Raiza Moran is probably the one character in the KMV who really qualifies as 'no name given'--it's an alias, and unlike Lancer/Antinomy/Nightmare she doesn't appear to have a real name, or at least I don't know it. She's also the primary character classed as 'entirely able to out-shoot Alexander, in every situation ever.' This is admittedly unusual in that she's from a normally 'realistic' universe.
Unfortunately she also has pretty bad luck, as far as story events go. Most of her informants sort of wind up dying right before she gets there, for instance, rather than right after.
I consider her pretty impressive, considering that even with the horrid luck she still has managed to actually survive to 40 (-ish, as with most KMV age figures) as a full-time henchman.
Raiza and Mona are totally the leaders of the Official Henchman Union, though. As said union has a ranking system based on seniority, Klingon promotions, and genre-savviness, this is pretty good.
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Monday, August 18, 2008
Friday, November 16, 2007
our robot overlords did I say overlords I meant protectors
Orbital Research Lagrange Station Chiron β - December 25, 310 XGY
"Don't blame me about this one," Sterling finally said from the other side of the enclave constructed from a couple of barely sufficiently thick force fields. "I did my best to try to teach them about life and what it's worth."
"Doesn't matter much if they're all trying to kill us..." Julien was examining the ruined bits of about half of her dematerialization gun in a way which was about half detached and half impatient. "Incidentally, if you could explain the whole warrior robot race thing to us--"
"I'm a mad scientist!" he replied, defensively. "Logic doesn't really figure into the whole affair, apart from a few glancing blows in a back alley somewhere."
From somewhere around the corner, a piercingly intense flicker of blue light and an electrical crackle gave the others enough of a warning to deactivate part of the force field still undergoing fire as Mikkau ducked under its shielding. Immediately afterwards a number of bullets slammed back into the floor behind him as the shield went back up, vaporizing the rest of the latest volley.
After snatching his staff focuser from where it had landed beside him, the newest arrival began blasting over his shoulder through the shield as best he could, despite the energy dispersion due to that sort of thing. "Right then! Can we move this thing towards the exit?"
"No," both of the others said in more or less unison.
"Explain why not." Mikkau turned around, in order to better handle what recoil there was.
Julien sort of stared off into space in a somewhat innocent manner. "I didn't design it to be moved, you know."
The staff clattered to the ground as its wielder focused one of his better irritated piercing stares at her. "And you built a non-movable, immensely powerful force-shield generator in the middle of a robot war uprising far away from any entrances or other safe spots why?..."
"Madness tends to imply a lack of logical forethought."
"Riiiight." Mikkau was quite clearly considering the many pleasant possibilities offered in the way of hitting his head against solid objects nearby. "I forgot about that. While working with the Bureau my mind must have been rewired to expect scientific advances to make any sort of sense. I should really get that fixed." His facial expression reset to a vaguely stony silence as he picked up the staff again and continued a largely vain attempt to clear the area around them.
Sterling gestured at the staff in his hands by way of making a point. "You build that, put in the extra work to go back and power it down to become a powerful stun versus a kill setting, and then criticize our logic?"
"That should be self-evident," Mikkau said between gritting his teeth, "as it's what I'm in the process of doing."
Part of the shield near them began unexpectedly collapsing, forcing Julien to give part of the generator yet another kick. Even the boundless applications of Kicking Technology were beginning to die down due to the extended miniature siege situation they had recently found themselves in; the kitchen had gone out of their reach a few hours earlier, and at this point the trail mix bars and dark chocolate were wearing a bit thin.
[A/N: For some reason, too much music. Another vignette. If I keep making these up out of nowhere, I can completely avoid actually finishing my novel...]
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
CBN - Alexander
Alexander X. Kuiper
Age: 17-25 (multiple story, timeline divergence focus, cover IDs...)
Psuedoclass: Water OS, Head of Central Administration Bureau of Interdimensional Communications and Research [Lawful Good]
Homeworld: Sigeki, numerous others
History: Most of it has been pretty fragmented, quite on purpose. The backstory everyone considers him having and the backstory he seems to actually possess are... unidentifiable in relation to eachother.
In theory, Alexander Kuiper is the child of Dale Kuiper and Serena, whose former name seems to have gotten lost somewhere in the paperwork, although most people could swear it started with a T. This family lived in a fairly large city, befitting Dale's position as a fairly renowned navigator, in the southern hemisphere and to the west of the subcapital on Sigeki-the-planet. At about 19 he began working for the Central Administration in an office at the subcapital itself.
In practice, Alexander Kuiper is still the child of Dale and Serena (Trevelyan, this time). Although they tended to live in the same city, certain circumstances (i.e. this whole renowned navigator idea and the other whole renowned interuniversal personable rogue idea) tended to prevent any of the three from actually living in the same general area at the same general time. Overall he spent more time with his mother than his father, and is thus significantly more accustomed to the idea of a multiverse than anyone else in Sigeki-the-world-as-a-whole, leading them in knowledge by about ten years. At about 17 he began working for the Central Administration in a fairly minor desk job, aiding with supply routing, in an office at the subcapital itself.
After the first few battles in the Origin War's first half, before it suddenly adopted a mildly cosmic scale, he decided to wander out and save at least a few cities from being totally sacked. Within about six months he was commanding a fairly large base. Within another two, he was presumed dead and not exactly welcomed back with open arms by the Administration, which had hung up Under New Management signs in a way which was a bit too forceful.
For about another six months he adopted another pretense of working for a mercenary interested third-party group, until his former boss decided to go all-out and attempt to capture the author herself. They got the wrong person, of course, and he ended up inextricably part of the main character party and with certain overly-destructive elemental abilities that he didn't end up using much, because... overly destructive.
Less than a year after that, he was finding himself a minor hero, and the Administration had firmly kicked out the scraps of the New Management signs. One of its first new acts was to conclude quite reasonably that having a staff of people to prevent people from doing that sort of thing again was a good idea, and having quite noticed this minor hero viewpoint they decided that someone with military experience and a bit of an edge in experience would be helpful. The PR advantage of picking him in particular was, of course, overlooked entirely and not really noticed until after they'd appointed him head. At nineteen. Or twenty-one. Take your pick.
Since then much of his work is still back to being a desk job, with the occasional specific conflict with the CMD or IEC or an unaffiliated madman deciding to be nihilistic, or a survey mission when nobody else manages to show up. He also devotes thought as to gaining a three-letter acronym for his organization. Maybe later.
Ability Diagnostic Data: As hinted, he doesn't end up using the inbuilt elemental function he possesses much. For what it's worth he has the ability to telekinetically control water, which can be utilized as with most for both offensive and defensive functions. He is certainly in the class of being one of the Nice Ones that you should Beware; although it may not be as targetable as some of the OS abilities, it has some of the largest potential for region-wide destruction.
He also appears to have immensely high (relative) intelligence, being the son of someone who had a pre-exceptional magometrist strength, although his thinking patterns are certainly more logically grounded than magometrists. Er, of the Trevelyan type in particular. What Spherian-styled abilities he exhibits beyond this are limited to a minor-level empathy, which he uses to his advantage. It is plausible that he could weaponize this ability to influence the emotions of others, but it's never been tested because it would be immensely out-of-character for him to do so.
Other Notes: Despite being young to the point of total implausibility and having two distinct sets of abilities, he seems to only hover somewhere near Level 8 on mary sue litmus tests. Well, other gender. Still.
This is most likely because he's also nice and thinks well of others to the point of total implausibility, although since the Origin War the disadvantageous side effects have been considerably tempered. One of the advantages to this is that he does seem to have people behave to his expectations, although whether this is actually him or a subconscious bit of well-placed, empathic arm-twisting is just a bit vague.
He seems to have a bit of natural aptitude for higher-class CAS ships, not least the one that the Bureau has appropriated and refitted as its designated flagship.
And should really be getting a higher score on MSLTs, but I've already mentioned that.
Age: 17-25 (multiple story, timeline divergence focus, cover IDs...)
Psuedoclass: Water OS, Head of Central Administration Bureau of Interdimensional Communications and Research [Lawful Good]
Homeworld: Sigeki, numerous others
History: Most of it has been pretty fragmented, quite on purpose. The backstory everyone considers him having and the backstory he seems to actually possess are... unidentifiable in relation to eachother.
In theory, Alexander Kuiper is the child of Dale Kuiper and Serena, whose former name seems to have gotten lost somewhere in the paperwork, although most people could swear it started with a T. This family lived in a fairly large city, befitting Dale's position as a fairly renowned navigator, in the southern hemisphere and to the west of the subcapital on Sigeki-the-planet. At about 19 he began working for the Central Administration in an office at the subcapital itself.
In practice, Alexander Kuiper is still the child of Dale and Serena (Trevelyan, this time). Although they tended to live in the same city, certain circumstances (i.e. this whole renowned navigator idea and the other whole renowned interuniversal personable rogue idea) tended to prevent any of the three from actually living in the same general area at the same general time. Overall he spent more time with his mother than his father, and is thus significantly more accustomed to the idea of a multiverse than anyone else in Sigeki-the-world-as-a-whole, leading them in knowledge by about ten years. At about 17 he began working for the Central Administration in a fairly minor desk job, aiding with supply routing, in an office at the subcapital itself.
After the first few battles in the Origin War's first half, before it suddenly adopted a mildly cosmic scale, he decided to wander out and save at least a few cities from being totally sacked. Within about six months he was commanding a fairly large base. Within another two, he was presumed dead and not exactly welcomed back with open arms by the Administration, which had hung up Under New Management signs in a way which was a bit too forceful.
For about another six months he adopted another pretense of working for a mercenary interested third-party group, until his former boss decided to go all-out and attempt to capture the author herself. They got the wrong person, of course, and he ended up inextricably part of the main character party and with certain overly-destructive elemental abilities that he didn't end up using much, because... overly destructive.
Less than a year after that, he was finding himself a minor hero, and the Administration had firmly kicked out the scraps of the New Management signs. One of its first new acts was to conclude quite reasonably that having a staff of people to prevent people from doing that sort of thing again was a good idea, and having quite noticed this minor hero viewpoint they decided that someone with military experience and a bit of an edge in experience would be helpful. The PR advantage of picking him in particular was, of course, overlooked entirely and not really noticed until after they'd appointed him head. At nineteen. Or twenty-one. Take your pick.
Since then much of his work is still back to being a desk job, with the occasional specific conflict with the CMD or IEC or an unaffiliated madman deciding to be nihilistic, or a survey mission when nobody else manages to show up. He also devotes thought as to gaining a three-letter acronym for his organization. Maybe later.
Ability Diagnostic Data: As hinted, he doesn't end up using the inbuilt elemental function he possesses much. For what it's worth he has the ability to telekinetically control water, which can be utilized as with most for both offensive and defensive functions. He is certainly in the class of being one of the Nice Ones that you should Beware; although it may not be as targetable as some of the OS abilities, it has some of the largest potential for region-wide destruction.
He also appears to have immensely high (relative) intelligence, being the son of someone who had a pre-exceptional magometrist strength, although his thinking patterns are certainly more logically grounded than magometrists. Er, of the Trevelyan type in particular. What Spherian-styled abilities he exhibits beyond this are limited to a minor-level empathy, which he uses to his advantage. It is plausible that he could weaponize this ability to influence the emotions of others, but it's never been tested because it would be immensely out-of-character for him to do so.
Other Notes: Despite being young to the point of total implausibility and having two distinct sets of abilities, he seems to only hover somewhere near Level 8 on mary sue litmus tests. Well, other gender. Still.
This is most likely because he's also nice and thinks well of others to the point of total implausibility, although since the Origin War the disadvantageous side effects have been considerably tempered. One of the advantages to this is that he does seem to have people behave to his expectations, although whether this is actually him or a subconscious bit of well-placed, empathic arm-twisting is just a bit vague.
He seems to have a bit of natural aptitude for higher-class CAS ships, not least the one that the Bureau has appropriated and refitted as its designated flagship.
And should really be getting a higher score on MSLTs, but I've already mentioned that.
Sunday, September 02, 2007
IH: Perihelion - Day 1
Chapter 01 - Exodus
She tapped her fingers against the mildly chilly external window idly, staring out of it at the black void as far as she could before it faded out into a vague grey. "I'm not going to ask you anymore... why is the Central Administration so interested in me? What have I done?"
The single red eye stared serenely back. "That is not your business. ... Yet. The local commander will alert you to your purpose at earliest convenience."
"You do know that I have a legal basis for complai--" she began in turn, before a large explosion stopped her voice mid-sentence, throwing her abruptly into the window as opposed to being cliche-edly thrown into the other side of the room due to the seatbelts present in the majority of Berdit-class ships.
Lasers or plasma bolts or whatever they were flew by her window. She had already become rather possessive of the window, for that matter, as she pushed away the android who had attempted to get a better look in favor of leaning closer to the glass surface herself. After a few seconds of what passed for a glare on that particular mode of unfeeling metallic head, the robot rushed back out into the hallway.
She simply ended up staring out of the window once more, this time at the opposing ship. It seemed to predominantly be painted green and a vague dark grey shade which almost matched the faded aether surrounding it—not a scheme she was immediately familiar with. Another set of beam... objects flew past the window, this time finding impact on the end of the engine room. The response from the ship's autonomics was a predictable and immensely loud click, instantly followed by a loud whining alarm burst.
Evacuate immediately... 00. 05. 58 estimated until main reentry begins.
She leapt from the seat as the door of the cell room clanged open with a ... clang, followed by the noise of about five more troop robots rushing down the hall outdoors. Rapidly she followed them in turn, glancing at the signs posted on each hatch she passed.
A female, perfectly and oddly calm voice echoed across the PA system: "We have a little problem with our entry sequence, so we may experience some slight turbulence... and then explode..."
She finally found what she was seeking, a single hatch prominently labeled something along the lines of 'emergency' and 'pod hold usable'. As she was in what was evidently classed as a science fiction story, aboard a mildly exploding space ship, anything involving an emergency escape pod seemed preferable to staying aboard said space ship. A few seconds' worth of twisting a strangely intricate series of knobs and so on later, the door opened, revealing an evidently equally intricate series of mostly-blinking lights in the midst of a cone-like pod. In a flying leap she cleared the back of the one chair in the craft, landing somewhat awkwardly before straightening her posture and breaking a typical guard of unusually thin glass above a fairly large red button, which she promptly slammed the side of her fist down upon to send the pod flying safely away from the actual craft, as it began plummeting towards another part of the planet below ...
--
The blunt-bodied cone managed a bit more epic firey descent before it finally corkscrewed into the scattered patches of sand and grass beneath, leaving a trail of upturned dirt mixing sand and topsoil behind it. Its one seat gyrated in place as rapidly as possible, which happened to be not quite rapidly enough, leaving her just un-dizzy enough to slam down another green button (matching the red one previously mentioned in a general sort of way) and open the door before quite effectively collapsing out of the door in a state describable at best as semi-conscious.
Beyond that point, the next few... units of time sort of blurred in much the same manner that sleep did, absent closed eyes for the majority and with closed eyes for a minor period of time towards the end. Upon reopening them, she concluded that this period of time had been for the most part just long enough for a fighter to somehow have landed within ten yards without reawakening her.
Also, long enough for a gun barrel to be pointed at her head, currently within about ten inches of her face, also without awakening her. It was almost perfectly utilitarian, entirely of the typical matte gray plastic-metal combination of which Central Administration firearms had been made until about three months ago. Only its handle seemed to have changed, evidently modified to have a better-looking and evidently well-varnished grip made of a dark red wood. On this grip rested a gloved left hand.
... which belonged to a (vaguely familiar) figure leaning against a rock, his right hand supporting his head in a way which suggested he would have gone to sleep if she had just waited for about five more minutes. She would have muttered something sufficiently disparaging if she had not felt threatened enough by the gun barrel to remain silent.
The figure sighed, shifting back onto his feet while keeping the gun leveled at her in a predictably experienced manner. "Soooo here we are then, and I'm not even sure why everyone is so deeply intrigued by your existence but they are, and so if you would just come with me without actually doing anything as deeply stupid as I get the impression you would given half a chance..." He paused. "Oh. The name's Lowen, lady. Sarisa Zoness, I presume."
"I knew I recognized you from somewhere." Sarisa said.
"Purple hair, red eyes, yeah. It's pretty distinctive." He nodded, evidently deciding she was nonthreatening for the moment and lowering the gun. "So, coming?"
"Out of curiosity, how would I have gotten off this particular rock without aid?"
"That would have been your problem." Lowen said, turning to the fighter and beginning to walk. Sarisa followed at a medium level of distance.
[a/n] Yes, I did name a ship class the Berdit. I should give it a design. Eventually.
Friday, August 10, 2007
character profile v2 - julien trevelyan
Age: ???
Psuedoclass: Worldwalker / Gadgeteer Genius [Chaotic Good]
Homeworld: The Sphere
History: Generally speaking, Julien was among the first (if not the first) main characters present in the KMV after it reset. Perhaps because of this, not much in the way of a family history exists for her; for all practical purposes she began existing when she first arrived at Polyscience as a student, where after about six years she entered into competition for a faculty position at the same with one Sterling Donovan. In the end, she exposed a past epic research-stealing incident, after which her position was duly cemented. Around five years' worth of research later, Julien abruptly resigned to move up north into the middle of nowhere, holing up in a familiar dark red front door-ed mansion.
A year after this, the Magometry Research Agency dispatched a field agent to locate her and monitor unusual behavior. Several months later that agent's cover was debunked, and both the MRA and Julien became aware of Sterling's return. At the end of the parallel file known as Prismatic, she was simply left at the edge of the world, watching the remnants of his plan dissipate into the void between universes...
Yet another year later, she vanished with her mansion overnight in what seemed like a soundless explosion which released several unidentified forms of energy.
Since this, among other things, Julien manufactured a one-off method for copying character data (creating Serena Kuiper) and began refining the world-walking engine prototype responsible for her earlier disappearance. Presently, she is traveling the KMV at semirandom, seeking two other 'uniques'...
Ability Diagnostic Data: Julien is one of the scant few able to traverse the KMV without technological assistance; this innate version consumes large amounts of energy, however (one of the reasons for her relatively rapid innovations in the field). With the use of the energy source known only as The Pencil, this ability enlarges to allow a limited form of time travel. (All uses of this jury-rigged time machine is carefully watched by the author. Neither potential time paradox result would be good.)
Other Notes: In Sigeki, several limited variants of the Trevelyan/Donovan-model transworld engine are sold by a single company founded some time ago. Serena generally takes over its running in the absence of the original, and both work with the Central Administration reasonably often (although rarely in person, for obvious reasons...)
Serena tends to wear blue and grey, while Julien wears red and white; both also tend to use different hairstyles, for the same reason that identical twins tend to.
The new glider she uses appears to be 30% Unit Zero, 30% 'Goblin Glider', 30% Mehve and 10% Fenrir/TARDIS/Other. She seems to be capable of summoning and controlling it mentallly, and can stand on it through turns and so on with minimal visible attachment, possibly through the use of magnetic force.
Psuedoclass: Worldwalker / Gadgeteer Genius [Chaotic Good]
Homeworld: The Sphere
History: Generally speaking, Julien was among the first (if not the first) main characters present in the KMV after it reset. Perhaps because of this, not much in the way of a family history exists for her; for all practical purposes she began existing when she first arrived at Polyscience as a student, where after about six years she entered into competition for a faculty position at the same with one Sterling Donovan. In the end, she exposed a past epic research-stealing incident, after which her position was duly cemented. Around five years' worth of research later, Julien abruptly resigned to move up north into the middle of nowhere, holing up in a familiar dark red front door-ed mansion.
A year after this, the Magometry Research Agency dispatched a field agent to locate her and monitor unusual behavior. Several months later that agent's cover was debunked, and both the MRA and Julien became aware of Sterling's return. At the end of the parallel file known as Prismatic, she was simply left at the edge of the world, watching the remnants of his plan dissipate into the void between universes...
Yet another year later, she vanished with her mansion overnight in what seemed like a soundless explosion which released several unidentified forms of energy.
Since this, among other things, Julien manufactured a one-off method for copying character data (creating Serena Kuiper) and began refining the world-walking engine prototype responsible for her earlier disappearance. Presently, she is traveling the KMV at semirandom, seeking two other 'uniques'...
Ability Diagnostic Data: Julien is one of the scant few able to traverse the KMV without technological assistance; this innate version consumes large amounts of energy, however (one of the reasons for her relatively rapid innovations in the field). With the use of the energy source known only as The Pencil, this ability enlarges to allow a limited form of time travel. (All uses of this jury-rigged time machine is carefully watched by the author. Neither potential time paradox result would be good.)
Other Notes: In Sigeki, several limited variants of the Trevelyan/Donovan-model transworld engine are sold by a single company founded some time ago. Serena generally takes over its running in the absence of the original, and both work with the Central Administration reasonably often (although rarely in person, for obvious reasons...)
Serena tends to wear blue and grey, while Julien wears red and white; both also tend to use different hairstyles, for the same reason that identical twins tend to.
The new glider she uses appears to be 30% Unit Zero, 30% 'Goblin Glider', 30% Mehve and 10% Fenrir/TARDIS/Other. She seems to be capable of summoning and controlling it mentallly, and can stand on it through turns and so on with minimal visible attachment, possibly through the use of magnetic force.
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
PROLOGUE - CHRONICLE OF REBIRTH
...
The story begins like this...
There was, at first, a still unknown person. She wielded the power of creation over her own mind. And within herself she crafted humans, their stories, and their world as it amused her. And so this world, forged from the desires of its forger, lived on for a time as it was.
However, times change. And as the creator grew, she grew to dislike her world, the antiquated techniques she had used and the influences which she felt appeared too obvious.
A cataclysm befell this old universe, crashing into all in its path as she wished. Their creator removed this old world from existence as it amused her, as she had created it according to her amusement.
Artifacts survived. A scant few of the stories remained alive as viewed through the dim glass of the intervening years, told through those who had come into possession of these artifacts as myths and legends.
Only six bloodlines survived this catastrophe; they became powerful as the abilities they had possessed in the ancient world grew to fruition once again.
However, just as quickly, these abilities vanished. The new world which had replaced the ancient one became unstable. One of the creator's other creations was used as a catalyst, dividing the remnants of the ancient world and the existence of the new world into
barely-seperated versions of the same planet, offset only by a scant few steps on the interuniversal scale.
Once more, relative peace reigned. Another main threat to the fragility of the now-extant multiverse had not resurfaced for the typical round figure of almost 1000 years as measured by the denizens of both worlds.
...
But temporary peace does not lead to permanence.
That long divided must unite...
[A/N] Yes, I finally began actually rewriting IH1/IH: Perihelion. This is just a rough draft of the (excessively ominous) prologue. And yes, the elemental-structure existed before Sigeki and Sideworld were concieved--as implied, this isn't the only KMV there's ever been. Yes, the catalyst creation's identity should be obvious. Iris was probably the means that ... well, I ... used to destroy the old KMV. (Yes, I did have to throw in just one more wanton Romance ref. Or homage. There are still microscopic bits of the original mythos left! It's still apt! Except it's not, but...)
And one last yes; you should probably post a comment asking to have it sent / email me / give me your address if you're not Elf, UZ, or Sarai. (Elf--if you don't use your MSN as an email, please tell me.)
Not as if anyone besides them reads this blog. That's just in case. Juuuust in case...
The story begins like this...
There was, at first, a still unknown person. She wielded the power of creation over her own mind. And within herself she crafted humans, their stories, and their world as it amused her. And so this world, forged from the desires of its forger, lived on for a time as it was.
However, times change. And as the creator grew, she grew to dislike her world, the antiquated techniques she had used and the influences which she felt appeared too obvious.
A cataclysm befell this old universe, crashing into all in its path as she wished. Their creator removed this old world from existence as it amused her, as she had created it according to her amusement.
Artifacts survived. A scant few of the stories remained alive as viewed through the dim glass of the intervening years, told through those who had come into possession of these artifacts as myths and legends.
Only six bloodlines survived this catastrophe; they became powerful as the abilities they had possessed in the ancient world grew to fruition once again.
However, just as quickly, these abilities vanished. The new world which had replaced the ancient one became unstable. One of the creator's other creations was used as a catalyst, dividing the remnants of the ancient world and the existence of the new world into
barely-seperated versions of the same planet, offset only by a scant few steps on the interuniversal scale.
Once more, relative peace reigned. Another main threat to the fragility of the now-extant multiverse had not resurfaced for the typical round figure of almost 1000 years as measured by the denizens of both worlds.
...
But temporary peace does not lead to permanence.
That long divided must unite...
[A/N] Yes, I finally began actually rewriting IH1/IH: Perihelion. This is just a rough draft of the (excessively ominous) prologue. And yes, the elemental-structure existed before Sigeki and Sideworld were concieved--as implied, this isn't the only KMV there's ever been. Yes, the catalyst creation's identity should be obvious. Iris was probably the means that ... well, I ... used to destroy the old KMV. (Yes, I did have to throw in just one more wanton Romance ref. Or homage. There are still microscopic bits of the original mythos left! It's still apt! Except it's not, but...)
And one last yes; you should probably post a comment asking to have it sent / email me / give me your address if you're not Elf, UZ, or Sarai. (Elf--if you don't use your MSN as an email, please tell me.)
Not as if anyone besides them reads this blog. That's just in case. Juuuust in case...
Monday, January 22, 2007
standardized naming conventions
A full list of plots presently in my head, presumably by timeline. Prismatic's location is a bit fuzzy. It has to be, logically, before Serena's appearance and significantly before KC/DeM... possibly the first story chronological in the 'new kmv'. I'm not sure.
Church Organ 1/2 have to be in between IH:Peri and 50W, as the Agents are active and 'Agent U.' isn't yet in the Dark Odyssey Collective universe.
Yes, 2005/2004 both have Official Rewrite Titles for some random reason (largely because I now have a number of prequels and just calling 05 'the prequel' gets confusing)
Anything not IH/Pris/50W is a Distinctly Unfinished Story Which Is Probably Short. I can't even remember what LHS stands for, but it sounds odd enough.
(Prismatic/2006-B)?
IH 2005/Prequel = IH : Aphelion
IH 2004/Original = IH : Perihelion
(Church Organ Mel. 1/2)?
(LHS)?
50 Ways to Steal the Hope Diamond/2006-A
IH : Keystone Crisis
IH : Deus ex Machina (more properly Dea ex Machina--but who's counting?)
Yes, this will have made very little sense to the vast majority of people, in all probability.
Church Organ 1/2 have to be in between IH:Peri and 50W, as the Agents are active and 'Agent U.' isn't yet in the Dark Odyssey Collective universe.
Yes, 2005/2004 both have Official Rewrite Titles for some random reason (largely because I now have a number of prequels and just calling 05 'the prequel' gets confusing)
Anything not IH/Pris/50W is a Distinctly Unfinished Story Which Is Probably Short. I can't even remember what LHS stands for, but it sounds odd enough.
(Prismatic/2006-B)?
IH 2005/Prequel = IH : Aphelion
IH 2004/Original = IH : Perihelion
(Church Organ Mel. 1/2)?
(LHS)?
50 Ways to Steal the Hope Diamond/2006-A
IH : Keystone Crisis
IH : Deus ex Machina (more properly Dea ex Machina--but who's counting?)
Yes, this will have made very little sense to the vast majority of people, in all probability.
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
lengthy PRI excerpt
"Okay, fine, if you want to be a joy-killing not particularly good love interest—"
"I protest that statement!"
"—or whatever you call yourself, I'll explain in a flashback."
"Why a flashback? Can't you just tell me, I don't know, in plain text?"
"Fine, fine, if you just want to be a spoil sport."
"Can we get on with this whole explanation?"
"Sure." She glared at him again. "So, as you know, we were not exactly doing very well against Sterling all things considered. Then, thankfully, a large explosion happened during which you got that rather irritating-looking head wound, which you really should bandage. A large zeppelin appeared from somewhere deep within the fabric of space-time or time-space and came very close to crushing Sterling himself; in actuality, it failed and only knocked him equally unconscious, thanklessly."
"That much," Mikkau said, "I remember."
"At that point you did... something quite thoroughly stupid, I don't remember exactly what myself and she can't think of anything, which gave you that head wound. The zeppelin dispatched an entire battalion of presumably Swedish pirate ninjas which promptly for some presumably-tenuous reason decided to kidnap us. After some time of traveling we wound up here. I hadn't been searched properly as they only took my gunblade; my screwdriver was close at hand, and I spent the next forty-five minutes disabling the various security measures they had in place. Hardly high quality stuff. As soon as I poked my head out into the corridor, those two attacked me; one was wielding my gunblade which I promptly retrieved and went about doing that to them."
"Oh. Thanks for the exposition, I don't know how the author would have functioned without it."
"HA!" She shouted, pointing at him accusingly.
"What?"
"You broke the fourth wall! You refused to break the fourth wall until now, but you finally did it! If we get back alive, Kuruta owes me several hundred dollars' worth in various raw materials."
"Fourth wall?"
"You mentioned the author, therefore you broke the fourth wall."
"What is this fourth wall of which you speak?"
"When a character in a fictional story refers to the fact that they are in a fictional story, as opposed of course to a real story."
"Wait, we're in a fictional story?"
"She's telling a terrible story, though it shouldn't diminish her glory."
"Except she's unmarried and we aren't pirates."
"Wait, you keep swapping between acknowledging this fact and denying it. What are you trying to pull, Mikkau?"
"Trying to pull? I don't know what you're talking about."
"Rrrrr, you're so irritating."
"And shouldn't we, you know, be getting out of here before the presumably deadly Swedish pirate ninjas, which are supposed to be simply Swedish pirates except for errors inserted by the author in an earlier scene—"
"—you're doing it again—"
"—find this entire mess and do something entirely reasonable such as for instance killing us? I have an allergy to death."
"You're kidding."
"No." Mikkau brought out some small piece of paper from the pocket underneath his jacket, placing it on the ground. "I have a doctor's note and everything, you know."
After a moment of studying it, Julien looked back up. "Um..."
"I protest that statement!"
"—or whatever you call yourself, I'll explain in a flashback."
"Why a flashback? Can't you just tell me, I don't know, in plain text?"
"Fine, fine, if you just want to be a spoil sport."
"Can we get on with this whole explanation?"
"Sure." She glared at him again. "So, as you know, we were not exactly doing very well against Sterling all things considered. Then, thankfully, a large explosion happened during which you got that rather irritating-looking head wound, which you really should bandage. A large zeppelin appeared from somewhere deep within the fabric of space-time or time-space and came very close to crushing Sterling himself; in actuality, it failed and only knocked him equally unconscious, thanklessly."
"That much," Mikkau said, "I remember."
"At that point you did... something quite thoroughly stupid, I don't remember exactly what myself and she can't think of anything, which gave you that head wound. The zeppelin dispatched an entire battalion of presumably Swedish pirate ninjas which promptly for some presumably-tenuous reason decided to kidnap us. After some time of traveling we wound up here. I hadn't been searched properly as they only took my gunblade; my screwdriver was close at hand, and I spent the next forty-five minutes disabling the various security measures they had in place. Hardly high quality stuff. As soon as I poked my head out into the corridor, those two attacked me; one was wielding my gunblade which I promptly retrieved and went about doing that to them."
"Oh. Thanks for the exposition, I don't know how the author would have functioned without it."
"HA!" She shouted, pointing at him accusingly.
"What?"
"You broke the fourth wall! You refused to break the fourth wall until now, but you finally did it! If we get back alive, Kuruta owes me several hundred dollars' worth in various raw materials."
"Fourth wall?"
"You mentioned the author, therefore you broke the fourth wall."
"What is this fourth wall of which you speak?"
"When a character in a fictional story refers to the fact that they are in a fictional story, as opposed of course to a real story."
"Wait, we're in a fictional story?"
"She's telling a terrible story, though it shouldn't diminish her glory."
"Except she's unmarried and we aren't pirates."
"Wait, you keep swapping between acknowledging this fact and denying it. What are you trying to pull, Mikkau?"
"Trying to pull? I don't know what you're talking about."
"Rrrrr, you're so irritating."
"And shouldn't we, you know, be getting out of here before the presumably deadly Swedish pirate ninjas, which are supposed to be simply Swedish pirates except for errors inserted by the author in an earlier scene—"
"—you're doing it again—"
"—find this entire mess and do something entirely reasonable such as for instance killing us? I have an allergy to death."
"You're kidding."
"No." Mikkau brought out some small piece of paper from the pocket underneath his jacket, placing it on the ground. "I have a doctor's note and everything, you know."
After a moment of studying it, Julien looked back up. "Um..."
Friday, December 22, 2006
brief announcement
Phase 1. Chapter 1. Begun.
I deny that EK's constant 'let me see your nanos' pleas had anything to do with this.
No, really.
I deny that EK's constant 'let me see your nanos' pleas had anything to do with this.
No, really.
"With a few clicks, the cell door reopened, and the two began rushing down the hallway. Stealthily, like insane bunnies who for some reason needed to also be stealthy. The ship seemed curiously abandoned, as if a virus had approached the board and killed all of the Swedish pirate ninjas who had formerly been rather critical to its operation as a flying entity; Julien herself found this development extremely unsettling, considering the various things that usually happened once a random zeppelin had been stripped of the crew critical to its operation, including falling from insane heights and performing unpleasant crashing manouvers which were distinctly distinct from epic board manouvers, epic applesauce music, or any other three-word phrase beginning with epic."
Since when did Prismatic/NaNo06-2 turn into IH/NaNo04?
It's just... strange. As it began perfectly 'normal' for lack of a better term for insane steampunk world with plenty of mad scientists roaming around.
Also, 'distinctly distinct'? o_O;
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