A fine story, I really like it, thou I'll have to read it again when I'll stop beeing a cyclops [frakking left eye infection, have to keep it covered... and it's also my good eye >.<'' ] for more feedback. I doubt I'm qualified to tell it it's ok with MK setting, but on the pure writing side I think I'm allowed to express my opinion.
There's a funny paradox in somoe one having Noname for name. I'd love to see him dooing something like Odys in the Oddysey ;] Thou, he went by the name 'Noone' Anyway, keep up the good work. Yee. Also know as Yeehim and Yeechan, if anyone wants to know. And Malahite. And Shival. And oh-my-gods I-have-to-much-free-time-at-work =3 Dnia 13 listopada 2009 4:09 George Holmstrom <[email protected]> napisał(a): > _______________________________________________ > MKGuild mailing list > [email protected] > http://lists.integral.org/listinfo/mkguild > > > <!-- > .hmmessage P{ > margin: 0px; > padding: 0px} > div#msg-body.hmmessage{ > font-size: 10pt; > font-family: Verdana} > --> > <!-- > @page { > margin: 0.79in} > P{ > margin-bottom: 0.08in} > --> > The second part of this little tale. I should have said before, and > advice welcome, from grammar to narrative. Enjoy peeps.- TraxerO O ONoname > lay on the bed for a long time, staring at the ceiling of > wood paneling. He didn't quite know what to think. As long as > he remembered, his life had been careening down a mountain slope, > jumping from ledge to ledge, sliding along the edge. Along the edge > of what, he didn't know, and he hadn't let himself stay on > one ledge long enough to look over into the abyss below. At rare > moments, while bound up or tied to a stake, he'd had a brief > chance to reflect upon it, but soon enough he was unbound again and > off to the races.Now, he might have actually fallen into the abyss, into the > complete unknown, because he had no idea where he was going to > land.Particularly when he saw the snout in the lower part of his vision. > He opened his mouth, it moved up. He felt it. The whiskers tickled > his pawpads. He scratched it with a claw. Noname rose and went > through the motions. He had changed while in his reflective haze, > his entire psychical being different, longer, sleeker. He licked > his nose. Now that was weird.Not quite as weird as he expected though. > Though, what was he > supposed to expect. He looked about the room. Curses, no reflective > surfaces. Well, he knew his arms and legs were of a sable fur, his > body was a light brownish, and he a long body, complete with > twitchy tail. Only one option. He sunk his shoulders and plodded > over to the caribou.Noname gave a weak wave. The caribou nodded back. Now > what was he > supposed to say? He rubbed his muzzle. So much easier when he was > under a persona, selling wares, making out contracts, playing with > words towards a certain devious means. Now, here he was, no longer > human, trying to talk as...himself.Himself. Noname didn't like the sound > of that. Still, what > choice did he have? There was no game to be played. Yet. Ooo. The > possibility appeased him.“Sorry to be a bother, but what am I?” he said, > letting the words > tumble out in as level of a tone as possible.The caribou eyed him. Noname > tried not to flinch. “Oy. Robert, what > do you think this hellion is?”The mouse at the other door squinted. “Let me > get a look at that > tail.”Noname lifted his smock (which he had the dignity to put on > earlier) and twitched part of his spine that hadn't existed a > few minutes ago.“Considering the mask of fur on his face, I'd say a > polecat of > some kind. You know, type of wild ferret, eh?” the mouse said.Noname chewed > on this information. Weasel type. Shouldn't he > have found this more disturbing. Would this one be permanent? If > that George fellow was to be believed, he had been other species > too. What did that mean? Admittedly, his knowledge on the Curse was > limited at best. But...“Ah-hem,” the caribou interjected. While Noname > hadn't been > paying attention, his paws had clutched onto the hilt of the > caribou's broadsword, and were in the process of pulling the > shiny thing. Shiny. Well, he just wanted to take a closer look. It > sorta sparkled if the sun hit just right and it made his heart beat > a little faster and he really just wanted to have it a little while > so...Noname stopped himself. Where had that come from? Oh. He put on a > guilty face and pulled his paws off the sword handle, backing away. > “Sorry.”“No problem,” the caribou said, nonplussed from the attempted > stealing, “Instinctual actions are completely normal for a newly > cursed subject. Can't tell you how many times I've had to > keep from charging intimidating predators.”Noname nodded. Civil caribou. He > made it his policy to not let > himself take note of the qualities of people he spoke to, either > good or bad. In the long run, it never made sense to bother, > especially because he never even knew them in the long run. Noname > shuffled lives like cards, and with them all the people he met > shuffled away with them.That brought a thought. “You don't have some sort > of writing > utensil, do you ur...what's you name?”“Montgomery, call me Monty. As for > your request, perhaps Luke over > there as something.”“Right ahead of ya. Just nibblin' out a point for > ya,” the > mouse, Luke, called, chewing on some sort of black stick. It turned > off to be a charcoal stick, freshly sharpened, as evidenced from > the mouse's blackened incisors. Noname murmured thanks and > returned to the bed. This wasn't quite what he expected. > Wasn't he supposed to be roughed up by now? He expected at the > very least to be mauled a little. Then again, he glanced back at > Luke. He could smell a slight tinge of...fear on the air. To be > sure, the mouse would not think twice of laying Noone out with that > flail, but the simple matter was that Noone was a polecat, and if > he remembered correctly, they ate rodents and so... Metamor was a > twisty locale indeed. How did anyone go on about here without going > made with the details?He pulled out the scroll and set to work.O O OSoon > enough, next to each of the labels, he had scawled a name, so > that the list roughly read as so:Unknown (Begger Boy) – ChildReginald > (Accountant) – SquirrelLackaday Takern (Beer Trader) - ShrewLoridor Copper > (Gem Evaluator) - MoleMs. Rosetta (Matchmaker) – WomanJohn Ritanoose > (Executioner) – WolverineHappy (Fortune Teller) – ChildCarrage (Undertaker) – > Monitor lizardHarkens Senderjay (Wares Seller) – PolecatNoname finished > reading these aloud from the foot of his bed. He > still remained a polecat. He then spoke vaguely towards the guards. > “Strange. These are may past scams...ur...identities used in my > business. Each with their own personalities, stories, and > occupation. Of course, none of these people actually existed except > for the brief time that I portrayed them. But, I'm so rarely > myself...I'm not even certain who I really am, so how can the > Curse decide on whom to curse?”Monty quirked a brow. Noname didn't know > caribou even /had/ > brows. “Well...what's you name again?”“Noname.”The brow quirked further, > but he continued, “I've been in the > Keep for a long while, and I've seen plenty of strange things, > but if there's one thing I do know, the Curse is a wildly > unpredictable thing.”“Everything has a pattern,” Noname said, “Creatures, the > seasons...sometimes its harder to see than others, but everything > goes a certain way. Everything can be manipulated.”“Like you tricking Keep > guards into buying faulty weapons,” Monty > said, a layer of ice on the words.“Yes, quite.” Noname said, then grasped his > muzzle. Oops. Oh, and > he'd thought they'd been getting along so nice, Noname > reflected.Monty's jaw clenched. “Noname. You seem like a nice person, on > the surface. Very congenial and kind...but as Commander George > said, I'm not certain you understand the levity of your > situation.”Levity. Nice vocabulary. Scary in a way too.The caribou clicked > his hooves. “Well, perhaps its about time for > you to get some fresh air.”“Aren't I under confinement?”Monty smirked. > “In a sense, perhaps. We're just going to being > you on a little stroll. Meet some friends of mine would /love/ to > meet you.”Was this caribou flashing a devious grin? Oh, crud. Noname started > scrambling back. What had he said? Had he made a mistake in his > wordings? He was just doing the same thing as...he...usually...did. > Which was try and gain trust to find an opening in the situation > for his own twisty ambitions. But was he? Well, yes. Of course he > was. That was the instinct of a con artist for you.“Luke, get some armor for > this weaselly fellow. I believe he is > going to need it.”O O OHotmail: Trusted email with Microsoft’s powerful SPAM > protection. 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