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March 17, 2021 at 9:58 pm #126202
Here’s the map, with the new forest. Thanks for being so patient. (sorry about the fingers, it was either that of a huge shadow over it.)
How we chose to fight is just as important as what we fight forFebruary 26, 2021 at 1:36 pm #125330
@dakota Hey, I’m doing good. Thanks for bringing me up to speed. The Rook plan and Government actions sound good to me. The forest is interesting and I’ll try to find that map and add the forest.
Romance is fine with me so long as I don’t have to write it. I have no problem if someone else wants to do it, I just don’t enjoy writing it.
How we chose to fight is just as important as what we fight forFebruary 22, 2021 at 6:26 pm #125109
@dakota I think setting up a google doc would be great. Here is the first part, I did use part of your idea. Hope you like it.
The precinct had seen better days. When the building had first been built the walls had stood proudly at attention, but now they seemed to have lapsed into a sloppy parade rest. Hundreds of officers and detectives had once roamed the halls, attempting to solve the puzzle of crime. Now only a few remained, and even detectives were now forced to carry weapons at all time to protect themselves.
This was where Altan lived, the only work he knew. The Chief had practically raised him, and after his several days absence, he’d been called home.
“You wanted to see me, sir,” Altan said to the back of his red-haired boss.
“Yes,” Chief Flanagan replied as he turned from the window to face his detective, “let me make this absolutely clear. Where the blithering blue blazes have you been?”
“I’m sorry, sir, I had an urgent matter that needed my attention,” the young man rushed to explain.
“And what urgent matter was so important that you didn’t see fit to inform me first?”
Altan paused to be sure of his wording, “I met someone who needed my help.”
“For a full forty-eight hours!” the Chief questioned incredulously. He shook his head, “Altan, you know I try to be patient with you, but please just tell me everything. I don’t have time to play this game.”
“I met a girl.” The words spilled out of his mouth before he could realize what he was saying. He winced. That was not how this was supposed to go.
“A girl!” The Chief exclaimed, his temper stoked. “Altan, I expected more from you.”
“No,” the young detective quickly tried to explain, “it’s not like that. I think I know her from somewhere.”
“Just because you passed her in the street on rounds doesn’t mean that you can just shirk your duty and disappear without notice.”
“No. I… I remember her from before.”
The anger in the Chief’s face extinguished as if someone had dumped water on it. “Oh Altan.” He waited, trying to decide how to proceed. “Did she stir any memories?”
Altan looked down. The Chief waited, after years of working with Altan he’d learned to let him take his time. “Not full ones. It’s more like she made me fully aware that I’d forgotten something. It’s all in the way she talks, and the phrases she uses. It brings something back.”
The Chief nodded slowly, “Well, I am glad you found another lead. However we have a more recent case to work on at the moment.”
Altan nodded and gave the Chief his full attention. This was detective work, not family business.
“There’s been a murder, a young man by the name of Wesley Kossa, he went by Wes.”
“He worked for the government didn’t he?” Altan asked with a bored quirk of his eyebrows. He’d have to be blind not to notice that most of the victims in his work were fellow government employees and most of the men he filled the jails with were the common folk.
“Yes,” Chief Flanagan admitted, “but that doesn’t make him any less deserving of justice.”
“I never said it did,” Altan defended himself.
“Anyway, this hasn’t been made publicly known yet so keep it quiet. If anyone bothers you for details send them to me.”
“I will do that, sir,” Altan answered, “but you haven’t given me any details so spill yet.”
“There aren’t any details yet, that’s for you to find out, Detective Altan Vermilion.”
“Point taken,” Altan acquiesced.
The Chief remained silent for a moment, but did not release his detective. “Altan…” he began, then tapered off as if not certain he wanted to continue.
Chief Flanagan sighed and barged on, “I have decided to issue you a partner.”
Altan’s eyes widened and he opened his mouth to object.
“I know,” Chief Flanagan interjected before Altan could completely disregard protocol. “You think that a partner would only slow you down or some such nonsense. But, I’ve seen her work and she’d be an excellent match for you. She is experienced in the private sector and I believe will be a great hire for the Outopian Police Department.”
Altan bit the inside of his lip to keep from saying something he’d regret. “Who is she?”
“Her name is Latisha Naish. She’ll meet you at the crime scene.”
Altan shifted, deciding something in his mind. “Why?”
“Why are you giving me a partner? Haven’t I proven myself?”
Chief Flanagan pulled himself up straighter and Altan knew he’d gone too far. “Altan. You are a good detective, perhaps one day you will be a brilliant one, but you need to learn your place. You are an officer of the law just like everyone else in this office.”
Altan studied the floor. The tiles could use a good scrubbing.
“That being said…”
Altan chanced a glance up at the Chief.
“ The reason I’m assigning you a partner has nothing to do with your capabilities. Detective Naish is here on a trial basis and you are more familiar with the workings of this building than anyone here, with the possible exception of myself. You were the perfect detective to get her accustomed to this job.
“You also have only minimal field experience, where as she is very capable. You both have much to learn from the other, and it is simply not safe for a detective to go out on to the streets alone. Either I partner my detectives up or I’ll have to assign patrol officers just to keep you safe. If you two are with each other I don’t have to worry about you!”
Altan bit his cheek this time, to keep the smirk from sneaking onto his face. The Chief did care.
Chief Flanagan scowled, letting Altan know his smirk had been noticed. “Dismissed.”
Altan nodded and headed for the door.
The Chief turned back towards his window and stared outside in silence.
“As for this girl you met.”
Altan froze in the doorway.
“Don’t let her distract you, son,” the Chief warned, “the past is gone. You can’t change it and neither can she.”
Altan brow furrowed. He ducked out of the room, closing the door behind him.
How we chose to fight is just as important as what we fight forFebruary 21, 2021 at 7:48 pm #125086
@emberynus-the-dragonslayer Hello to you too. I’m doing well, although I am very busy. I’m currently in the middle of hippology season (hippology is a contest run by 4-H where contestants compete to see who knows more about horses) and so I’ve got either a meet or practice ever week end and they’re all over the state. So… yeah busy but evidently not too busy to write.
@dakota I do not mind Altan having a partner for the investigation, although he might. I don’t share my email over the internet, but if your character’s description is in the doc I’ll look at it there. I’ve had a small part written for the beginning of the investigation for a while. The way I have Altan written is that he’s practically the adopted son of the police chief and also the up and coming detective. So, if that works for you, I can add in the fact that Altan will have a partner and then post that part. If you’d like me to change something to fit your character better I can do that too, just let me know.
How we chose to fight is just as important as what we fight forFebruary 20, 2021 at 7:20 pm #125013February 18, 2021 at 12:29 am #124914
Okay, here is Pasha and Era’s next part. I’m hoping to get another one done soon, but my life is really busy so we’ll see.
Pasha stared at the door.
It didn’t move.
The large dog sighed, chest lifting of the ground before settling back in a new spot. Stay. Wait. That was what his boy had– his master had said. Yes, his master had told him to wait here for him to return. He needed to wait.
But he’d stayed without moving all of yesterday.
Did the boy really know that Pasha’s training demanded that he wait exactly where he’d been? Pasha doubted it. The boy had no idea what Pasha was capable of.
Pasha kicked a leg out behind him, relaxing into a more comfortable position. What would happen if he just stood up for a second, or maybe walked around? That was what the boy had meant. Right? He was just a boy and not a master.
Pasha went still again. He had made the decision to follow this boy. He must obey him as a master, even if that meant teaching him to be one.
A rat jumped down from a low window and ran around the corner. Its tail leaving a scent so strong that Pasha could almost see it.
Drool dripped from Pasha’s jowl and melted through the snow onto the cement below.
Pasha clomped his jowls closed. Mastery of stomach was one of the first lessons. Food came from master.
But the boy wasn’t a master.
The dog’s empty stomach rumbled, echoing off the silent walls.
Another rat startled from a dingy corner, aiming for a hole on the other side of the street.
It didn’t make it.
Pasha snapped up the rat, sickly tail and all. The boy would not care and his old masters were not here.
Pasha returned to his place and lay back down.
The snow began to fall more heavily and soon Pasha was hidden in a drift. His nose tingled with cold, but he didn’t move.
The soft crunch of snow alerted Pasha to another presence outside the prison. His ears pricked to catch the sound and his nose twitched in the snow. His muscles were tight with anticipation, but he didn’t disturb even a single flake.
Then she stepped into the light.
While the snow had matted into Pasha’s fur, making it poof up in undignified clumps, the snow merely added sparkle to the other dog’s coat. She stood alert, watching the door as well.
Whoof. He huffed softly.
Her head whipped around so fast that her feet slid on the ice. She was forced to stick her legs out to balance herself again as her eyes darted around the alley, searching for the source of the noise.
Pasha waited a few more moments, then lunged out of the snow. A wave of snow shot out from his coat and he shook himself to be rid of it.
The sliver dog jumped in surprise and whirled around in excited circles.
Pasha’s tongue lolled out the side of his mouth in a happy grin. Got you.
His angel stopped her mad dance and trotted up to him. She smiled back, tail curling up onto her back like a flag. Where have you been?
Oh, here and there.
She sneezed. There’s snow.
Pasha hung his head and shook his paw to rid himself of a few snowballs that had caked in there. I know.
The angel snapped at the falling flakes. She shivered in the cold, but not hunched up like Pasha. She shook her shimmering coat as if to scatter the energy she felt onto the ground that it might share in the fun. I love snow.
Wanna play again? Her tail flopped a bit to one side and her head tilted to the other.
Pasha looked at the door. His boy had told him to stay. But… he wouldn’t go far.
Okay, Angel. Pasha dropped his head and front legs and waved his tail in the air.
She snapped at the fur on his head. Angel?
Pasha rubbed his nose in the snow and covered it in his paws.
The silver beauty flopped down next to him. I like it. More flattering than Era.
Pasha lifted his head out of the snow and rested it on his paws while he looked up at her.
But… if I’m Angel, then you’ll be Bear.
Pasha shifted, considering. Okay, Angel.
Angel stood up. Okay, Bear. Let’s play. She dashed away, spraying snow in his face.
Bear went bounding after her.
@dakota and @naiya-dyani If you post you next part before I do mine (which is what I’m fairly certain will happen) you should know that Pasha will not be outside the prison when Kedori and Megyn leave. Just thought you should know.
@urwen-starial I hope I didn’t get too out of control with Era (I do really like her name by the way, Angel is not better). I love writing for her.
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How we chose to fight is just as important as what we fight forFebruary 17, 2021 at 11:48 pm #124912
@dakota @naiya-dyani Okay, I’m back. No problem that you’d forgotten Pasha. My plan with him was that he’d be outside the prison. I assumed that he wouldn’t go outside with them, so in the part I’ve been working on he’s just waiting alone. Now that I’ve gotten the go ahead from @urwen-starial I was going to have Pasha and Era meet up outside the prison while Pasha is waiting. So, I’ll try to get my part up either tonight or at least as soon as possible.
How we chose to fight is just as important as what we fight forFebruary 10, 2021 at 11:07 pm #124775
Would you rather have a white Christmas but spend it alone or have a muddy Christmas with all your best friends?
Lonan: I… would… rather… have a muddy Christmas with friends. But… I’ve never seen snow and I don’t have any friends, so I’m not sure I’m qualified to answer.
Altan: I have seen snow, buddy, and I’d rather spend a holiday with you in the muck than look at that freezing slop any day.
Nilam: I would rather have a white Christmas alone. *runs off to make snowmen, snow angles, snow puppies, snow everything*
Would you rather be a sleepwalker or never be able to sleep?
Lonan: I’d rather sleepwalk. That way I get rest and exercise at the same time.
Altan: No thank you. I would rather be awake for my walking.
Nilam: Ohh… let’s change it up and try sleepwalking. I’m tired of not sleeping… or at least I’m not tired, but I don’t want to do it anymore.
Would you rather live your greatest dream, but be disliked by almost everybody, or give up on your dream and be super popular?
Lonan: I want to be super popular. Then someone might care that I gave up my dream.
Altan: Ouch. I’d rather live my greatest dream… if I had one.
Nilam: You guys are sad. Pathetic. Hopeless. I’m running out of synonyms.
Lonan: You never answered the question.
Nilam: I know.
Nilam: Think about how much you like me and you might find out.
Lonan: Have fun living your dream.
How we chose to fight is just as important as what we fight forFebruary 10, 2021 at 10:54 pm #124773
@dakota and @naiya-dyani I liked the new part. Would it work with what you have planed if Pasha was left outside? I didn’t see you mention him, inside so I just assumed he was outside. I’m starting work on his next part tonight, but I can change it if I need to.
@urwen-starial Where is Era? If you don’t mind I was going to have Pasha meet up with her again, so you could either write a short part explaining where she is or I could if you don’t have time. Whatever you decide, Era or no Era, you write a part or only I write, just let me know.
How we chose to fight is just as important as what we fight forNovember 4, 2020 at 10:56 am #121404
Thanks, I found it.
I think that your plan for Dither sounds great. Go ahead.
How we chose to fight is just as important as what we fight forNovember 3, 2020 at 7:13 pm #121400
Yes, I would like Era and Pasha to meet again.
What role are you hoping to give Dither? Who’s Dither?
How we chose to fight is just as important as what we fight forOctober 17, 2020 at 9:34 am #120732
@dakota Ready and willing to write another Pasha part. I’m just going to let Naiya go first.
How we chose to fight is just as important as what we fight forOctober 17, 2020 at 9:31 am #120730
@olivia That’s some great advice
@literatureforthelight Awesome. Thank you for clarifying.
@zee I’ve been writing down all my ideas and the details of the story, I just want to wait before actually writing it. But you’re right. this is likely the best idea I’ve ever had, and I don’t want to waste it.
@josiah Thank you.
Okay everyone. I’ve decided that for now I’m going to put this story to the side. I’ll still probably write some short stories and do some worldbuilding. I may even get around to outlining the plot. But my main focus will be on short stories first and then a practice novel or two.
Thank you for all the help.
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How we chose to fight is just as important as what we fight forOctober 15, 2020 at 11:06 am #120661October 15, 2020 at 11:02 am #120660
Thanks, that makes a lot of sense. I’ll probable try that.
Thank you, I do struggle with plot especially in larger works. I’ll use that.
That view does help, I’ll keep that in mind. But… What’s a Panster?
Yeah, I’m more like a kid ready to order off the adult menu than a five-year old preparing a gourmet feast, but I’ll keep challenging myself.
That is what I’m planning on at this point. As for the last question… I haven’t written any books. I haven’t even finished the first draft of a novel.
You all are being so helpful, thank you.
How we chose to fight is just as important as what we fight for