Writing Challenge! (Second)

[Melodia]

((This is for Ruru. :lol: ))

((All I have to go on are RP threads, so I hope I got at least somewhat close. ))

 

-Story snip-

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Nicely done! :thumbsup:

[Berrod Armstrong]

The patas sank so deeply that it didn't take long for him to feel the slick of blood under his hands. Ruttin' whore. Damn her for making him do this.

 

Osric stood but a fulm away from a beautiful dark-haired hyuran woman, dressed in silks most sultry. Her fine, painted hand was up above his head, now weakly clutching a dagger that would never come down. It wasn't long before her grip loosened and it dropped to the wooden floor with a clatter. Red drops dotted the area around it.

 

They were alone in an inn room out in the Golden Bazaar, and only one of them would leave it. He knew she had lured him there to kill him. He knew she expected him to have the weakness of any other man. It was true that he did, but Osric placed a far higher priority on survival than on a cheap night with a strange woman. Living meant many more opportunities for that, after all.

 

The Midlander wrenched the patas from her and watched her crumple to the floor without his support. "You brought this on yourself." There was no answer but a whimpered gasp as a pool of red spread from beneath her. 

 

Gods damn, that would be a mess to clean.

[Unnamed Mercenary]

Original post updated with Episode 2 of Warren's story.

[Zhavi]

You people are too freakin' faaast. Don't worry Roen, I'm with you. The slowest wins the race! Or something. (once I get caught up on posts I will be doing the stalky stalky thing)

 

Seriously though, some brilliant writing in here. Great job for organizing, Oscare.

[Oscare]

Second challenge is closer than I think it is. I've already started the idea for it. You guys are too freaking fast.

[Coatleque]

"Ser Crofte couldn't make this work like you could..."

 

Oh... it is on now!

[Val]

Second challenge is closer than I think it is. I've already started the idea for it. You guys are too freaking fast.

 

bt y u med tho bruh lol wi wen u loz kekekek

[Melkire]

Ffffffffff, well written, Berrod.

 

...I'm throwing myself into the running with Roen and Zhavi for "slowest writer ever". Vote Melkire 2014.

[Verad]

"Ser Crofte couldn't make this work like you could..."

 

Oh... it is on now!

 

In my defense, Natalie is a jerk.

 

And now, for my own safety, I hope RNG is kind on the next one.

[Roen]

Ffffffffff, well written, Berrod.

 

...I'm throwing myself into the running with Roen and Zhavi for "slowest writer ever". Vote Melkire 2014.

 

NEVERRR.

 

I WILL win this race.

 

Hm. I wonder how Zhavi and I will stalk each other simultaneously.

 

And Kink is a great read. *doing research*

[Warren Castille]

Original post updated with Episode 2 of Warren's story.

 

It's like I'd written it myself, right down to the survivor's guilt portion.

 

This is quickly becoming canon in my head. I'm trying to work on another portion for yours, too, but I keep getting derailed.

[Unnamed Mercenary]

Original post updated with Episode 2 of Warren's story.

 

It's like I'd written it myself, right down to the survivor's guilt portion.  

 

This is quickly becoming canon in my head. I'm trying to work on another portion for yours, too, but I keep getting derailed.

 

The only problem with the little scene I've constructed is that I can't figure out how to advance it here without dragging in other people. Perhaps I just need to stalk the RPC more for clues. x_x

 

...this has been a great thing for making an IT job more interesting in the slower hours.

[Warren Castille]

In before it's everybody EXCEPT Warren. Including Crofte.

[C'kayah Polaali]

( C'kayah, yours was wonderful ;-; sadly I've never seen C'kayah IC, so.. .. I just kind of did what I could based on some research. I hope I didn't ruin him! *hides* )

Na, you've taken the measure of the man perfectly!

 

How have we not RPed before? I have a suspicion Val and C would get along famously...

[Warren Castille]

Not quite a sequel, but definitely another part.

 

 

Franz missed the climate of his home every day right around midday. The reason for it was obvious, and it was the damnable sun that seemed to press its face down into the sands of Thanalan. Not even the many, many shaded walk-and-alleyways of Ul'dah did much to help diffuse the dry heat that settled in. At least the air wasn't stale.

 

He'd only been trying to go from point A to point B; Point A was the house where the crazy woman and her mate lived, and point B was the best place to get cool drinks and a good meal at midday. Franz didn't want to deviate from the script too much. Dumb things happened when plans were derailed, and he wasn't in the mood for excitement. Too many mornings spent waking to cannonfire on account of the word.

 

He tried to convince himself that he didn't hear the cry. Lunch was juuuuust a couple hundred yalms away but the second one, this one much clearer and definitely of a woman on the verge of tears, drew his attention. The alleyway ahead of him had a split that ran off to the left and the voice was clearly coming from there. He still thought he was going to ignore it until he heard the man.

 

"C'mon, ya dumb bitch! Don't think I won't cut ya! Now let's have a peek!"

 

Franz tried to rationalize it. Probably someone getting what they deserved. Back alleyway? Idiot-sounding male? Probably some dumb tail who bit off more than she could chew and was paying for being a tease. Franz repeated it to himself as he was about to pass the mouth of the alley. He almost believed it, too, but then he heard the wet sound of meat-on-meat and a soft scuffle. He knew she'd been hit before she could cry out. Franz mumbled to himself before reaching for his axe and turning the corner.

 

**

 

The waitress set down a steaming plate of food. Odd choice for the day's weather, but then again it was always hot in Ul'dah. She shrugged and started to turn away, but something on the man's shirt garnered her attention.

 

"Is... that blood?" If bubblegum existed she would have popped a bubble.

 

"Oh. Probably. Not mine, though." The grim man gave her a trying smile, wishing she would just bugger off and leave him to his meal.

 

 

[Oscare]

Someone should write me and I'll try to reciprocate. I figured I should involved myself somehow before I move to the next one.

[Warren Castille]

Someone should write me and I'll try to reciprocate. I figured I should involved myself somehow before I move to the next one.

 

Someone's got until this pile of paperwork is gone before I go about doing just that.

[Unnamed Mercenary]

Not quite a sequel, but definitely another part.

 

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Another excellent snippet. I suppose we're all left to wonder whether he simply offed them all, helped the girl, or simply swung his axe around for some "entertainment"?

 

*thinks hard* Gotta episode 3 today. Somehow.

[Warren Castille]

Happy circumstances, then. Stupid work kept happening and shaking my train of thought, so I came back to it right as he was passing the corner and decided that a smash-cut worked best for the scene. I've got headcanon but I figured it worked better left up to the reader.

 

Man I sound pretentious.

[Unnamed Mercenary]

Happy circumstances, then. Stupid work kept happening and shaking my train of thought, so I came back to it right as he was passing the corner and decided that a smash-cut worked best for the scene. I've got headcanon but I figured it worked better left up to the reader.

 

Man I sound pretentious.

 

You'll have to PM it to me. I'm totally counting them as canon as much as I can. Maybe I'll have Franz drag his [at least not his own] bloody arse into the Quicksand to make a chapter 3.

[Unnamed Mercenary]

It's a double-post, technically, but with the promise of more content!

 

Here's Part 3

[Warren Castille]

Franz

 

 

Disclosure: I'm not sure what parts of the memory are foggy or lost entirely, so this might be off-character. Also, I keep getting the name wrong but Franz is how I'm used to it so fuck your H's!

 

Franz laid his head down and tried to let go of the day. It had been one of those trying ones where all he'd wanted to do was keep to himself and have some peace and quiet but like all things in his life, it was never to be that easy. His breakfast had been interrupted by cannon fire and his lunch delayed by a brigand, and he'd never gotten to dinner seeing as how when he returned to their - his - place in the Goblet there was a swarm of Flames and Sworn still trying to figure out how such heavy ordinance had been allowed to collect in one place.

 

He'd immediately detoured away when he identified the authorities. Part habit, part common sense, Franz didn't see a point in risking detection when there was no need. He'd made off on the more off-beaten paths the Goblet had to offer, touring the high rises that offered a view of Thanalan. The sun was setting off on the horizon, slipping gradually behind the mountains and Franz paused a moment to take it in. It was not Garlemald, and in his heart he felt nothing could ever compare to the sweeping vistas his homeland had to offer, but it was something to behold nonetheless.

 

The Garlean recounted his steps as his mind drifted off to sleep, his last conscious thoughts being a silent prayer to nobody that he not be woken up by explosions. Once he had drifted, however, he was welcomed back by the loving arms and faces of those most important to him. He wouldn't remember them when the bubble of sleep burst, but for a brief moment in the realm of slumber, a man could dream.

 

 

 

Oscare:

 

 

A man has no need for anyone else.

 

The dark-skinned highlander was sitting by himself on a short hill. He didn't normally hunt so close to camp but when the prey was so good, how could he not? It was a hunter's pride to take down elusive targets. He looked to anyone passing by, if they even saw him, that is, to be simply resting. His bow was in his lap and his legs folded under him as if in deep meditation but Oscare was simply waiting and watching. Soon, under the flicker of torchlight emerging from Drybone, his quarry surfaced.

 

A man has only need for himself.

 

Quietly and quickly the hunter unbundled himself. He'd been doing it for so long he no longer made noise in the transition, his muscles moving without being told and his eyes focusing on making out movement in the shadows. The skies above had been threatening rain all evening but there had yet to be moisture. That would suffice.

 

Anyone else is a distraction.

 

The arrow knocked noiselessly in the dark and rapidly cooling desert. Ul'dah was made of stone that soaked up the sun during the long days and they clung to the rays of the sun like a mourning mother refusing to let go of a loved one. The sands outside of the Jewel held no such love for the star and were happy to release what was given not long after it had resigned for the night. Footfalls hurried away from civilization, his quarry oblivious to the predator stalking it.

 

I have no need for others.

 

The arrow met its mark and his prey crumpled. It only ever took one arrow, but Oscare closed the distance quickly to confirm with his eyes what his bow already knew. He looked down at glassy eyes staring up at the darkened skies as the first drops of rain began to fall. He didn't know what the woman had done but the gil had been sufficient. It wasn't his place to care what she'd done or who she'd wronged.

 

"That's the difference between you and me, sister." He pulled the arrow from her chest and wiped the tip off. "You had someone in your life to piss off. And look where that got you."

 

He sighed and stuck the arrow back in his quiver. The rain would cover his tracks, and this was a popular location. Just to be safe, Oscare began to loop around back towards another camp.

 

A man has no need for anyone else.

 

[Unnamed Mercenary]

Franz

 

 

Disclosure: I'm not sure what parts of the memory are foggy or lost entirely, so this might be off-character. Also, I keep getting the name wrong but Franz is how I'm used to it so fuck your H's!

 

Franz laid his head down and tried to let go of the day. It had been one of those trying ones where all he'd wanted to do was keep to himself and have some peace and quiet but like all things in his life, it was never to be that easy. His breakfast had been interrupted by cannon fire and his lunch delayed by a brigand, and he'd never gotten to dinner seeing as how when he returned to their - his - place in the Goblet there was a swarm of Flames and Sworn still trying to figure out how such heavy ordinance had been allowed to collect in one place.

 

He'd immediately detoured away when he identified the authorities. Part habit, part common sense, Franz didn't see a point in risking detection when there was no need. He'd made off on the more off-beaten paths the Goblet had to offer, touring the high rises that offered a view of Thanalan. The sun was setting off on the horizon, slipping gradually behind the mountains and Franz paused a moment to take it in. It was not Garlemald, and in his heart he felt nothing could ever compare to the sweeping vistas his homeland had to offer, but it was something to behold nonetheless.

 

The Garlean recounted his steps as his mind drifted off to sleep, his last conscious thoughts being a silent prayer to nobody that he not be woken up by explosions. Once he had drifted, however, he was welcomed back by the loving arms and faces of those most important to him. He wouldn't remember them when the bubble of sleep burst, but for a brief moment in the realm of slumber, a man could dream.

 

 

 

 

Another great clip as always.

 

For the Franz vs Frhanz thing, they're different characters, so Warren would only have known "Franz". Long story short, bad things happened involving Unnamed Mercenary and Frhanz (the character known as Frhanz'ir Kirche), and after the fact, Unnamed Mercenary took the name, since he couldn't exactly get by in daily life saying he has no name. One of these days, he'll get around to remember his real name.

 

Put differently,

Franz = Merc = the Unnamed Mercenary: Grew up in Garlemald as a proud, pure-blooded Garlean. Backstory maybe one day. Joined the Garlean military where he eventually met the woman he married, Lydia. After the battle at Silvertear Lake, he couldn't fight any more. It prompted things and stuff happened, and that's how he ended up a broken man in Eorzea, with anything that could lead back gone.

 

Frhanz = Frhanz'ir Kirche: Was a Duskwight Elezen from a very eccentric Ishgardian family. Lots of snooty education on things. Fhranz sucked at combat, but made up for it by delving into lots of crafts. He was most skilled at alchemy and scholarly endeavors. He and Kage knew each other and were good friends. He also somewhat sacrificed himself to save Merc.

 

And for memories, that's pretty close. Pretty much anything not related to him personally is still there. (Education, politics, events, etc). If it was related to his life directly, it's gone. (Friends, family, childhood, etc). A few things have been coming back here and there, at a pace of "when RP says he gets it back". Currently, those memories include: military life, his wife, and the fact that he has a daughter, but he doesn't know any thing about her. On top of that, all the elezen Frhanz's memories are floating around too, which is where the Ishgardian comes from. (And pretty much anything else related to Eorzea)

 

 

[Oscare]

I'm back, kiddos. And I have another challenge.

 

That's right. This time? It's CLASS/JOB SWAPPING TIME.

 

So we all kind of sort of use a class and-slash-or job that we base our characters with, yeah? Like Oscare is a mix of many non-magical classes, but not any jobs (with the exception of WAR). What if your character never became that chosen classes/jobs, and went for something else, possibly completely different?

 

This idea kind of struck me when I got SMN to 50. So my purposal is simple this time. Choose your character, change their jobs/classes, and write a short story about it!

 

I'll post mine when I has compoooter acezz

[Unnamed Mercenary]

Oh, this has already been happing-ish ICly as well. Franz has mostly starting using tomes and more arcanist-style magic as opposed to his trusty axe. (He could never give it up though)

 

 

...I'll post a little ACN-ish story here when possible.