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Much like the Gates to Hell, there's room for one more.
Looking for one or two more partners currently. PM me if anything catches your eye!
HUZZAH! The Guild stayed up long enough for me to copy and paste!!
Jötz pursed his lips and raised his furry brows as she pronounced that she could take care of herself and wished to parts ways once they made their escape. “Chou vant to go one ways und me another, huh? Chust valtz avay like noth-ink ist wrong, eh?”
The explosion that followed was ferocious, filled with fangs and fury and utter incomprehension. The Jaeger simply could not keep up his callous attitude, not when it could drive her away and into almost certain doom out upon the Wastes. “Chou gonna get kilt out der! Look, I ist sorry about chou arm, da first limb ist alvays de hardest, but vhat did chou dink I vas gonna do?! Maybe chou vant to be blue und bumpy und eating flies?? I did vat I had to to keeps chou alive, Miss Ivy. Dat’s vat minions do.”
Suddenly he froze. A pained expression crossed his face as he realized what he had just said. Closing his eyes, Jötz tried to gather his resolve and accept what he had just said as most likely being true. It wouldn’t be so bad, he reluctantly decided to himself; the other Jaeger were still sworn to House Heterodyne but served Wulfenbach until such time as a Heterodyne heir appeared. Why not do the same for this new Spark? He could travel with her, still stay true to his mission (which was rather ambiguous anyway), and if a Heterodyne showed up…
Opening his eyes again and taking a deep breath, he let it out slowly. “Und I guess I is chou minion now, Miss Ivy. Sparks need minions fur more dan chust experiments und digging up da bodies. Minions look after all da schtuff Sparks is forgetting, like feeding da nine hundred pound bunny rabbit dey made last month. Chou ist a Spark vitout a minion, und vitout one chou ist gonna end up in vorst trouble. Believe me, I knows!”
“So,” he pronounced with a great deal of self imposed calm, “I make chou a deal. No more hacky-hacky oft da limbs vitout you saying okay-dokay, I get chou safe und sound to next town. Den if chou still vant, ve can part vays der.”
Jötz truly hoped she agreed to his proposal. It wasn’t just that he felt bad for having to sever her arm, nor was it fear of what might happen to her out upon the Wastes, although the latter was definitely a factor. The girl was naive enough that she would probably try to walk through a field of sward grass or sleep in the den of Barrow Haunt; without a guide, she wouldn’t last long at all, Spark or no. But it was the strange feeling of affection he had for the human girl. She was pretty, oh no doubt about that, but it wasn’t anything truly lustful that drove his concerns. There were dim memories he had of his days before becoming a Jaeger, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on…
The explosion that followed was ferocious, filled with fangs and fury and utter incomprehension. The Jaeger simply could not keep up his callous attitude, not when it could drive her away and into almost certain doom out upon the Wastes. “Chou gonna get kilt out der! Look, I ist sorry about chou arm, da first limb ist alvays de hardest, but vhat did chou dink I vas gonna do?! Maybe chou vant to be blue und bumpy und eating flies?? I did vat I had to to keeps chou alive, Miss Ivy. Dat’s vat minions do.”
Suddenly he froze. A pained expression crossed his face as he realized what he had just said. Closing his eyes, Jötz tried to gather his resolve and accept what he had just said as most likely being true. It wouldn’t be so bad, he reluctantly decided to himself; the other Jaeger were still sworn to House Heterodyne but served Wulfenbach until such time as a Heterodyne heir appeared. Why not do the same for this new Spark? He could travel with her, still stay true to his mission (which was rather ambiguous anyway), and if a Heterodyne showed up…
Opening his eyes again and taking a deep breath, he let it out slowly. “Und I guess I is chou minion now, Miss Ivy. Sparks need minions fur more dan chust experiments und digging up da bodies. Minions look after all da schtuff Sparks is forgetting, like feeding da nine hundred pound bunny rabbit dey made last month. Chou ist a Spark vitout a minion, und vitout one chou ist gonna end up in vorst trouble. Believe me, I knows!”
“So,” he pronounced with a great deal of self imposed calm, “I make chou a deal. No more hacky-hacky oft da limbs vitout you saying okay-dokay, I get chou safe und sound to next town. Den if chou still vant, ve can part vays der.”
Jötz truly hoped she agreed to his proposal. It wasn’t just that he felt bad for having to sever her arm, nor was it fear of what might happen to her out upon the Wastes, although the latter was definitely a factor. The girl was naive enough that she would probably try to walk through a field of sward grass or sleep in the den of Barrow Haunt; without a guide, she wouldn’t last long at all, Spark or no. But it was the strange feeling of affection he had for the human girl. She was pretty, oh no doubt about that, but it wasn’t anything truly lustful that drove his concerns. There were dim memories he had of his days before becoming a Jaeger, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on…
Well, tell you what. Let's just shelve this for now until you're feeling better. We'll call it an extended hiatus. By the sounds of it, this is the last thing you need to worry yourself with!! Take some time away, rest, relax, reprioritize, all those other re- words... And in the meantime, if you need someone's ear to bend, I'll still be here.
Keep trying to post. Guild keeps going down.
Hugs are gratefully accepted and freely given, my dear. Let me know how things go?
Would it help if I said I know exactly how you felt about drinking? There were points in my younger days when... Well, I won't say I was an alcoholic, but when I did drink, I drank to get drunk as quickly as possible. These days, I allow myself a beer or hard cider once every other month at best. Maybe mead if it's a special occasion. And the hard stuff is right out.
If I may... try going back to basics. Schedule some time (if possible, I know) to go for a walk by yourself. Someplace safe but where there's not too many people: park, cemetery, botanical gardens. Take your sketch pad and doodle; don't try to draw anything, just let the pencil skip over the page. Don't even look at the paper. Or pick something innocuous and draw that instead. I remember trees being my favorite subject, all dark and light and angles against the sun; an art teacher once told me that sometimes the best way to draw something was not to sketch it in lines but to draw the shadows instead. i know you generally prefer to draw characters, but perhaps a change of pace might help?
In the meantime, be assured of one thing. I may not have clawed my way back into the light either, but I'll help you climb as best as I can.
If I may... try going back to basics. Schedule some time (if possible, I know) to go for a walk by yourself. Someplace safe but where there's not too many people: park, cemetery, botanical gardens. Take your sketch pad and doodle; don't try to draw anything, just let the pencil skip over the page. Don't even look at the paper. Or pick something innocuous and draw that instead. I remember trees being my favorite subject, all dark and light and angles against the sun; an art teacher once told me that sometimes the best way to draw something was not to sketch it in lines but to draw the shadows instead. i know you generally prefer to draw characters, but perhaps a change of pace might help?
In the meantime, be assured of one thing. I may not have clawed my way back into the light either, but I'll help you climb as best as I can.
Alive. Somewhat bitter. I had to tell a partner today that we seemed more or less incompatible; we started four different stories over a period of four months, none of them keeping her interest. When she asked if I wanted to try again with her for a fifth, I politely declined. Not more than half an hour later a person I've never contacted or spoken with before PM'd me and asked if I was free to RP. I find the timing of that a bit strange, but... So still feeling crappy about the first person, I politely declined and now feel very crappy indeed because I hate turning people down. I'm also beginning to suspect <REDACTED> (Maybe I'm just being cynical). And I found myself leaving two different tabletop RP discussion groups on FaceBook after daring to suggest that we focus more on the positive than the negative. Combine that with that harsh and brutal mistress called 'Real Life'?? Debts, work, family, time, my business or lack thereof??
So. Yeah. Wall. I know what you're speaking of. Sometimes there is simply so much going on at once that I end up freezing (both physically and mentally) because I don't know what to do. (Laughing) Oddly enough, back in the day my way of dealing with such things was a bottle of Jack Daniels while listening to Pink Floyd's The Wall! Ah, but those days are far behind me now. This is what sobriety and maturity brings.
Now then. You are not a crappy partner. So please stop that. Even if you were to say that you had no interest anymore and wanted to put an end to this story, I would not call you a crappy partner. Why not?
First off, you are an excellent writer. Your characters are warm and human, your prose is detailed without being overflowing with minuscule trivia, and both your grammar and vocabulary show you to be a mature and capable writer.
Second off, you are a good deal braver than you may be giving yourself credit for. I have read some of your other writings on this forum (not just yours, of course, I love reading selections from all of my partners both for inspiration and to try and flow with them better in our own stories), and I know that our storyline is something that you may not have normally engaged in. But you have tried. And succeeded, if you asked me! Because you have me engaged in your character's life, interested in her thoughts and actions, curious about her past. So sometimes it takes you time to put things together, so what? I would rather wait 2-3 weeks for a post of quality than rush a co-writer and so make him/her uncomfortable and pressured.
Thirdly, you seem like a genuinely nice person. Again, perhaps I am cynical in my old age, but that trait is... uncommon.
So if my post asking if you were having troubles came across as brusque, I apologize. I'm far more concerned about whether you are okay and if there might be anything I can do to help or make things any easier for you as a fellow writer. (Chucking in self-depreciation) Only in my current foul mood, intent was a stranger to deed. Please, don't rush anything on my account, especially if you are having difficulties in real life! I just ask that you shoot me a line now and then OOC? If nothing else, you can always vent and rant and rave to me. I'm told I'm a good listener!
So. Yeah. Wall. I know what you're speaking of. Sometimes there is simply so much going on at once that I end up freezing (both physically and mentally) because I don't know what to do. (Laughing) Oddly enough, back in the day my way of dealing with such things was a bottle of Jack Daniels while listening to Pink Floyd's The Wall! Ah, but those days are far behind me now. This is what sobriety and maturity brings.
Now then. You are not a crappy partner. So please stop that. Even if you were to say that you had no interest anymore and wanted to put an end to this story, I would not call you a crappy partner. Why not?
First off, you are an excellent writer. Your characters are warm and human, your prose is detailed without being overflowing with minuscule trivia, and both your grammar and vocabulary show you to be a mature and capable writer.
Second off, you are a good deal braver than you may be giving yourself credit for. I have read some of your other writings on this forum (not just yours, of course, I love reading selections from all of my partners both for inspiration and to try and flow with them better in our own stories), and I know that our storyline is something that you may not have normally engaged in. But you have tried. And succeeded, if you asked me! Because you have me engaged in your character's life, interested in her thoughts and actions, curious about her past. So sometimes it takes you time to put things together, so what? I would rather wait 2-3 weeks for a post of quality than rush a co-writer and so make him/her uncomfortable and pressured.
Thirdly, you seem like a genuinely nice person. Again, perhaps I am cynical in my old age, but that trait is... uncommon.
So if my post asking if you were having troubles came across as brusque, I apologize. I'm far more concerned about whether you are okay and if there might be anything I can do to help or make things any easier for you as a fellow writer. (Chucking in self-depreciation) Only in my current foul mood, intent was a stranger to deed. Please, don't rush anything on my account, especially if you are having difficulties in real life! I just ask that you shoot me a line now and then OOC? If nothing else, you can always vent and rant and rave to me. I'm told I'm a good listener!
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