzek, fierce red dragon of the west?!" he snarled, glaring. "And who are you to speak with a sharp tongue?"

"I'm Hubert, first of all," the man started, pulling out a cigarrette from his pant pocket and jamming it into his mouth before lighting it up. "Second of all, ya call yourself fierce? With THAT pot belly?" He pointed a finger to a giant bulge on  Arzek's underbelly. "Puuuuhleaaase. You're just a fatass who hasn't moved his tush from this cave for fifty years. You talk a lot of shit to the people here, then eat up all their food like the most obese dragon of all time." Arzek's blood began to boil as Hubert continued, "Then you go ahead and try to take their bitches. Man, you must have had a bad sex life if you have to fuck a human woman. Hell, why would any girly dragon or whatever even take you with all that pudge? Come on man!"

"You have quite the sharp tongue," Arzek growled, taking a step forward and taking a deep breath. "It will be no good when I use your bones as toothpicks to clean the meat off my teeth, however!"

Hubert exhaled a large puff of smoke in a sigh. "Okay then, let me make this painfully clear so your stupid lizard brain can understand: Step the fuck up or shut the fuck up. All I'm hearin is all bark, no bite. Ya better put your money where your mouth is if ya wanna live. Either that or say your prayers to whoever the fuck you worship."

"And why should I be afraid of you?"

The scrawny human flashed him a toothy, shit-eatting grin. "You shouldn't be afraid of me. You should be afraid of them."

Arzek was about to ask who in the nine hells he was talking about when he felt pinpricks around his neck, back, and belly. He turned his head, only for the pain to amplify as wounds opened up and blood dripped down his neck. More cuts opened up and he reeled back in pain. Who the hell was doing this? Was this Hubert doing it? He took a sniff. No, not him. He has no scent of steel among him... but he could smell steel and a human scent aside from the man who stood before him.

One turn of his head towards his back was all he needed to do to see the intruder: a woman, clad in midnight black armor, a single blond braid running down the side of her face, a gladius in her hands. Annoyed, he exhaled a plume of fire towards the girl, watching her closely as she jumped away from the flames and jabbed his soft underbelly with sharp, cold, steel.  He swung his tail at her and, like a ballerina of death, she whirled around and swung her sword downward, chopping his tail into pieces, splattering blood everywhere. Blood seemed to be absorbed by the blade, drinking it like a vampire.

"HOW DARE YOU!" he hissed, wheeling around and exhaling another fiery breath. The armored woman held her ground though, using her sword as a makeshift shield. Pathetic human, he thought, heart pounding, burning with hatred. You can only hold out so long before your steel melts and melts your flesh. I look forward to your screams!

Meanwhile, Hubert yawned, plucking his cigarrette out of his mouth and breathing out a loud of smoke before tossing the cigarette down and stamping it out. "Boooooring," he said before pulling out a pocket watch, staring at the time. "Dinner's in two hours, Minda. Hurry up and use more of your vampiric magic voodoo and make this guy look like a chump! I don't want to miss Tira's giant chicken pot pie tonight! And I'mma get on your case if we miss it because you know how the guild is!"

"Trying," Minda said coldly, slowly making her way through the flames and slashing at Arzek's underbelly again, sword draining the blood from his body. She may have said something else, but her quiet voice was drowned out by Arzek's roars of pain.

"I didn't hear ya, toots. What did ya say?"

"I ASKED IF SHE'S READY!" Minda yelled before blocking  dragon claws with her blade.

"Geez, sorry I can't hear you over a crybaby dragon, vampire." Hubert turned around and looked off at something in the distance before turning back around and grinning. "Hold tubby back for just a teeeeny bit longer, alright?"

Arzek turned his head and breathed flames upon Hubert as he roared, "I AM NOT TUBBY, YOU PATHETIC TOOTHPICK!"

Hubert jumped back and chuckled. "Oh, I'm so sorry. Did I hurt your widdle feelings? Do I need to call your mommy and have her kiss your boo-boos? That's just saaaad. Talking shit to villagers and eatting their food and taking their money, yet you can't take an insult. Grow thicker scales, ya big, overgrown dragon baby."

"I'LL CRUSH YOU FOR YOUR IN-" Arzek stopped before he could finish. There was a sharp, cold pain in his back. The cold was spreading through his blood, through his veins. That was no good for any lizard, especially not a fire dragon. Wide-eyed, he turned his head and saw a giant spear of ice in his back. Before he could even scream in pain, it exploded in a wave of frost, leaving his body frozen stiff.

The toothpick of a man laughed- no, guffawed at the dragon's luck. "What was that about crushin me, tubs?" he asked, wiping a tear from his eyes. "Like I said, step up or shut up. Although now you don't have a choice but to shut up!" He turned back to the distance and yelled, "OI, KEVIN! GET YOUR BLOODY ASS OVER HERE AND SHOW HIM SOMETHIN ABOUT  CRUSHIN SHIT!"

Arzek could hear footsteps approaching, thumping on the ground. Getting louder and louder... monsterous footsteps. His heart would have sped up in fear of what was to come, but that was hard when you were a lizard whose body temperature was dropping rapidly out of a normal range. Louder and loudeer the footsteps became, before he saw a large man, dressed in a vest, skirt(or was it a kilt?) and boots made of fur, jump up and pull out a large hammer and smashed his skull.  The ice around his body shattered like glass as the dragon reeled and fell down, unable to move.

 "Took ya long enough," Hubert said, patting the monster of a man on the back. "Good on ya to actually help when it matters. Then again, ya always do that, eh?"

Kevin just stared. "I took a while because I didn't want to leave Carla all alone. You know how fragile she is. She's not meant to be in the front lines. And there are monsters out there that could take her out with ease."

"Oh, right, oops. Forgot we were talking about Carla. Speak of the devil, there she is!"

A little girl ran up to the group, her white braid of hair and little blue dress flowing in the wind. She was panting, sweatting, almost out of breath. "I-is it dead?" she asked, looking nervously at the creature.

Hubert looked at the dragon and punched him on the nose. Arzek snarled at him in retaliation. "Not yet, but I'll take care of that," he said curtly. "Go back to Cu Sith and tell the guildmaster we beat the everloving shit out of Arzek. He better get the quest giver to give us our cash, otherwise I'm gonna give him a talkin' to. And nobody wants that."

Cu Sith? That sounded familar to Arzek. He tried to remember where he heard of it as mage, knight, and beserker left, leaving only the scrawny one. When he remembered, his eyes widened in fear. By Tiamat's heart, Cu Sith is one of the most dangerous guilds in existance, from what I heard from other dragons! Someone wanted me defeated... Why else would they call upon the grim reapers of this blasted continent?

"Hey Arzek."

The dragon turned its scaly head towards him. "What do you want, hum- Hubert?" he growled. "I am defeated, done for. Why are you still here?"

Hubert took out what looked like a large orange and handed it to the dragon. "I just wanted to say I'm sorry," he said, looking timid as he stared down at his feet. "I mean, I really hurt your feelings, and I'm sorry. Here, take this as an appology, alright? Free of charge."

Skeptically, Arzek sniffed it before opening his mighty jaw and eatting it with one gulp. "You're not so bad of a human after all, Hubert. I forgive you."

The man reached into his pocket and looked like he pressed something, but Arzek ignored it. "Alright. I'll visit you some other time. Lose some weight while you're at it!"

"Oh sure, fine, whatev-"

"COUNTDOWN INITIATED," a robotic voice said suddenly. Arzek perked his head up and looked up for the source of the voice, only to find out it was in his belly. Did he eat someone just now?

Hubert had that same shit-eatting grin from earlier, giggling like a madman. "Oh, by the way?" he said with a snort. "That was a bomb. Have fun!"

Silence.

"THREE. TWO. ONE."


BOOM. Smoke bellowed from the dragon's mouth as he coughed and cursed Hubert's name, as the scrawny man ran like there was no tomorrow, his laughter echoing through the night.