May 12, 2020 at 4:55 pm #112289Dakota@dakota
@esmeralda-gramilton Cool piece! Good job!
Your word I have hidden in my heart,
That I might not sin against You.May 12, 2020 at 9:19 pm #112319
Thank you!! I hope to do a similar writing session tomorrow. With any luck, inspiration will come and I won’t sit for hours saying, “I should write that story” ever again.
“No-one can judge your worth; They can only influence your judgement of your own worth.” ~ElyssoMay 13, 2020 at 8:02 am #112334Emberynus The Dragonslayer@emberynus-the-dragonslayer
Good job!! You are awesome!! Thank you for working so hard to get something done! I really appreciate the determination it takes to do that! Thank you!
Sold souls and dead promisesMay 13, 2020 at 8:49 am #112337
You’re welcome!!! I’m sorry it took so long to get done. The only ones happy about that are my characters XD.
“No-one can judge your worth; They can only influence your judgement of your own worth.” ~ElyssoMay 13, 2020 at 12:25 pm #112353
Hi there! So, I was wondering what you’d like me to do with Taja since Rin’s unit arrested her, and she’s currently not active in the story. I’m writing Rin’s part, so I was just wondering. 🙂
I do not write the story... the Universe writes the story and I am simply its messenger.May 13, 2020 at 12:34 pm #112354
Are you guys okay with Outopia possibly making a cameo in my WIP? (This is mainly a question for Ember, but I wanted to make sure evryone was good with the idea as well)
One of my characters is currently stranded in an unknown city and I think he might end up in Outopia? If allowed, of course. His name is Tamarin Kell, and it would be an interesting spin on my plot.
Please tell me what you think honestly. 🙂
p.s. Also, I tried to finish Rin’s part before, but I ran into a couple of problems. It’s almost finished now, though. (finally)
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I do not write the story... the Universe writes the story and I am simply its messenger.May 13, 2020 at 12:43 pm #112356Naiya Dyani@naiya-dyani
@mayacat Pfft sure, I don’t mind! 😀 I think it’d be cool!
Hearts are like matter--they can be beaten down, torn, and burned, but they cannot be destroyed.May 13, 2020 at 12:43 pm #112357Naiya Dyani@naiya-dyani
right. . . i’ve gotta get a few parts done too
Hearts are like matter--they can be beaten down, torn, and burned, but they cannot be destroyed.May 13, 2020 at 12:50 pm #112358
Thanks! Hopefully it’d be really interesting.
I do not write the story... the Universe writes the story and I am simply its messenger.May 13, 2020 at 1:19 pm #112359
In the meantime, here’s Rin’s next part.
Rin shielded his eyes from the glaring autumn sun. It was not a welcome sight this early in the morning after two sleepless nights of work. He hadn’t heard anything from Kenma since the night of the raid, which he was counting as a good thing. It meant that no-one had arrested him yet, and they were hopefully in another part of the city.
And that also meant Sunmi was safe. Rin hadn’t seen their younger sister in so long, since he’d taken up a job with the government actually. It hurt him, but it was necessary.
Rin inwardly groaned as he entered his office and saw all the paperwork that still needed done. He sat down tiredly, resting his head on his desk. There was a knock on the door.
Rin sat up straight as an official opened the door. “Commander Amber? They’d like you to question one of the sparrows that were arrested two nights ago.”
Rin raised an eyebrow. “Which one?”
“The boy. He just woke up and ate. The girl’s still sleeping.”
Rin sighed. “Alright. I’ll be right there. What room?”
“Room 6. It’s the most secure.
Rin closed the door behind him as he approached the sparrow. He sat down across from him, checking the clipboard of information that they guards had given him. Nothing really stood out to him in particular.
Name: Singkae Hart
Job: Seemingly unemployed
Family/Relations: None on record
Other Information: Strangely has no family record, seems to be slightly mentally unstable.
The next few lines caught Rin’s eye.
Talks about people not on any record in the city and other places like they’re real. Says his family is from a place called: Victorialle
Has a strange device on his wrist, and one in his ear
Doesn’t seem dangerous, so has been simply handcuffed to steel table
Rin set down the clipboard, studying the young man. He was looking at him with determination, something uncommon with most prisoners. His blonde hair was messy and needed a trim, and his outfit was all black with lots of loops, pockets, and armor-type padding. He certainly seemed out of place in Outopia.
He opened the backpack that had been confiscated from him, digging through the contents. The blonde watched him silently.
There was a large utility belt inside, along with some vials of smoky chemicals and some strange devices. Two cables and some large hooks were tucked into a pocket.
Rin set down the backpack, turning to Singkae. “So, where are you from?”
Singkae’s expression turned guarded. “Why? It doesn’t amount to much anyways. Others have already told me that they can’t send me back.”
Rin frowned. “I’d like to know because I’m the same way. I come from a place that’s not on any of our maps, and I’d like to know what your life was like. Don’t worry, no one else can hear us currently. The report says you have something in your wrist?”
Singkae nodded slowly. He swiped two fingers over his left wrist, and a floating blue projection appeared over it.
Rin leaned forward a little, curiosity peaked. He knew something was wrong, and he’d made up his mind. “Okay. Listen. I want to clear you and get you out of here, so just answer my questions and listen to what I say, and hopefully I can do that. Will you help me out?”
Singkae hesitated but nodded again. “Yes. I need to get back to my family.”
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I do not write the story... the Universe writes the story and I am simply its messenger.May 13, 2020 at 1:23 pm #112361
OOOH!!!! Almsot doen with my next part on Callia, hang on.
“No-one can judge your worth; They can only influence your judgement of your own worth.” ~ElyssoMay 13, 2020 at 1:23 pm #112362
Almost done* XD sorry, I don’t know what my fingers are doing
“No-one can judge your worth; They can only influence your judgement of your own worth.” ~ElyssoMay 13, 2020 at 1:42 pm #112363
I’m going to assume I didn’t annoy anyone and tag you all again. I have a new part. I’m not sure if it’s any good, but hopefully it adds a little to my overdue participation.
Callia traced the words engraved on the rough stone of the alleyway she was in. It made her a little sad to see all of the tiny imperfections in the city, especially because no-one else cared to see them.
She knew if she wanted them to disappear, she had to find the root of the problem. That’s what she’d always been told.
It was the main reason she’d joined the Quill’s team, to help find news for the company. That, and she’d always loved stories. And. . . it was the only way anyone ever told her anything important.
Something caught her eye a little ways ahead, at the end of the alley and in the plaza. It was hard to see what it was under the shadow of the canopies lining the alley, but it almost looked like a fight, between a store owner and a young boy.
She didn’t really want to intrude, but curiosity got the best of her, as usual, and she began to run.
The plaza was much brighter than the alleyway and starting to get busy again, so Callia stuck to the edges, trying to stay out of people’s way.
Despite her efforts, she accidentally tripped on the uneven cobblestones, nearly knocking someone over, and fell to her knees.
“Are you okay?” Callia heard someone ask.
She brushed her orange hair out of her face and looked up.
Someone was standing beside her, offering her a hand to help her up. She took it gratefully.
“I’m fine,” Callia said. “I’m sorry if I got in your way somehow.”
“Don’t worry, I’ve fallen in this plaza more times than I’d like to mention,” the person said. “I wish we had the money to fix it.”
“We?” Callia repeated. “Oh. The city, you mean.” She looked down at the ground. “Me too.”
Callia looked up again and got her first good look at who she was talking to: a boy probably her age, with messy gray-blonde hair and startling gold eyes.
“Yes?” Callia asked.
“You. . . seem sad,” the boy noticed. “Did you get hurt? I can help you, if you need it.”
“No, I’m okay,” Callia said. “I was just thinking about how our city really, really needs some help. A lot of things are failing. I thought when I joined the Quill that I could help people see it, but nobody wants to hear about things like that.”
“I know,” the boy told her. “I wondered if I could when I started helping Outopian Wings, and I found the same problem. People are focusing on all the wrong things. Maybe that’s why the rebels have hid so easily: No-one is looking in the right places.”
“I think so,” Callia admitted. “I’d love a bit more info on the rebels, but haven’t found anything in weeks. Nobody has.”
“I’m hoping that will change soon,” the boy said. “I got permission to start a team for the Wings that will focus on the rebels specifically. Maybe we can find something.”
“That sounds great,” Callia told him. “I wonder. . . if it would be against the rules to help you with that?” A spark of curiosity shown in her blue eyes.
“Probably not, we get help from the Quill all the time,” the boy explained. “What’s your name?”
“Oh, right,” Callia realized she’d forgotten to introduce herself. “My name is Callia Raymi. I’m from the seventh sector.”
“Wesley, from the sixth,” the boy replied. “Please call me Wes, though. Everyone else does.”
“Alright,” Callia said. “Nice to meet you. I. . . should probably get going. I was hoping to find a story here, so I can take a break this afternoon, and-” She stopped, wondering if she was oversharing.
“Can I help with that?” Wes asked, holding out a notebook to her.
“You wouldn’t mind?” Callia asked him, hesitating. She really wanted to accept, but she could probably find a story for herself, and taking one from someone else seemed almost like cheating.
“Of course not,” Wes told her. “Most of the important info gets sent by the Quill to us, anyway, so if it’s any good, I’ll get it back minus the credit. And I’m sure you deserve a break.”
“That’s so kind of you,” Callia said gratefully as she took the book. “Really, you don’t have to do this.”
Wes smiled. “You don’t have to be helping us, either, but you are. And. . . well, if you wanted to take part in the Wings project I’m working on. . .”
“Of course!” Callia said. “Thank you so much for this. I hardly even know you, but. . . I don’t know, I feel like I should help you.”
“Are you sure we haven’t met?”
Now that she thought about it. . . Wes did seem sort of familiar. So was his name. But she didn’t know why or how.
She settled for an “I don’t think so”.
Wes sighed. “Right. I’m not sure what I’m thinking. I just. . . trust you.” He looked down, a little embarrassed.
Callia was getting the impression trusting people wasn’t a normal thing for him, and she was touched by his honesty.
“I want to trust you, too,” Callia told him. “Maybe we should work on your project. What exactly is it, by the way?”
“I’m supposed to find a group of people who will help Outopian WIngs by gathering info on the rebels for us,” Wes explained. “That way the main group can focus on everything else. But since what people really want is the rebels caught. . . we’re just doing everything we can.”
“So is the Quill,” Callia agreed. “Well, I’d love to help with that. I should head back for now, I guess, but this afternoon, I should have nothing. Thank you.”
“Anytime,” Wes promised. “If you have anything you want to give us on the rebels, you can come to our building in the main city.”
“Alright,” Callia said. “See you then, I guess.”
Wes nodded and disappeared into the crowd.
Callia didn’t move for a moment. She knew she shouldn’t, but the ever-curious part of her wondered who he was. Maybe she had met him before.
And even if she hadn’t, now she had. She wanted to get to know him and find out who he really was.
Wow, it’s longer than I thought it’d be. . . and kind of pointless, but something had to happen, I guess. I might delete it later. Hope you like it.
“No-one can judge your worth; They can only influence your judgement of your own worth.” ~ElyssoMay 13, 2020 at 1:55 pm #112365Dakota@dakotaMay 13, 2020 at 6:11 pm #112399
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