I'd love to be a part of this, the premise looks amazing and clever, but it's so hard to start writing a character if you're not sure if that role is going to be filled with someone else by the time you get yours finished.
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yeah.
Not even that. They breed in the most metal way possible, by ripping themselves apart at the molecular level and then both halves grow back what's missing.
Cog learned to hate from sea sponges. They have no heart, no nervous system and no soul, so all they can feel is anger.
The dwarf let her hand be crushed by the rude warsmith, and made a mental note to kill him first before he dragged her species through the mud any further. He'd been around humans for too long, she could tell. The exagerated accent, the swagger, the way he treated his apprentice, it was all too dwarfish. All she wanted to do was stick her finger in his mouth and make him say "You" properly. Not "Yeh", or "Yer", but something with a godsdammed Omnicron in it. Oscar. Dash dash dash. It's not nutritious, so stop swallowing it. Okay, maybe she was slightly biased, but nobody should just interrupt somebody like that. She'd been wrenched out of that pleasant little daze pretty much every dwarf went into while creating, even if all it was was tapping out a little beat on plywood, and suddenly having to talk, and seem interested in someone else's petty little life like she cared about any of it just didn't appeal right now. She stole a glance at Maximillion, and their eyes met for a moment. Unlucky little prick, to be shackled up to some short human and bundled into a slave pit smelling of sloth dung. Even the worms at the bottom of wine barrels could still spit on him.
"Afternoon, Mister Griffith." She said, curtly. If he had a single shred of common sense in that thin skull of his, (A thick skull to a dwarf is a compliment.) he'd take the hint, and let the conversation trail off naturally, so she could get back to... whatever it was she was doing. Must've been something important, sure. Wouldn't have gotten so angry about nothing, now, would she? Of course not. That wouldn't be logical. But anyway, that was all she needed to say, for now. Maybe now, in the slightly awkward silence as he waited for her to say something, she could look at some of the other slaves, try and see who was worth setting up alliances with. Probably not the prinny kid, though. If you told him to jump, he'd probably ask the short human for how high he was meant to. The bunch of elves opposite... Probably not. Genocidal wars left scars that took a while to heal. The beastmen... Eh, if nothing else failed. That left the orc, who appeared to be trying to chat up one of the elves. Kinky. But still, far and away her best bet right now, if only he hadn't been put next to the elves. Seemed like nobody wanted to be next to the dwarf. Obvious, really, with the short bearded human peddling his minstrel show antics for everyone to see. If anything, she could still try to hide behind the beastlings during all-out combat.
"Afternoon, Mister Griffith." She said, curtly. If he had a single shred of common sense in that thin skull of his, (A thick skull to a dwarf is a compliment.) he'd take the hint, and let the conversation trail off naturally, so she could get back to... whatever it was she was doing. Must've been something important, sure. Wouldn't have gotten so angry about nothing, now, would she? Of course not. That wouldn't be logical. But anyway, that was all she needed to say, for now. Maybe now, in the slightly awkward silence as he waited for her to say something, she could look at some of the other slaves, try and see who was worth setting up alliances with. Probably not the prinny kid, though. If you told him to jump, he'd probably ask the short human for how high he was meant to. The bunch of elves opposite... Probably not. Genocidal wars left scars that took a while to heal. The beastmen... Eh, if nothing else failed. That left the orc, who appeared to be trying to chat up one of the elves. Kinky. But still, far and away her best bet right now, if only he hadn't been put next to the elves. Seemed like nobody wanted to be next to the dwarf. Obvious, really, with the short bearded human peddling his minstrel show antics for everyone to see. If anything, she could still try to hide behind the beastlings during all-out combat.
Yeah, i don't get it either.
-Koganusan got on the carriage with little fuss, and sat down on a bench. Wow, a bench. Dwarf caravels hadn't even gotten that kind of technology yet, preferring to let their occupants sit or stand on the chests carrying their precious items. Her legs swayed with the rocking as the thing ran over stones and pebbles, and the light made interesting shapes in the dust. Mainly straight lines. Seems like light wasn't all that good with the whole curves business. Nobody else seemed to want to talk, except for a few muttered conversations she could barely even get into. Some were even settling down for a discreet nap. Shameful, that. They'd just woken up. There was no reason to do it, it'd just mess up with your sleep cycle. Koganusan stayed wide awake, tapping idly at the benchwood between her legs, and humming a tuneless tune to the rhythm. Nobody joined in.
It's hard to write about nothing happening, but even harder to live through it. When she looked back at this time, all she could remember was occasional snoring and creaking as people shifted position inside the wagon, or a wheel bumped up against a stone in the road. She carved a little design into the chair with a nail, and that took away some time, but just a fraction of the whole load of nothing. She began to feel like she was being tested for something. Her initiative, maybe? She took a look around, and tried to remember faces. There were a few she'd seen yesterday fighting the interesting bunch of animals. The socialist elf, and the bear, who seemed to be talking to each other. Ergi Hvatha. (There's no point in translating that, because then it would be censored,) Ah well. Let the boulders fall where they will. No point in trying to hear what they were speaking about, since it was probably just seditious nonsense. She let the speech mix with the sounds of creaking and the trotting of the horse, until it became part of the background noise, and rapped her knuckles against the wood again. Thunk thunk thunka-da-thunk a-thunk thunk thunk.
It's hard to write about nothing happening, but even harder to live through it. When she looked back at this time, all she could remember was occasional snoring and creaking as people shifted position inside the wagon, or a wheel bumped up against a stone in the road. She carved a little design into the chair with a nail, and that took away some time, but just a fraction of the whole load of nothing. She began to feel like she was being tested for something. Her initiative, maybe? She took a look around, and tried to remember faces. There were a few she'd seen yesterday fighting the interesting bunch of animals. The socialist elf, and the bear, who seemed to be talking to each other. Ergi Hvatha. (There's no point in translating that, because then it would be censored,) Ah well. Let the boulders fall where they will. No point in trying to hear what they were speaking about, since it was probably just seditious nonsense. She let the speech mix with the sounds of creaking and the trotting of the horse, until it became part of the background noise, and rapped her knuckles against the wood again. Thunk thunk thunka-da-thunk a-thunk thunk thunk.
Violetta winced and looked around her as the voices filled her head. Nobody around her. So it must've been telepathy. That meant a kyuubey was in there with them. Kyuubeis couldn't lie, they were famous for it. So that meant that voice she'd heard just now was really Angela, one of the Vslkyries. Reinforcements had arrived. And in the nick of time, too.
"Angela?" she said aloud. It saved time for her rather then trying to stay silent. "Remind me again who's with you right now?"
"Erica and Natale, ma'am. And the Kyuubey. "
Both decent support. Erica had a slight rebellious streak, but a certain deviousness in killing. Her whole gimmick was chains, with a sweeping set of them for weapons as well as a sweeping chainmail dress. Natalie was slightly dopey and had a real problem with reaction time, but seemed to be happy to hack anything and anyone to pieces with her pickaxes. Two of her finest. If she, Violetta was the kind of person to use royal guards, they'd be her right-handsmaidens. She liked putting them in groups with the newest recruits, like she was with Angela and-
"Wait, wait. What happened to... what's her name, the short one, with the snowboard and the shield? "
"Hilda? Erica sent her back to base to keep down the fort. Why, was that wrong?"
"No, just keeping count. Anyway, Angela, there's a factory in the forest if you look around. With a whole lot of scorchmarks around it."
"We found that already."
"Great! Angela, stay over there and keep the Kyuubey with you. We've already found the witch."
"We, ma'am?"
"Yeah, me and the robot."
"Eponine?"
"Bang on the money. Oh, and there's a third girl in here too. Some little spit with revolutionary leanings. Kill her if you find her."
"Understood, Ma'am."
Even across the alien's telepathy, she heard the little smirk in that last line. Angela was a pretty new girl with a bit of a chip on her shoulder about her pudgy figure squeezed into a rather revealing neoprene suit, but could chop familliars with her oversized scimitars with the best of them. If only she'd learn to conquer her wierd fear about buildings and heights and she'd be perfectly useful. Violetta idly swatted a snowman and kept on ordering her women around.
"Erica?" She said.
"Listenin'. "
"Get here as quickly as you can. We need the re-enforcements. Just follow the smoke trail. I'd light a beacon, but there's... pressing matters."
"Entendu."
"Vi out."
Violetta swung her flamethrower at a few more snowmen. Well, that went about as well as could be expected. Almost every side in this had been listening in to that conversation. There was no reason the Kyuubei would've blocked off communication from the robot and the traitor. You had to watch every word you thought, in case someone reported back to somebody important. Nothing she'd thought could be used to frame her.
"Angela?" she said aloud. It saved time for her rather then trying to stay silent. "Remind me again who's with you right now?"
"Erica and Natale, ma'am. And the Kyuubey. "
Both decent support. Erica had a slight rebellious streak, but a certain deviousness in killing. Her whole gimmick was chains, with a sweeping set of them for weapons as well as a sweeping chainmail dress. Natalie was slightly dopey and had a real problem with reaction time, but seemed to be happy to hack anything and anyone to pieces with her pickaxes. Two of her finest. If she, Violetta was the kind of person to use royal guards, they'd be her right-handsmaidens. She liked putting them in groups with the newest recruits, like she was with Angela and-
"Wait, wait. What happened to... what's her name, the short one, with the snowboard and the shield? "
"Hilda? Erica sent her back to base to keep down the fort. Why, was that wrong?"
"No, just keeping count. Anyway, Angela, there's a factory in the forest if you look around. With a whole lot of scorchmarks around it."
"We found that already."
"Great! Angela, stay over there and keep the Kyuubey with you. We've already found the witch."
"We, ma'am?"
"Yeah, me and the robot."
"Eponine?"
"Bang on the money. Oh, and there's a third girl in here too. Some little spit with revolutionary leanings. Kill her if you find her."
"Understood, Ma'am."
Even across the alien's telepathy, she heard the little smirk in that last line. Angela was a pretty new girl with a bit of a chip on her shoulder about her pudgy figure squeezed into a rather revealing neoprene suit, but could chop familliars with her oversized scimitars with the best of them. If only she'd learn to conquer her wierd fear about buildings and heights and she'd be perfectly useful. Violetta idly swatted a snowman and kept on ordering her women around.
"Erica?" She said.
"Listenin'. "
"Get here as quickly as you can. We need the re-enforcements. Just follow the smoke trail. I'd light a beacon, but there's... pressing matters."
"Entendu."
"Vi out."
Violetta swung her flamethrower at a few more snowmen. Well, that went about as well as could be expected. Almost every side in this had been listening in to that conversation. There was no reason the Kyuubei would've blocked off communication from the robot and the traitor. You had to watch every word you thought, in case someone reported back to somebody important. Nothing she'd thought could be used to frame her.
I always love a bit of worldbuilding around teatime. Are you going to bring the character back, or anything?
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