February 1, 2020 at 3:56 pm #104958February 1, 2020 at 4:54 pm #104961Naiya Dyani@naiya-dyani
Oh and @emberynus-the-dragonslayer it’d be cool for them to run into each other! I mean, our charries have to meet at some point, right? XD
Hearts are like matter--they can be beaten down, torn, and burned, but they cannot be destroyed.February 1, 2020 at 7:31 pm #104979February 1, 2020 at 9:28 pm #104989Esmeralda Gramilton@esmeralda-gramilton
@urwen-starial (and everyone else), of course! Try to keep it as close as possible, but I know that’s going to be kind of hard because Sandrye keeps so much to himself I’m sure even I understand him, and I’m the author ;). But go ahead.
Everyone’s first chapters are so great! 🙂 I think’s it’s a great time to start combining them a little more, so wonderful thinking, everybody! (Also, the meeting idea is a great way to re-figure out who’s characters are working on which side and with who else).
“No-one can judge your worth; They can only influence the judgement of your worth.” ~ElyssoFebruary 2, 2020 at 4:43 pm #105012
I just realized I got the numbers wrong in my post. It’s supposed to be Beta 7.9, not Beta 2.9.
*crawls under a rock*
Alright I’ll do a little more with mine then to get them to the meeting. This time from Jackson’s
perspective. Then if you want to pick up on your end you can and we’ll work out how to bring them together.
Jackson handed the girl the piece of cloth, trying to hide his reluctance. He didn’t particularly like this girl. And she didn’t seem to particularly like him. The only trouble about it was. . . that she was kinda cute.
The girl seemed as reluctant to take the cloth as he was to give it. She mumbled a grudging “Thanks,” and was just about to life it to her head, when she looked down at it and her eyes widened
Jackson waited, inwardly he was prepared to run. If she was a government agent, then he was
in deep trouble. She didn’t look like an agent though.
The next second she dropped the cloth and began digging frantically in her pockets. Her eyes grew wider the more she searched. Finally she pulled her hands from her pockets, her face going white. “She looks scared,” Jackson thought, “Not just scared-“
His thoughts were suddenly cut off. The blood loss and shock were getting to her. She put both
hands on her head and swayed. Her eyes fell shut. Jackson grabbed both her shoulders.
“Steady,” he said quietly, “What’s wrong?”
“It’s- it’s gone!!” her voice trembled as she spoke.
“The message-” she stopped herself, “Why am I telling you this?” as she tried to struggle away from him, he heard tears in her voice. Tears of fear and frustration.
“Cuz’ you’re in trouble and you need help,” Jackson spoke very quietly, holding on to her shoulder’s tighter. If she got away now, he wouldn’t be able to help her.
She opened her eyes and looked him full in the face for the first time, “I don’t need-”
“Don’t be silly! Of course ya do! You’re hurt and you lost something important,” he picked up the
cloth and pressed it to her still-bleeding head, “Now how can I help you?”
She bit her lip and looked into his eyes for a moment before coming back with challenge in her tone, “How do I know I can trust you?”
Jackson shrugged, “It’s simple- you don’t. But I’d say in the position you’re in, it’s worth a try,”
The girl took a deep breath then started talking very fast. Jackson listened hard, trying to keep up with her, “I-I’m a message runner for the rebels. I was carrying an important message that I was supposed to take to Beta 7.9 at the meeting tonight. But a group of teenagers saw the man give it to me. They thought it was money and followed me out here. They caught me and they
must have knocked me out and taken it,”
“Something important alright,” Jackson set his jaw tighter. “So you’re headed to the meeting tonight?”
“Well, we’d better get going. Have to get to that meeting and let them know we lost a message,” Jackson looked at the wound. “The bleeding’s stopped. Wish I could wrap it up for you-”
“No you don’t have to do that, really,”
“You think you can stand?”
“Yeah, I think so,”
Jackson jumped up and held out his hand, stuffing the cloth back into his pocket with the other. “Here I’ll help you,”
The girl looked up at him for a moment, the look of sullenness almost returning. Then she took his hand and let him help her up.
He stood still a moment to let her get her balance, then they hurried on the direction of the meeting place.
Jackson looked over at the girl walking beside him. She still looked a little worried, but she was calmer now. Her brows were furrowed in thought and in the eerie glow of the street lamps she almost looked fierce. Finally he spoke.
“What’s your name?”
She looked up, a slight smile flashed across her mouth and then just a quickly disappeared, “Crecia, Crecia Enves,”
Sleep doesn't help if it's your soul that's tired.February 2, 2020 at 5:17 pm #105013
Okay, one more question. I’m really trying.
What level of technological advancement does this place have? Are there electrical lights and stuff like that, or do they use lamps, or maybe torches? Just asking because I chose my characters to be on the government side, and I’m not sure how to bring them in.
If anyone has an idea on how to bring in a nineteen year old girl into the story who isn’t violent, but also happens to be on the government’s side, please let me know.
How we chose to fight is just as important as what we fight forFebruary 2, 2020 at 5:37 pm #105014
Here, while I figure out how to introduce Tawny I can bring Pasha into the mix.
The dog was hungry, and the smells around him only served to increase his hunger. There wasn’t any food to be found. He couldn’t even smell out a memory of food. Back with his master he’d always had enough to eat. Occasionally he’d been hungry, but it was never this bad.
There was a scuttling sound from the next ally and the dog pricked his ears. There was something alive down there. Maybe it was a person. The dog put what little energy he had left into a jog that carried him to the source of the noise.
There was a man and his son sitting in the alley. They smelled horrible, even to a dog who was used to eating food that wasn’t fit for human consumption. But, the dog didn’t care how bad they smelled. They were people. He wagged his tail in greeting.
The boy looked up. The dog wagged his tail harder. A child was even better than an adult. The dog took a step closer, the tail still wagging with every bit of energy he could spare.
The father stood up and started creeping around behind. The tail stiffened. The dog backed up. There was a strange look in the eyes of these people. Their smell had changed too. It was more dangerous, sharper and it smelled sick.
The father took another step, he spread his arms out and flexed his weak fingers like claws.
The dog jolted. Humans weren’t hunters, that’s what they had dogs for. The boy made a small whining sound. The dog wheeled his head back to him. That was the sound of hunger. Desperate hunger about to be filled.
Some part of his training told the dog that these people needed him. If he stayed with them they would live longer. But, another part of his training was stronger. He needed to live another day. The only one who could lay claim to his life was his master.
The father lunged.
The dog bolted. He was off to find a new master.
How we chose to fight is just as important as what we fight forFebruary 2, 2020 at 6:57 pm #105018Naiya Dyani@naiya-dyani
Note: to make things simple, I’m just going to have Kedori think in English. I did a little bit of internet research and it doesn’t look like that’s usually the case (especially if someone’s born deaf like Kedori) but trying to make things completely accurate would be really difficult. . . so I’m just going to simplify things. XD
@kayla-skywriter Kedori is nonviolent and government side, if this helps at all. I’ll include a hint about a nice girl on the government side in here, and if you want, you can have her be your character. If not, I’ll just make her someone else.
Kedori hurried down the road toward the government office, head down and map clutched tightly in his right hand.
This could break the rebellion, he thought. The whole thing will go to pieces–if they’ll just listen to me.
He had spent all afternoon mentally going over intercepted notes he’d seen and running a pencil lightly over his map. Now he was sure he knew where the rebels were meeting tonight. If those men at the office would listen, they could stop the revolt before they tore the city even more apart.
The problem was, they never did.
Kedori shook his head firmly. He had to try. Maybe they would listen if someone else told them. Someone who wasn’t deaf. Irritation pricked the back of his mind, but he shoved it out of the way. No time to think about that now. There was that girl who worked with the others. She seemed like she might listen to him. Might take his discovery to the others. If she presented it as her own, they might take action on it.
Plan set, Kedori picked up his speed. It was barely an hour till sunset, and the clock was ticking.
Suddenly, a huge, fluffy dog loped out of an alleyway in front of Kedori and stopped just before the road. Kedori screeched to a halt, then smiled at it briefly. Hello, there, he signed with a laugh. If only it had a clue what I was saying, he thought a bit sadly.
The dog looked at him as its ears rose in response. Kedori’s eyebrows quickly followed. Goodness, it’s almost as if it does.
@kayla I hope I didn’t manage to mess Pasha up in that snippet XD
Hearts are like matter--they can be beaten down, torn, and burned, but they cannot be destroyed.February 3, 2020 at 9:04 am #105048
Hey, could you put Sandrye in the doc real quick? Thanks!! 🙂
Sleep doesn't help if it's your soul that's tired.February 3, 2020 at 9:40 am #105054
Is anyone going to use Beta 7.9? Cause I been really thinking about making them be Cade. But I didn’t want to take it if anyone was else was planning on using it.
If that’s okay with you?
Sleep doesn't help if it's your soul that's tired.February 3, 2020 at 9:43 am #105055Thomas (CrØss_Bl₳de)@thewirelessblade
Knock yourself out. I’m barely here anyways.
*Forum Signature here*February 3, 2020 at 9:43 am #105056February 3, 2020 at 11:50 am #105066Urwen Starial@urwen-starial
That’s fine by me, I can’t see my characters being Beta 7.9
"Peace in our time. Imagine that."February 3, 2020 at 12:12 pm #105069Esmeralda Gramilton@esmeralda-gramilton
I’m not sure what you mean. . . or how. . . help?
“No-one can judge your worth; They can only influence the judgement of your worth.” ~ElyssoFebruary 3, 2020 at 12:38 pm #105072Dakota@dakota
@esmeralda-gramilton She is wondering if anyone else is planning to make their role-paly characters into the Beta 7.9 person that Thomas CrosBlade created, the one that was supposed to receive the messages.
Your word I have hidden in my heart,
That I might not sin against You.
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