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Post by zandyne on Sept 27, 2008 0:01:31 GMT -5
Gen in all her helpfulness blinked and tried to elaborate, “Controlling authors will notice this more than characters, but while controlling authors are here, their characters will function slower or just be inactive. Controlling authors will also be unable to create new characters or write exposition that has effects on the surroundings. The same applies for using the Techniques of Speech and Writing… It’s very hard to describe but in action it is very easy to understand.”
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Post by TrueBlue© on Sept 27, 2008 1:14:41 GMT -5
Now, Miss Blue had always secretly considered herself a bit of a specialist in the laws between worlds and the psychological relationships between reality and fiction, always on the grand edge of that magnificent Fourth Wall and what it meant and why it was and for who's benefit was it? The character's or the author's? In fact, she'd wrote part of a guide on that...
Outside of the thought bubble, the young woman had frozen, like she was going to say something but her train of thought had crashed. No, quite the contrary, the crazy train was rolling just fine.
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Post by zandyne on Sept 27, 2008 1:35:12 GMT -5
Their caretaker flicked up her wrist and a dainty watch was revealed beneath a buttoned sleeve, “As I’ve said numerous times it is quite late right now.” She made her way to one of the padded walls and ran a hand along it. In fact if one had looked around the room it, insanely enough, lacked any windows or doors.
Having sufficiently examined enough, Gen retrieved a hybrid of what looked like a key and a tiny metal tablet and drew a large rectangle over the wall’s cushioned surface. It melted away to reveal a very basic yet comfortable room filled with three neatly made beds.
“Although I’m surprised none of you have shown any signs of exhaustion, this is where you will sleep for the night. Should any emergency arise,” she pointed deep inside the room to a modest arrangement of Red Poinsettias, “please just hold tightly onto one of its leaves and speak clearly into it, I’ll get your message.”
She stepped back from the door frame, "Good night."
(Well now you guys can go exchange life-stories or whatever.)
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Post by Ninmast on Sept 27, 2008 5:24:47 GMT -5
The red ranger idly made his way into the room, picking out a bed on the far side. "So why'd you have to go and point out the obvious and upset her?" David asked True. "I mean, of course, she creates stuff by writing it. How else would you keep a shifting prison of authors and characters in line? In fact, she's probably the reason behind the shifting, and why she can't give us a direct answer. It'll change as needed. She's like ..." He fished around for a comparison for a moment, but shook his head, unable to recall the name. "That one character that alters reality, but can only do so by writing. His creator wanted to make his power level really high, but because he had to write everything, it actually had to be pretty low."
He leaned back on the bed thoughtfully after kicking off his shoes and socks, though the rest of his attire remained on, except his jacket. "I doubt the same could apply to Gen, though. She's probably written in a million protections for herself so long as she's here. I wonder if she was always such a looker, though, or if she wrote that in, too?"
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Post by Kainus Maximus on Sept 27, 2008 8:55:50 GMT -5
The author did the same, taking off his shoes, he also took off his suit coat and laid it on the side of the bed, and making sure that something that he kept with him at all times remained in the coat and didn’t accidentally fall out. He sat on the side of the bed, intertwining his hands into a single fist which he rested his chin upon. He did not reply to David's, although it wasn’t really directed at him anyways. From the way it sounded, he was trying to be know it all, but that could be the stress in his head talking. He pondered on the idea of an island. That could be many things from their unwillingness to translate.
Perhaps they were indeed on the very literal sense of an island, or perhaps it was simple a metaphorical sense, you are in prison and cut off from the rest of the world. Or it could even mean that they in fact were in a separate man made dimension cut off from the rest of reality, portals of random origin tend to do that, so why not this one? He pondered this as and other thoughts as they blazed into and out of his mind, changing subjects quickly.
Either this plane of existence itself or a form of a dampening field had put up to limit their capabilities as authors. He never considered that that in this realm (or possibly the last one) he'd have the capability of such power; of course it didn’t matter now. Though it didn’t hurt to ponder a bit of the capability of transforming himself into that of an Adeptus Astartes Space Marine and simply blowing his way out to clear his name. Though such acts of bravado are best left to daydreaming, unless things become dire. It wasn’t like he could do it anyways at the moment though.
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Post by TrueBlue© on Sept 27, 2008 17:46:25 GMT -5
"Maybe she should be a little less sensitive. Maybe you coulda got online and asked questions instead."
Her mood shifted again, for the third time since they'd been here. She flopped down face first on the bed untaken. "I don't know why I don't get my own stupid room..."
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Post by Ninmast on Sept 27, 2008 18:18:23 GMT -5
"Because it's not ready yet," he reminded her. "None of them are. She probably hasn't had time to write them all in yet. She seems nice. What's your impression of her?"
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Post by Kainus Maximus on Sept 27, 2008 18:36:40 GMT -5
"Of course they'll seem nice." Kainus said, from the other side of the room, his back to the others.
"They want you to cooperate, they don't have to be rough and aggressive here, especially when they very well control this entire plane of existence. They can control you physically, but not mentally. Your mind, your allegiance; that they cannot touch. So they'll be nice, to get you on their side." Kainus concluded not looking around.
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Post by Ninmast on Sept 27, 2008 19:31:02 GMT -5
"My thoughts exactly," the young man agreed. "Believe me, I'm not discarding her as a risk." He scratched the side of his nose. "I'm not the type to let any potent thinking go on below the neck."
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Post by TrueBlue© on Sept 27, 2008 22:14:09 GMT -5
"Well, I'm not scared of her." The words came muffled, TrueBlue©'s face buried in her sleeves, and she had every intention of sleeping that way. "I can write better fight scenes than any dumb character..."
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Post by Ninmast on Sept 27, 2008 22:31:20 GMT -5
Said character stretched his arms over his head with a yawn before giving in and pulling the blanket up over him. "Hey, I'm as much me as I am," he retorted. "I can write just as well, thank you."
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Post by Kainus Maximus on Sept 27, 2008 22:37:46 GMT -5
Kainus did not reply to anymore of the conversation. He stayed up sitting at the side of his bed, facing the wall. He remained there for awhile; he simply could not find the urge to lie down. His mind buzzed further with complications on his situation. Did he make enemies with the wrong people? Was someone out to get him or was he simply at the wrong place at the wrong time? What could he possibly do to aid his situation? Eventually He grew tired of sitting up and simply fell back onto the bed, where his throughout process continued until he would drift off...
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Post by zandyne on Sept 27, 2008 22:57:31 GMT -5
Sleep, or at least silence, eventually came to each of them. But even though their minds drifted off to unconsciousness it was as if they had merely shut their eyes before they were being woken up by the familiar greeting of Gen.
“Good morning, I hope you are all refreshed.”
She looked exactly the same as she had the night before; the only difference was that her little red book was stowed in the belt-pack around her waist. “It’s a beautiful day,” she casually commented as she walked over to a curtained window in the room, one that surely hadn’t been there the night before, and opened it to let sunlight pour in.
Gen turned around all too happily, not even bothering to revel in the sunlight she’d mentioned, and stood purposely there. “It is currently Breakfast Time, you must be very hungry. If you don’t have to get ready, I can show you were the Dining hall is.” The last part seemed to imply that she’d rather not waste any time in waiting for them to prepare.
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Post by Ninmast on Sept 27, 2008 23:26:42 GMT -5
The ranger groaned as the light struck his eyes, covering his face with one hand, but grudgingly swung his feet off the bed to send his toes feeling for his socks
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Post by TrueBlue© on Sept 28, 2008 0:59:58 GMT -5
True let a growl rumble out of her throat, her beautiful face still buried in the poor pillow her fancy sleeves made. "Hmm... fff..."
In her head, it'd been "I hate you, burn in hell." but she shoved herself up backward anyway.
And stretched, blinking and scowling and back crackling, her hair magically as shiny and clean and brushed and silky-smooth as the day before. "Or maybe I could just go back to sleep. That would be even better."
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