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sparkindarknessI'm gonna try a few shorter ones, chopping and changing from one boy's view to the other, just to see how it works for while.
I know it works well with smut, but never really used it in more serious text,
Rick: Excuse me? Our smut is very serious!
AHEM, mainly because whenever Darren takes over he always fills out a text with angsty depression.
And he's unconscious again... Shit, does this guy spend forever asleep? Must seriously get some extra caffein and sugar into this boy! One stagger into the kitchen, 1 double espresso, make that a triple with so much sugar the spoon stands up. There, that's better. Now for him, same again I think. And a little vodka in the bottom as well, alright not a little, I'm guessing he's gonna be feeling real grotty when he wakes up.
There I got his 'medicine' got myself some, finished my healing spell, moved him into my room, what else was there to do? Oh yes...
Collapse on the floor for a while. I can't seem to stop shaking. Looks like my training's wearing thin. Shamans are good at entering trances, meditating in seconds so your mind reaches the nirvana-wannabe cool space that lets you talk to all the ghosties. Added bonus it helps you keep moving when most of your brain is huddling in a corner and totally freaking out. Trouble is, it doesn't last, and I can feel my walls breaking, time to lay on the sofa and give in for a bit.
What the fuck am I doing? What have I brought into my home? The power, oh fuck the power! He nearly killed me with his fucking laugh! He enjoyed it! He was getting off on my pain! Oh fuck, fuck, FUCK! I thought I could handle him in my home, hell I have a legion of spirits here, really powerful ones. I can hold a whole fucking SWAT team here if I had to! The freak smashed aside everything, utterly everything in the whole apartment! I don't have a ward left, half my spirits are utterly destroyed! Banished to the furthest reachs of the astral realm until they have power enough to come close again. Fuck, some of the spirits in the room are dead. Not banished. Not dissolved. Not reduced to ether. Fucking dead, kaput, end, over. I never even knew it was possible to fully kill and destroy spirit. I look down at the hypodermic in my hand, and the empty bottle. The hypo was full of the best healing mixture I couyld create - and when you can awaken the spirits of healing herbs, that's pretty damn potent. Even the hypodermic spirit itself is awakened and shares its vessel with a spirit of health and a spirit of healing. Shit, before his darkness unleashed all hell, there was a spirit of life as well. They're spent now, they gave all the energy they could when I used them. Without them... Ok, now the shaking's so bad I'm falling off the fucking sofa.
What is he?! What can I do?! How?! Fuck, I've got a monster in my bed! There's a horrible mewling sound coming from somewhere... something pathetic and broken. Shit, it's me.
"What am I going to do?" shit whining aloud, I'm gone.
you could take him the coffee before it gets cold. Assuming a sorcerer high on caffeine and sugar is better than an unconscious one
"Ghost?" had to be, that sibilant almost sound in my head and tickling my ears. Just what I need, a sarcastic spirit to tell me all the crap I've done wrong as well.
who else would hang around? well, I warned you. You ignored me, and he nearly improved your decor with really daring blood red colours. I think I need to indulge in a very hearfelt 'I told you so'
"Don't need this spirit. I'm busy."
yes, freaking out is just SOOOO essential to the situation. You planning on dribbling on the sofa all day? Looks like I better get some upholstry cleaner then.
"Fuck you, Ghost. After what happened, I'm think I'm fucking entitled to some freaking out time! What the fuck just happened?!"
um, karma? He who ignore warning of spirit guide deserve have world kick him balls.
"You think you're funny, don't you?"
who am I to disagree with the masses?
"Excuse me! Freaking out here, sooo not going to stop to have a battle of wits with you!"
good idea, always better to chose battle you can win
Sometimes this spirit really pisses me off, "now look here, you..." then it hits me that I'm not shivering anymore, or wailing, in fact I'm standing up and glaring at Ghost. Damn, that spirit's good at times!
there, finished freaking out? Good, now get in there and look after your new pet. He came home with you and you can only keep him if you look after him, Ricky.
Ok, I'm gonna trade in that spirit guide one of these days for a Ghostly GPS. Still, another time, now I got some tepid espresso to take to a daemon who tried to kill me. This has not been one of my best days. I'm not keeping him, no matter what Ghost says. Darren's just too dangerous for me, he plays the game for high stakes and I don't even know the rules. He's getting his marching orders. Ain't no way, nohow he's staying in my house.
He's in the middle of my bed, curled small. So tiny, damn he's like a child. A child having a bad dream, whimpering and crying in his sleep. I put the wards of his back on him, he seems to desperately clutching them to him. The smell of burned flesh is heavy in the air, fuck they must hurt so much. He just clutches them closer, even in sleep he can't let them go, can't spare himself pain. Poor kid.
He suffers so much, he needs to find more to life than pain, he needs a home, and a friend.
Ain't no way I'm kicking the poor guy out, no matter what Ghost says.
I know it works well with smut, but never really used it in more serious text,
Rick: Excuse me? Our smut is very serious!
AHEM, mainly because whenever Darren takes over he always fills out a text with angsty depression.
And he's unconscious again... Shit, does this guy spend forever asleep? Must seriously get some extra caffein and sugar into this boy! One stagger into the kitchen, 1 double espresso, make that a triple with so much sugar the spoon stands up. There, that's better. Now for him, same again I think. And a little vodka in the bottom as well, alright not a little, I'm guessing he's gonna be feeling real grotty when he wakes up.
There I got his 'medicine' got myself some, finished my healing spell, moved him into my room, what else was there to do? Oh yes...
Collapse on the floor for a while. I can't seem to stop shaking. Looks like my training's wearing thin. Shamans are good at entering trances, meditating in seconds so your mind reaches the nirvana-wannabe cool space that lets you talk to all the ghosties. Added bonus it helps you keep moving when most of your brain is huddling in a corner and totally freaking out. Trouble is, it doesn't last, and I can feel my walls breaking, time to lay on the sofa and give in for a bit.
What the fuck am I doing? What have I brought into my home? The power, oh fuck the power! He nearly killed me with his fucking laugh! He enjoyed it! He was getting off on my pain! Oh fuck, fuck, FUCK! I thought I could handle him in my home, hell I have a legion of spirits here, really powerful ones. I can hold a whole fucking SWAT team here if I had to! The freak smashed aside everything, utterly everything in the whole apartment! I don't have a ward left, half my spirits are utterly destroyed! Banished to the furthest reachs of the astral realm until they have power enough to come close again. Fuck, some of the spirits in the room are dead. Not banished. Not dissolved. Not reduced to ether. Fucking dead, kaput, end, over. I never even knew it was possible to fully kill and destroy spirit. I look down at the hypodermic in my hand, and the empty bottle. The hypo was full of the best healing mixture I couyld create - and when you can awaken the spirits of healing herbs, that's pretty damn potent. Even the hypodermic spirit itself is awakened and shares its vessel with a spirit of health and a spirit of healing. Shit, before his darkness unleashed all hell, there was a spirit of life as well. They're spent now, they gave all the energy they could when I used them. Without them... Ok, now the shaking's so bad I'm falling off the fucking sofa.
What is he?! What can I do?! How?! Fuck, I've got a monster in my bed! There's a horrible mewling sound coming from somewhere... something pathetic and broken. Shit, it's me.
"What am I going to do?" shit whining aloud, I'm gone.
you could take him the coffee before it gets cold. Assuming a sorcerer high on caffeine and sugar is better than an unconscious one
"Ghost?" had to be, that sibilant almost sound in my head and tickling my ears. Just what I need, a sarcastic spirit to tell me all the crap I've done wrong as well.
who else would hang around? well, I warned you. You ignored me, and he nearly improved your decor with really daring blood red colours. I think I need to indulge in a very hearfelt 'I told you so'
"Don't need this spirit. I'm busy."
yes, freaking out is just SOOOO essential to the situation. You planning on dribbling on the sofa all day? Looks like I better get some upholstry cleaner then.
"Fuck you, Ghost. After what happened, I'm think I'm fucking entitled to some freaking out time! What the fuck just happened?!"
um, karma? He who ignore warning of spirit guide deserve have world kick him balls.
"You think you're funny, don't you?"
who am I to disagree with the masses?
"Excuse me! Freaking out here, sooo not going to stop to have a battle of wits with you!"
good idea, always better to chose battle you can win
Sometimes this spirit really pisses me off, "now look here, you..." then it hits me that I'm not shivering anymore, or wailing, in fact I'm standing up and glaring at Ghost. Damn, that spirit's good at times!
there, finished freaking out? Good, now get in there and look after your new pet. He came home with you and you can only keep him if you look after him, Ricky.
Ok, I'm gonna trade in that spirit guide one of these days for a Ghostly GPS. Still, another time, now I got some tepid espresso to take to a daemon who tried to kill me. This has not been one of my best days. I'm not keeping him, no matter what Ghost says. Darren's just too dangerous for me, he plays the game for high stakes and I don't even know the rules. He's getting his marching orders. Ain't no way, nohow he's staying in my house.
He's in the middle of my bed, curled small. So tiny, damn he's like a child. A child having a bad dream, whimpering and crying in his sleep. I put the wards of his back on him, he seems to desperately clutching them to him. The smell of burned flesh is heavy in the air, fuck they must hurt so much. He just clutches them closer, even in sleep he can't let them go, can't spare himself pain. Poor kid.
He suffers so much, he needs to find more to life than pain, he needs a home, and a friend.
Ain't no way I'm kicking the poor guy out, no matter what Ghost says.
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Date: 2003-04-23 02:58 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-06-18 06:43 pm (UTC)i like the change of font for ghost as well, but it comes up a bit gray and hard to read for my badly strained eyes--might i suggest that his dialogue be maybe a point size larger?
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Date: 2003-06-19 02:29 pm (UTC)rick: *laughs* hah, let them try and even understand me! "Ricky"? Heh, I might keep that.
Darren: Gods no.
I wanted spirit speech to be different from normal inverted commas, but it IS a little hard on the eyes, I'll push it up to 14pp.
Thank you, I like my Ghost, he and Rick seem to work.