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  Information link on the Hezbollah
Posted by: hmelton - 07-21-2006, 07:04 AM - Forum: Politics and Other Fun - Replies (15)

I came across a link on Spacebattles.com with info on the terror group calling itself Hezbollah.
www.timesonline.co.uk/art...68,00.html
It's fairly political so I put it here.
It looks like Israel is pretty much fighting Lebonon forces in spite of what Lebanon's leaders are saying.
When 14 of 128 seats of a nation's government belong to the group that is bombing another nation you are at war with that nation.
howard melton
God bless

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  Tips on Writing: The Fight Scene
Posted by: Epsilon - 07-21-2006, 01:27 AM - Forum: Other People's Fanfiction - Replies (8)

Inspired by this thread I remembered that I wrote a pretty longish peice on another forum about how to write a decent fight scene. So, I thought I'd reproduce that here, just for anyone who may be interested. Feel free to comment and chip in your own advice as well. Someday, I'll clean this up and expand it and turn it into a proper essay on my website.

There are five things you should do to write a good fight scene. Handle all of them and your fight scene is almost gaurenteed to come out competent. Handle them all well and your fight scene will be good.
I'm going to use some terms from wrestling in this post, not because I particularly enjoy wrestling, but because they are very handy for defining some of the concepts.
Part 1: Establishing Heat
Your fight scene actually starts long before your fight itself technically begins. Your primary goal is to build up the heat for the fight. If you accomplish this, then you will be halfway towards having a fight scene readers will enjoy.
Heat is a shorthand way of saying that 'the audience cares about the outcome of the fight'. Specifically, it means that you are guiding the audience towards wanting to see a single specific outcome of the battle. By taking the time to establish the characters of the story in the readers mind and making them care about what happen to them, you are part of the way towards this. However, you still have a ways to go. You must not only have the readers care about the characters, but care about what will happen after the fight. You must make them want to see one person win or lose.
The easiest way to do this is by building 'villian heat'. If you create a villian for the fight that you build up as particularly vile, that the readers will want to see lose, that they will cheer to see lose, then you have established villian heat. You can establish villian heat by having your bad guy do lots of nasty things, but this is a short term solution. Simply having the villain be nasty will go part way towards this, but you must make the enemy one that is vile. The problem with villian heat is that it can not really be carried past the villian's defeat. You can certainly have the villian win a few of the initial encounters, but if you pull that off too often the audience will turn on you. Sooner, rather than later, you will have to have the villian be defeated. Once this is done, the villian is essentially useless to you (as a villian). They lose all their heat. So you better finish them off and write them out of the story, or be ready to build up that heat again from scratch.
Harder, but better in the long run, is building up 'hero heat'. Hero heat is essentially the opposite of villian heat. You make the audience want to see the hero win, want it so bad they can taste it. Hero heat is built up by making the hero and their cause sympathetic to the readers. Revenge is a common hero heat building story conceit, but for it to work we have to feel the hero's loss and their rage at that loss. If the goal is to protect something, then we must understand how important this thing is to the hero. Rescue involves a similar in depth look at how the kidnap victim is important to the hero. In all cases the key to building hero heat is to make the readers understand why the hero is doing this and why they must win this battle. Mere life and death struggle won't work. If you successfully inspire hero heat then the best thing is that it will retain its value far longer than villian heat. Even if the hero loses (and depending on the circumstance, especially if the hero loses) they will often retain their heat. And if they win, but their underlying motive is not fixed, then they can still retain heat for fighting the next villian and the next.
Ideally, you should establish both kinds of heat for the fight, but this is very hard.
The third kind of heat is harder to define. I call it 'character heat' because it really has nothing to do with heros or villians or, in fact, who wins the fight at all. With character heat, you are building the fight scene up not as important in terms of who wins or who loses, but something important that is going to happen during it. Usually this involves a moral choice. "Will the hero give in to the Dark Side to win the battle?" is an example of a common heat building question. In these cases the outcome of the fight is not so much in question. The question is how the fight will conclude.This is the hardest kind of heat to build up.
Step 2: What Is The Fight About?
Once you have built up to the fight itself but before you type the first word you should know what the fight is about and how it is going to conclude. This does not mean you know what is going to happen blow by blow, but you must identify the elements of the fight. A fight scene is just like any other scene in your story. It has a theme, it has a mood and it has a climax.
The theme of the fight is a concept that you will keep returning to over and over during the course of the fight. It will color the descriptions you give and serve as an underlying structure for the fight. For example, the theme of your fight could be something esoteric like 'challenging your limits'. In that case, your descriptions of the fight are going to include a lot of references to how hard it is. The hero (and villian!) will be constantly pushing themselves, always trying new things they aren't sure will succeed. Your theme could also be something prosaic like 'gore'. In this case you will want to vividly describe injuries, the pain they inflict and the heros disgust at what is happening to him and what he is doing to his opponent. A big part of the theme will depend on what kind of heat you have built up for the fight.
The mood of the fight is the underlying emotion of the conflict. It could be comedy, tragedy, romance, suspense or any of the other emotional contexts you can write for. Once you decide on a mood for the battle do your best not to break that mood during the course of the scene. If you want this fight to be a tragic battle in which the brave hero is unable to save his lady love from the diabolical villian, then don't have people cracking wise or have silly things happening. You can either have the mood and theme be complimentary or at odds (either is good, depening on what you want to accomplish). Once again, the mood of the scene will depend on the heat you have built up for the fight.
The climax of the fight is, of course, what everything has been building towards. It is going to be the single dramatic moment that marks the end of the fight, or at least the end of the part the audiene cares about. Generally speaking the climax of your fight should always be a choice by one of the characters involved. Readers care about choices. Simply having a hero use a new super technique to win the fight isn't that entertaining (the old "I go supersaiyan ten!" problem). However, if the choice to use that technique costs the hero something, then using it is more enjoyable to the readers.
Step 3: Build the Scene
No fight takes place on a featureless plain stretching in all directions. Every fight occurs somewhere, and you should be using this to your advantage.
Before the first blow is exchanged take a paragraph or two to introduce the scene the fight is taking place in. If it is taking place in a building establish as much, define the general dimensions of the room and what is in it. If it is outdoors describe the local landmarks. Pay careful attention to things that could be used as cover or weapons. Remember that you are not telling a story to someone as you type, so if you feel the need to have something appear in your scene later that you forgot to include earlier, you can go back and rewrite your introduction to include it. Don't spend too much time doing this, however. You'll want to paint in broad strokes at first and get into fine detail as the story permits.
While the fight is occuring use the environment to enhance the drama and your descriptions of the fight. If there is a cliff nearby it is just begging for someone to be (almost) tossed over it. Parked cars make excellent cover, things to smash people into and (if your story has enough superhumans) improvised weapons. Have people duck and weave through objects, leap over obstacles, get trapped in corners, gain the high ground on their enemy and come inticingly close to very dangerous hazards (electical wires, lava pits, grinding machinery, etc.).
Sometimes just a word or two to play off the scene can enhance a particular exchange of blows in a way just describing the blows would not. "The sun was setting behind Mark, casting his body into shadow as Joe struck, sending him staggering back." Use such description to play up the theme and mood of the combat again. A theme of a lonely desperate battle can be well established by decsribing how empty the place the fight is taking place in is, for example.
And, as you said, use all five senses to fill in the details. Don't go overboard, but describing the smell of rotting garbage in an alley or the oppressive heat of a foundry can go a long way towards drawing in the reader.
Step 4: Know What Your Characters Can Do
Here we begin to get into some of the technical details of the fight scene. When you are righting a fight scene you must be aware of what your characters can do and can't do. Just as importantly, you must know what they will do and won't do.
To a certain extent, this means if you are writing a fanfic you are going to have to do research. For instance, if you are writing a Ranma 1/2 fight scene you would do well to go and consult on exactly how powerful Ranma is. Get an idea of how fast he is, how strong, what kinds of tactics he uses and how he deals with certain threats. If you do this for all the participants in the fight, you should have a good idea of how the fight will go.
If you are trying to build up a new character and/or are modifying the abilities of already existing characters you must personally define what the extent of these abilities are. You need not tell the reader exactly what they are, but you must keep them in mind yourself. Resist the urge to have character spontaneously develop new powers and strengths with all your might. Instead, you can get much more drama out of a character finding out a way to overcome their own weakness through cunning and perseverance than you ever would by having them pull a new technique out of their nether regions.
When you are describing a martial arts battle do not worry too much about getting highly technical. For the most part, your audience is not into martial arts and thus if you begin to use technical terms they will not understand them. Do not also feel the need to describe a fight in blow by blow detail. You can gloss over the unimportant exchanges of blows with a few words, only focusing in for a blow by blow description during the truly important parts.
A thesaurus is your friend. Bookmark thesaurus.com. You can get a lot of mileage out of just using new words for "attack". Adjectives are also your friend, but be careful not to overuse them. Any more than two per noun (and three per sentence) and you are getting a little too wordy.
Step 5: Poetry
Finally once you have done all the pre-writing work you can begin to write the actual fight. These is were you will learn that the single most important part of any fight scene is pacing.
You want the reader to feel the action of the fight personally, and you can establish this with how your write it. When the fight is fast, the sentences should be fast. Keep things simple. Use short sentences. Rapidly shift focus. Avoid words like 'and'.
At the important parts of the fight you want to slow down. Use longer sentences to establish the mood and theme more directly during these parts. Don't be afraid to make seemingly unimportant (but short!) digressions during these longer sequences. You want the reader to focus more on them and draw them in.
Then change speeds. Shift focus again. Spend some time drawing in the reader by appealing to their senses with an out of place and lazy sentence or two. Back to the short, sharp action again.
You can use several common tricks to enhance your fight scene at this point. I will decsribe some of them.
Establishing Dominance: In most fights there will be one character that is clearly superior to the other. There are two schools of thought on who this should be, and both of them have valid points. One school of thought is that the villian should always be more powerful then the hero. This creates an immediate visceral level of suspense. However it can get strange, even ridiculous over time. Each successive villian must be more powerful then the last, or the suspense won't be there. This is especially true if the hero grows in power either during or after the fight. The other school of thought is that the hero should be stronger than the villian, but the villian cheats, commits dishonourable actions or is otherwise avoiding a direct fight with the hero. This is good because it can be drawn out for longer and doesn't get quite as ridiculous. However, in this case you are shifting the focus away from the fight and towards the circumstances around the fight. The actual fight itself is a foregone conclusion, should it actually occur.
The Hope Spot: In a fight where the hero is going to lose, usually if the villian is more powerful, there should be a moment where the readers are convinced they will win. This is the 'hope spot'. Allow the hero to briefly gain the advantage in the fight, build up to it and then when his hopes are dashed the readers will also be equally dashed. This is best used in the first encounter between hero and villian, so that you can build good heat for the rematch.
Ironic Defeat: Using irony (and other literary devices) can really help you out in a fight. An ironic defeat is one in which the character almost literally defeats themselves. For example, if a villian challenges a hero to a fight in an orphanage which he has set fire to, it would be ironic if that fire is the cause of his defeat. This allows the readers to feel suitably rewarded. Ironic defeats aren't limited to just villians however. Heros can also metaphorically shoot themselves in the foot as well. This is often best used in the case of an arrogant hero whose hubris is the cause of his own downfall (usually but not always followed by the hero learning his lesson and changing for the better).
The Finishing Move: In almost every fight you can see or read the fights often come down to one blow. Combatants exchange a long series of near misses and inconsequential hits until one of them lands a final, dramatic strike that ends the fight instantly. If you are going to use this concept, be sure to do it right. Everything in the fight has to build up to that one last strike. Make sure to slow down the pace of the fight for that strike. Make the description as poetic and evocative as you can. Tie in both the theme and the mood to it, if possible. Add in a dramatic change in the environment of the battle. The finishing move also gets a viceral response from the reader if you have established villian heat. They want to see the bad guy get his just deserts, so don't scrimp on it.
Speech: Nine times out of ten you are going to want to have the two combatants talk to each other during the fight. This can be as simple as trash-talking or as complex as a romantic interplay. Fight scenes are excellent excuses for charcater development and one of the best ways of highlighting what the character says and thinks about their opponent. Think of the fight as a crucible in which anything but the pure underlying emotions of the characters is burned away.
Non-fights: Sometimes you just have to recognize what is a non-fight. Even if two people are technically in battle, you may not want to spend a scene describing it. If your readers don't care about the fight, if the outcome is a foregone conclusion... then feel free to skip it. A few lines of description or just a scene break away before the action starts and then switch back after the fireworks are over should be good enough.
Random Monsters: Common in video games is the idea of random monsters, minor threats that the hero faces just because they are there. Never do this in your story. Readers don't care about them. Even if there are hordes of faceless minions in the battle, try to avoid getting involved in fights with them. They are non-fights. Just say "The hero fought long and hard but the zombies were no match for him. Eventually he was alone, the badguy having escaped while he was distracted." and be done with it. The concept of random monsters can also include things like random thugs trying to mug the character and similar threats.
Cutting Away: A simple way to build drama in a conflict is to change scenes half-way through it, usually just before or after some dramatic event. Don't do this for long, or often or the readers will lose interest in the fight. Also, the scene you switch to should have some immediate meaning to the fight. Switching from a heros dramatic battle with the villian to the kidnap victim he is trying to rescue worrying about him is okay, switching to an unrelated scene about the villian's flunkies playing cards is not.
And that is all the advice I can think of right now off the top of my head.
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Epsilon

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  Naruto Must Die
Posted by: drakensis - 07-20-2006, 10:29 AM - Forum: Other People's Fanfiction - Replies (15)

Just a little something I came up with a while back and have been working at every now again. Feedback would be greatly appreciated.


The Sandaime Hokage's head was low and he looked every one of his many years as he walked into his office.
Twenty-four months and one day ago, his successor had died sealing away the Kyuubi inside the newborn Uzumaki Naruto. Today was the second anniversary of Sarutobi accepting the office of Hokage again. Less than two full days ago, he had assigned a D-rank mission to a young genin who didn't mind working through the memorial ceremonies.
Early yesterday evening, the Konoha Orphanage had been set alight by dozens of katon jutsus. Fortunately, the building had been almost empty - the staff had taken the children to one of the parks for the day. One child had been left there, along with the genin babysitter. Testimony from the squad of ANBU who arrived just barely too late, saw a group of unidentifed ninja in the uniform of Konoha's police driving a young man back into the building when he tried to escape carrying a small child.
The building had collapsed them and in the moments as the ANBU tried and failed to penetrate the ruins to free the boy, the perpetrators made a clean getaway.
With a heavy heart, the Hokage opened the door to his office. Yondaime's legacy had been lost, along with another innocent young life. And with no one stepping forwards to identify those responsible it was likely that those guilty would never be punished. That would be a hard thing to tell the genin's family...
It was a tribute to the Hokage's compusure that he didn't break stride or betray his shock at what lay within the office to either of the chuunin standing guard outside of it. Instead he stepped in side and paused to glance to one side. "Don't let anyone in for a while," he ordered. "I need to put some things in order this morning."
The chuunin he was looking at, bowed slightly. "Yes, Hokage-sama."
Once the door closed behind the hokage, the guard scowled. "Goddamn idiots," he muttered under his breath.
His comrade shot him a quizzical look. "It was the Kyuubi, who cares?"
The guard jerked his head towards the office. "He does. I don't care about the brat but this could break his heart."
The other man grimaced. "I hadn't thought of that."
Inside his office, the Hokage removed his ceremonial hat and looked in wonder at the seven-year-old boy, soot-stained and scorched, who was slumped in the Hokage's chair, sleeping the sleep of the exhausted. In the boy's lap, a blanket wrapped child was moving and the Hokage could see a pair of innocent blue eyes peering out of the folds.
"Thank the gods," the old man whispered and a tear ran down his wrinkled cheek.
"Why did they attack him?"
Sarutobi sighed. "By my own laws, I cannot answer that question. I can tell you that it was very wrong, however."
"So what do they believe that would make it right to burn the kid to death?"
The Hokage frowned. "I said that I cannot tell..."
"I know you can't tell me the truth, but they believe something else - you can tell me that without breaking the law, because it's not the truth."
There was a frown as the old man tried to work through the logic of that. "I suppose that that's so," he conceded. "They believe that Naruto is the Kyuubi no Kitsune."
The boy looked down at the child now happily playing on the floor. "I don't see the resemblence," he said at last. "I'd always pictured the Kyuubi as being a little larger somehow."
The elation at the two boy's survival faded in the old man's eyes. "Yondaime never wanted the boy to be treated like this. I may have no choice but send him away from Konohagakure, for his own safety. If your father cannot identify those responsible for this attack, doubtless they will try again."
Itachi rubbed at the soot on his face. "He won't. Anyone he turns over will be a scapegoat, nothing more."
One does not become Hokage without being able to look underneath the underneath. "He knows already then. And if you think he'd serve up a scapegoat then he wasn't a silent partner, either."
The boy shook his head. "They were all henged - but there aren't very many shinobi in the world with Sharingan and two of those involved did. Father does not tolerate independent actions like that - it reflects on him as the head of the police."
*What do we do to these children,* Sarutobi mused. *He's seven years old and he's dissecting the politics of his father conspiring to commit murder.* "And without proof, I cannot act against him. Your testimony would be too easy to discredit."
"Because of my age," the boy replied a little bitterly.
"Partly," the Hokage agreed. "And partly because your father will have ironclad allibis for everyone but his designated scapegoat."
"It's a lot of effort to take to hurt one infant," Itachi noted. He yawned and rubbed his eyes. "Are we done? I could do with some more sleep."
"We're not done, as such," the Hokage told him, "and you can't go home yet. You can get some sleep in the next room though. Take Naruto with you."
Itachi lifted the baby carefully and opened the door leading to the sideroom where the Hokage kept a couch for the nights when he couldn't afford more than brief naps.
The Hokage hesitated, then, "Uchiha Itachi. Would you accept an A-class mission, outside Konohagakure, for several years? For the purposes of the mission, you would be deep undercover, listed as dead in yesterday's fire."
Itachi blinked, and then looked down. "Is he the mission?"
"Correct. The mission would be to raise him to return here as a potential Konoha-nin."
Itachi hesitated, and then nodded. "Mission accepted," he agreed.
"That must be him now!" Soun Tendo announced brightly as there was a knock on the gate to the dojo. He jumped to his feet and ran for the door. "Saotome! My old friend!"
Nabiki followed her father to greet the arriving Saotomes, while her sister hung back.
"I hope that he's older," Kasumi murmured.
"Hmph," Akane snorted. "Boys!"
As suddenly as they had left, Soun and Nabiki reappeared - running from what apeared to be a small circus - to be precise, a rather large bengal tiger with a small panda perched on it's back. Trailing behind them were two women: one about Nabiki's age, with a resigned look on her face, and a middle-aged woman in a dirty gi.
"Daddy!" hissed Nabiki, hiding behind the master of the house. "Are these your friends?"
Her father shook his head, desperately hoping that this was all some bizarre dream. Certainly, the stout woman bore a slight resemblence to his old friend, but surely that was merely a coincidence.
"Tendo!" the woman called, enthusiastically. "It's so good to see you again!"
Nabiki gave her a sceptical look. "Are you sure, Daddy?"
The younger woman bowed her head. "Saotome-san," she said wearily to the older woman. "You amaze me by how quickly you can forget a simple plan."
The woman puffed up smugly at the statement and the girl glared at her, a red flicker in her eyes. Almost instantly the elder of the two paled and backed away, raising her hands defensively. "I'm sorry," she pleaded. Placing her hands together she cried out "Henge!" and a small cloud of smoke enveloped her for a moment. When it faded, in her place was a stocky, muscular man with a handkerchief covering his bald head.
"Saotome!" Soun called in relief. "It's you!" The two men placed their hands on each other's shoulders and practically danced a jig with excitement.
Nabiki sighed and looked at the girl. "Are you about to turn into Ranma Saotome in a puff of smoke?" she asked sarcastically.
"No," she replied, shaking her head. Unlike Genma Saotome's gi, she was wearing a long grey coat over black trousers and a sweater. "However, if you were inclined to provide a little hot water then I could reveal a few secrets."
"Hot water?" Kasumi asked. "Of course, please just wait a moment." She vanished back into kitchen, leaving her younger sisters to face the new arrivals.
The tiger had sidled into a corner and was now lying on the floor, head resting on it's forepaws with an expression that appeared to be frustrated more than anything. The panda cub, which was rather smaller than Akane and now that she looked at it was more cute than it was menacing, was whipping it's head back and forth, examining everything in the room with child-like curiousity. Oddly enough, the animal was wearing a large backpack as if it were a human.
"So what will you be doing with the water?" Nabiki asked curiously.
"There's no point telling you," the girl replied fatalistically. "You will not believe without seeing it."
"What's your name anyway?" Akane asked. "Are you Ranma's sister?"
"I am a student of Saotome-san," came the reply. "My name is Konoha Itachi."
"Itachi!" Nabiki chuckled. "Who'd call a girl 'Itachi'!"
Itachi merely smiled thinly. "All will be revealed," she replied as Kasumi re-entered the room, carrying a steaming kettle. "Thank you," she smiled at the eldest of the Tendo sisters and took the kettle, placing it carefully on the table and removing the lid. "This will do nicely."
With that said, she glanced over at the still distracted men and flicked her hands through a succession of handseals. "Suiton," she whispered, and droplets of the boiling water burst up from the kettle and pelted Saotome Genma. For an instant, the man was replaced again by the middle-aged woman that he had appeared as previously, grimacing in pain that the hot water, and then was once again male, although now rather less muscular and more rotund.
"Saotome!" Soun cried out. "What happened!"
"It's a long story," Genma muttered.
"I threw him into one of the cursed springs at the Training Grounds of Jusenkyou," Itachi said shortly.
"Apparently not that long a story," Nabiki muttered.
"Oh my," Kasumi gasped. "Why would you do such a thing?"
"He seemed to think it was amusing when I got thrown in," Itachi explained and used the same handseals and more droplets sprayed across the two animals and herself. Instantly they all transformed into boys - Itachi growing several inches into a young man in his late teens, the tiger becoming a dark-haired teenager with his hair in a pigtail and the panda transforming into a younger boy with spiky blond hair. Both the younger boys were wearing short-sleeved chinese shirts and trousers tied off at the ankles.
"Wha-whu-but... but..." Akane stammered. "How?"
"It was magic!" shouted the younger boy excitedly. "All the ponds have something that drowned in it and anyone who falls in them turns into one!"
"But why would you go to such a place?" Akane asked.
The other boy shrugged. "The old man said that it was in his guide as a great training ground. Thing is, it was in chinese, so he couldn't read it at all!"
"Stop whining, boy!" Genma shouted. "Were you not willing to give your life for the sake of the art!?"
"Ah!" Soun declared suddenly, comprehension dawning. "This must be your son, Ranma!"
"Yes," Genma agreed. "This is him. Now we can keep our promise and join the schools!"
"I believe that that would be our cue to depart, Naruto," Itachi said. "This is clearly a family matter, so we would merely be in the way."
"Leave?" Genma said in surprise. "But where will you go?"
Itachi shrugged. "I told you when we first met that I had promised to return with Naruto to our home when he was old enough. He is now old enough, and I will need to answer to... my elders for his curse."
"But surely you can wait a little while," Kasumi suggested gently. "It's getting late and it's still wet. Stay the night at least."
"Your hospitality is most gracious," Itachi said with a bow. "But I have delayed too long already. Naruto, say goodbye to the Saotomes."
The boy looked shocked. "But... Itachi-nisan!"
Itachi's face seemed to soften slightly. "I understand. I feel the same way. But we have obligations."
Naruto seemed almost in tears and he suddenly hugged Ranma fiercely. "I'm gonna miss you, Ranma-nisan."
"We'll see you again though!" Ranma protested. "Right?"
"Right!" Naruto shouted. He glared at Itachi. "It's a promise, right? I've gotta keep my promises - you said that. So I've gotta come back someday."
Itachi's lips curved slightly. "When we can," he agreed.
"Do you live far away?" Akane asked.
"Yes," he replied blandly.
The sun was setting as Naruto and Itachi approached the huge gates into Konohagakure. They had taken the opportunity to clean up at an inn the day before, so it was as two young men that they approached the edge of the Hidden Village. Itachi had donned his forehead protector again that morning and a black mask covered his face.
"Is everything so big here?" Naruto asked under his breath as the gates reared up above them.
"Not everything," Itachi replied. "Not their souls." He waved a casual salute to the two ninja on guard and carefully did not react to the rest of the four-man team as they oberved the approaching pair from behind cover. "Good evening!"
"Welcome," said one of the guards. His eyes narrowed as he spotted the unfamiliar face beneath the forehead protector. "I'll need to see your identification."
Itachi nodded and removed the protector, fishing a slip of paper out from a pocket concealed behind the metal panel. "It isn't current," he warned before he handed it over. "I've been away for a while."
The chuunin frowned as he scanned the pass. "Not current is right - and this doesn't look like it was complete to begin with." He scanned the pair of them. "You must have been pretty young to have left using it."
Itachi nodded patiently and put a calming hand on Naruto's shoulder. "I apologise, but I cannot disclose the details without authorisation. I will need to make my report to the Hokage once you have taken suitable precautions."
After a moment's hesitation, the chuunin nodded and one of the hiding shinobi departed to summon a squad of ANBU. "Very well, 'Hino-san'. Please start by handing over your weapons."
Naruto was looking mutinous by the time that they were ushered into one of the briefing rooms in the Hokage's tower. In contrast, Itachi was outwardly serene, an air that he had maintained throughout the careful vetting process that had consumed the past few hours. Morino Ibiki himself waited inside the door with them as the aged figure of the Hokage entered from the far side of the room.
Sarutobi had to fight to maintain his composure as he examined the two young shinobi facing him. The pass he had given the young Uchiha all those years ago had returned - and unless this was a decepetion, so had the Uchiha himself, along with his charge. "I will need to see proof of your identity," he said without preamble, clasping his hands behind him. "I'm sure you know what will identify you."
Ibiki scowled - the Hokage certainly had the right to keep a few secrets, but it was obvious that there had been Konoha ninja operating without any knowledge by ANBU for some time, and that was was disconcerting... a suggestion of distrust in the elite corps. Then he saw the Hokage stiffen, although there was no response on Itachi's part that the Special Jounin could make out.
"You can go, Ibiki," the old man ordered, a tear forming in his eyes as he stepped forwards and drew a surprised Itachi into an embrace. "I know who they are."
Ibiki obeyed silently, shaking his head once the door had closed. "The hell...?"
Inside, the Hokage had released Itachi and treated Naruto to the same welcome. "It is very good to see you both. I expected you to return years ago, Itachi."
The young man shrugged. "I considered returning in time for Naruto to enter the Academy, but I believed that he was learning more valuable lessons where we were. He should be well prepared for the Genin Exams now."
"And there were no problems?"
Itachi hesitated, his memory producing numerous instances of trouble brought on their heads by Genma Saotome. "Only one that is of concern, Hokage-sama."
The old man blinked. "Of concern?"
"I turn into a panda when I get wet!" Naruto said, shooting a dark look at Itachi.
The Hokage gave him a blank look. "You what?"
"Cold water turns him into a panda," Itachi confirmed, reluctantly. "Hot water reverses the transformation."
Sarutobi looked back and forth between the boys. "And is this..." he taile doff as he looked at Itachi.
"No," Itachi said, shaking his head sharply. "We... fell afoul of a curse."
"What do you mean 'fell afoul'! You threw me in!"
"_I_ didn't know about the curse when that happened," Itachi pointed out. "You were certainly aware of it when you threw _me_ in."
"You turn into a panda as well?"
"No -" Itachi began.
"He turns into a girl!" Naruto announced, and demonstrated by scooping up a carafe of water from the side table and splashing Itachi with it. The Hokage blinked furiously as he saw the young man reduced instantly to a young woman, who shot Naruto a glare.
"Fortunately," he said sharply, "A henge is sufficent to disguise the changes. And as Naruto has sufficent chakra reserves to maintain a henge almost indefinitely, the only way you can tell if he's a panda is that he can't talk in that form. Which is a welcome respite."
The Hokage sat down heavily. "I'm getting a little too old for this," he sighed.
"Will it be safe for him to use his own name?" Itachi asked.
"Ah," the Hokage said. "Well, it should be safe so far as the previous problem goes."
"Oh?"
"I'm afraid that I have some bad news," the Hokage advised solemnly. "I'm very sorry, Itachi. There was an incident two years ago and the Uchiha clan was all but wiped out."
"What!?" "Who?" exclaimed the two boys.
"The Uchiha clan are my family," Itachi explained shortly to Naruto. "What happened?"
"After you 'died'," the Hokage explained, "Your father became even more focused. He pushed your brother Sasuke into intensive training, even harsher than your own. He graduated from the Academy when he was seven and like yourself was seen as a prodigy. Needless to say your father's demands did not cease. Two years ago, Sasuke met and killed one of his teammates in the final match of the chuunin exam. We believe that doing so activated an advanced level of development for his Sharingan and that night he went on a rampage and killed your parents and everyone else in the Uchiha compound, before leaving the village and hunting down the few Uchiha who had not been present. He is currently ranked as an S-rank missing-nin."
Itachi gaped. "Little Sasuke-kun went missing-nin?"
The Hokage nodded. Naruto looked up at his stunned sensei and then hugged him around the hips, pressing his head against Itachi's side. Automatically Itachi rested one hand on the mop of blond locks, taking comfort just as he had so often offered it.
"What happens now?" Itachi asked after a long moment.
"Well," the Hokage said thoughtfully. "We'll have to sort out your living arrangements, and then integrate you into the village."
Itachi chuckled hoarsely. "I'm still a genin," he noted. "Father would be livid - nineteen and not even a chuunin."
"I think I can safely say that you'll be considered for promotion at the next exam," the Hokage agreed. "As for Naruto... we've just graduated a class from the Academy today. I'll shedule a special exam for him and if you do as well as I expect, Naruto, then you'll be formed into a team along with other genin."
"Is it going to be like school?" Naruto whined.
Itachi and the Hokage exchanged amused looks. "No, Naruto," Itachi replied. "It will be a little more structured - you'll have missions to complete, but otherwise is should be much like travelling with the Saotomes."
"As for your living arrangements, Itachi," the Hokage advised. "Much of the Uchiha compound has been rented out - the revenues are being paid into the Uchiha's finances, but the main house is still yours."
"Hn," Itachi nodded, an amused look flickering across his face. "And Naruto?"
The boy looked panicked. "Can't I stay with you, Itachi?"
The amused look transformed into a full-fledged, if slightly thin, smile. "If you wish."
The moment was disturbed by a sudden hammering on the door.
"Hokage-sama!" called Ibiki from outside. "The Forbidden Scroll has been stolen! One of the chuunin..."
Yuuhi Kurenai looked up as the door to the Jounin lounge opened and saw the Hokage entering. "Hokage-sama," she said politely, rising to bow.
"Ah, Kurenai... I was hoping to find you," the old man advised pleasantly. "You'll be taking a team of our new Genin tomorrow, won't you?"
The village's newest jounin nodded her agreement. It was pretty standard for a new jounin in Konohagakure to take over a team of genin, a low-paced beginning to their new rank. It also made sure that they got a chance to pass on some of their experience before taking on the A-class and S-class missions that would eventually kill so many Jounin.
"I have a rather interesting team in mind for you," the Hokage smiled. "Interesting enough that I think some explanation is in order. Please sit down."
Kurenai sank back down to the couch she'd been lounging on, and the Hokage pulled up a chair to sit opposite her.
"What's so unusual about the team?" Kurenai asked. She didn't recall hearing about any particularly unusual students in the current class.
"You may have heard that there was an incident last night," the Hokage began. "One of the chuunin teaching at the academy made off with the Forbidden Scroll and was halted by two genin?"
The jounin nodded.
"One of those genin has been trained as an apprentice by one of our ninja, outside Konohagakure for many years," the Hokage explained. "He had returned to become one of our genin and his performance in capturing of Mizuki was good enough that no further testing is necessary. For all his strength, he doesn't know much of our village, so part of your job will be to help Naruto to feel part of Konohagakure."
Kurenai smiled. "I'd be delighted," she agreed.
"The other genin... well, as the number of graduates this year doesn't divide by three, your team will be assigned a more experienced genin who is currently without a team. He's been away from the village for a number of years, in fact he was Naruto's sensei, and would have been promoted years ago, if he had been available for the exams. I'd like to put him on your team as well, it will help Naruto acclimatise to the village and he will need to adjust himself of course. I realise that this will be challenging for you..."
"I'm sure that it won't be a problem," Kurenai promised.
"Well, perhaps," the Hokage nooded. "You were something of a prodigy yourself, as I recall," he added fondly, "so you'll have something in common with Itachi."
"Itachi?" Kurenai exclaimed. "Uchiha Itachi? The prodigy who graduated at seven and died in the Orphanage Fire ten years ago?"
"Yes," the Hokage nodded. "His 'death' was simply a cover for his departure on a highly classified mission. In fact, his very return is top secret - we have to consider the possibility that Uchiha Sasuke will return if he discovers that his brother is still alive. Itachi is very good of course, but he does not possess the advanced Sharingan that Sasuke developed and we're unsure if he could deal with such an attack. Therefore, only yourself and Naruto will know his actual identity. To everyone else, Itachi will be 'Hino Bushiko', Naruto's elder sister."
Kurenai boggled. "With all due respect, Hokage-sama, Itachi would be... seventeen? How well will a seventeen year old boy be able to pretend to be a teenage girl?"
Sandaime Hokage reddened slightly. "Well, he will need some coaching in 'feminine behavior' - one reason that I am assigning him to your team. Besides that, Itachi managed to incur an ancient curse while on his mission and, er, transforms into a woman under certain circumstances."
"What!?"
"The last member of your team will be Hyuuga Hinata," the Hokage said hastily, rising to leave. "I feel she needs a strong female rolemodel to blossom as a kunoichi... and between yourself and 'Bushiko' she should be well provided for..."D for Drakensis
Contagious, rampant insanity isnt against the rules.
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  TV/anime tropes
Posted by: Custos Sophiae - 07-19-2006, 01:10 PM - Forum: Other People's Fanfiction - Replies (2)

This wiki may be interesting for anyone interested in the guts of the stories, including fanfic writers.
They've got pages about all the standard tropes, heroes, stock phrases, etc, with examples, and conversely, lists of the tropes etc used by most major TV/anime shows. Trying to avoid using these tropes in fanfic would not be a good idea, but being able to recognise which ones you're using and which ones are inherent in the show could be useful.
There's also a random plot generator, one trope from column A, one from column B, ... which actually produces more original plots than some TV shows.

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  Still Looking...
Posted by: Bob Schroeck - 07-18-2006, 07:24 PM - Forum: The Game Everyone Loves To Play - Replies (10)

Just a reminder... I'm still looking for a good song to use for smelting and/or working ore/metal; I need it for a couple different Steps. Does anyone have any ideas?
-- Bob
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As ninety-nine crab rangoons go by...

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  Please read and comment
Posted by: Bob Schroeck - 07-18-2006, 06:58 PM - Forum: Other People's Fanfiction - Replies (25)

During the past few weeks I've been thinking about all the "pet peeves" and "stupid author tricks" threads we've had in here over the years, and I finally decided to try to consolidate them and turn them into some kind of guide document for fic authors. I'm far from finished, but I've got a big chunk of the first section done, and I thought I might post it here for commentary and suggestions. So please take a look at this and let me know what you think. Thanks!
-- Bob


Over the decade or more that I've been part of the fanfic community -- initially anime fanfiction with a brief sideline into Trekfic, but of late branching out to Harry Potter, Buffy the Vampire Slayer and a few other fandoms -- I've read a godawful lot of fics. And among that godawful lot of fics were a lot of godawful fics.This document is an ambitious attempt to help reduce the number of putrid fics by some small but noticeable amount. It started off as a series of threads in the "Other People's Fanfiction" area of my discussion forums on ezBoard. I've extracted the useful information from those threads and expanded upon it, supplementing it with practical advice and guidelines garnered during my three years in the Creative Writing program at Princeton University, 2 years as a newspaper stringer, and seventeen years as a professional freelance writer and member of SFWA, not to mention my eight years of writing fanfiction. (Yes, that *does* mean I started fan writing *after* I was a pro.) I've broken down this document into three main sections:I. General guidelines -- Broad rules that can help improve yourwriting overall.II. Stupid Writer Tricks -- Dumb and dumber mistakes to avoid.III. Crafting Fiction -- Advice on how to construct a story sothat your audience is engaged and entertained.I hope this proves useful to you. Good luck, and good writing.-- Robert M. SchroeckI. GENERAL GUIDELINES1. Learn, and write in, proper English. This means spelling and grammar (more about both later), and on a larger scale, writing proper sentences, paragraphs and chapters. I've seen authors claim that they don't need to do any of this because they're writing "for fun". Well, bunky, let me tell you that I'm *reading* for fun, and if trying to puzzle out what you're saying is too much work, it gets deleted. Quickly. Look at it this way: words are your tools. You *must* learn to use them properly if you are ever going to craft something worthwhile. Imagine two furnituremakers -- who will make the better chair? The one who chips away at the wood with a dull screwdriver and bangs nails in with a pair of pliers? Or the one with a router, lathe and woodcarver's blades, and the knowledge of how to use them properly? Mind you, I know that some of the FFML's authors are writing in a second language when they work in English. But you know something? Unless they say so, I usually can't tell. That's because they often write English better than native speakers do. It's a rare case that one of them makes an error. I only wish the native speakers were as well-educated. Related to this rule is the next:2. Buy a style guide, and consult it regularly. I recommend Strunk and White's "The Elements of Style", which you can get at any bookstore (and, of course, on Amazon.com). There are others, like the Associated Press stylebook, but they tend to be primarily for journalists, while Strunk and White's is focused on more general use. A style guide will help you avoid some of the more common but harder-to-detect errors a writer can make. (And you *will* make them, and continue to make them, no matter how good you get.) It will also guide you in crafting sentences that mean exactly what you want them to mean, instead of just coming close (or worse, looking like they do while missing the mark entirely). If you're weak on English usage and grammar, supplement the style guide with a good guide to structure and writing. I can't recommend Karen Elizabeth Gordon's books highly enough -- get "The Deluxe Transitive Vampire" and "The New Well- Tempered Sentence" (again, available just about everywhere). Not only are they spot-on guides to grammar and punctuation, respectively, they're a whole hell of a lot of fun to read.3. Proofread and preread. Do it yourself, or recruit a friend. If you're lucky or determined, you might assemble a small circle of prereaders. For god's sake, don't trust spellchecker programs. They are notoriously *stupid*. Unlike a human reader, they have no sense of context, and will blithely miscorrect a bad spelling into the wrong word if you carelessly tell them "fix all" or the equivalent. They also *never* have every English word in them, and lacking them, can end up flagging and "fixing" a perfectly good and proper word that they don't recognize. A case in point: the built-in spellcheckers in a number of popular word-processors do not know the word "genteel" (meaning "refined, well-bred, ladylike, gentlemanly") and will insist on turning it into either "gentle" ("delicate of touch") or "gentile" ("not Jewish"). Not exactly the kind of thing which helps the meaning of a well-crafted sentence, that. Make no mistake -- most spellcheckers are designed for *business* writing, and the words they know are biased in that direction. Don't let them get their hands on your work. Similarly, grammar checkers are not the be-all and end-all. They *are* somewhat better tools for the fiction writer than the spellchecker, but again, they tend to be business-oriented. Worse, they have no real way to allow for the less-stringent structure and flow that is necessary for fiction. Use a grammar checker if you want, but be prepared to wade through more false positives than you'd like. The only real solution for both is to manually eyeball your work. This is something that's problematic for most authors, as they have a tendency to read what they know they meant, and not what they actually wrote. Other eyes without preconceived notions about the content are the best way to go about this, although if you have the luxury to let a written piece lie fallow until you forget its contents, you can manage by yourself.4. Pick prereaders carefully. Once you have a chapter or a story out, it's easy to get (more) prereaders. If you're any good, almost everybody who liked your work will clamor to preread simply to get an advance look at your newest stuff. Be aware that these folks do not always make the best prereaders. While this is not a hard and fast rule, self- nominated prereaders run the risk of being (or turning into) "yes men" who always respond "it's great!" to any new material. This can make it hard for an author to grow in his skills, or to evaluate his growth. No pool of prereaders should be made up entirely of self- nominees. When assembling prereaders, *always* make sure you ask some folks who have given you more than just praise. Anyone who's ever told you something was broken (and better, how to fix it) will make a good prereader. If you can actually recruit someone who is uninterested in your subject matter, story, or fandom entirely, even better -- they won't be biased by their own enthusiasm when trying to evaluate your writing. Finally, when selecting prereaders make sure they know that you want more feedback from them than just spelling and grammar errors. You'll profit from it in the long run. 5. Pay attention to what your prereaders say. Especially if they say things like, "why does this happen?" or "this doesn't make sense". Ideally, your prereaders are representative of your greater audience, and if they're more frustrated or confused by a story than entertained and intrigued, that's indicative of problems with your approach. Listen to them, and fix as needed.6. Don't be wedded to your text. Nothing you've written is graven in stone. Nothing is so perfect that it can't be revised or even thrown out. Do not get so attached to a passage that you cannot ruthlessly cut it out of the story if needed. And be prepared to rip your entire story down to the foundations and start it over if that's what the prereaders suggest. It'll be painful, and you won't want to do it, but nine times out of ten, it'll be the right thing to do.7. But don't throw away your deletions. Nothing says you can't save those scraps and recycle them, though. For each of my writing projects, I have a "discards" file. Anything more than a sentence long that gets cut goes in that file for potential reuse elsewhere -- and I *have* found ways to reuse things. This is the best way to preserve that turn of phrase or clever scene that you're so proud of, but which just didn't fit in the place where you first wrote it. Plus, if you know the material won't be lost forever, it's easier to make drastic cuts when they're needed. 8. When in doubt, look it up. In the era of the Internet, there is no reason to make a dumb mistake of fact. Between Google and Wikipedia alone, there is absolutely no excuse for errors born out of ignorance. Series canon for virtually everything is thoroughly documented online these days, unlike the Dark Ages in the middle 1990s and earlier. Web-based language dictionaries are reasonably good and mostly easy to use. It will take maybe five minutes to confirm or correct most details about which you are unsure. Take that time. Newbie readers will thank you, and old hands will respect you. And every once in a while you'll find something utterly cool that no one has ever used before.9. Avoid fanon. As a corollary, resist the urge to fall back on fanon, even (or especially!) when it fills a known hole in your fictional setting of choice. Fanon is never unavoidable -- and making up your own detail from scratch will sometimes lead you into profitable new areas of exploration.10. Write for yourself as well as your readers. Or, to put it differently, you are one of your readers -- don't forget you're writing for your own enjoyment.11. Write for your readers as well as yourself. However, don't get so wrapped up in writing for yourself that you forget you have other people in your audience. This is what causes the worst Self Insertion fics -- when the author gets so caught up in his self-indulgent ego trip that he forgets that other people are going to read this, and want to see more than chapter 135 of "L33TWr1T3R Conquerz Teh Wurld"!12. Don't blackmail your readers. Don't *demand* reviews, or C&C, or whatever your outlet of choice calls reader response, and by the gods do not threaten to stop writing if you don't get any. If you're not getting reviews, or not getting *positive* reviews, there's a *reason*, and a puerile threat to stop writing won't do much good. It might even *reward* some of the people who give you bad reviews. Just write. Yes, you want people to enjoy your work, but nothing is enjoyed by *everybody*. Besides, the work itself should be as much reward as the response. If it's not, you're doing something wrong.13. Grow a thick skin. Related to the above point is how you respond to criticism. Every writer gets bad reviews. I've had them, Stephen King gets them, Hemingway got them, hell, even Shakespeare got heckled in print and in person. There's always somebody who's going to hate your work, no matter how good it is. DON'T LET HIM CHASE YOU AWAY FROM WRITING, BECAUSE THAT WAY HE WINS. Remember that you are writing as much to please yourself as your readers, so don't let someone's abuse make you stop doing something you enjoy. We've already lost a couple fair-to-good writers who had the potential to be truly great because they let negative comments get too deeply under their skins; we don't need to lose more.
-- Bob
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  An Obsolete GGG Snippet
Posted by: Bob Schroeck - 07-18-2006, 01:50 PM - Forum: Future Steps - Replies (10)

I wrote this bit a year or two back, as one of the "flavor" pieces to help me visualize how all the characters in "Girls Girls Girls" might interact. However, once I finalized the structure of the Walk, it became obsolete, as many of the worlds they come from are either relegated to the "Drunkard's Vacation" series, or have been abandoned entirely. And in at least one case, I changed my mind about who was going to represent her world.

So I figured, what the hell, might as well share this, because even though it's now "apocryphal", it might still be entertaining. It has been edited, though, to remove some material that is spoilericious for as-yet unwritten Steps.

Enjoy.



As the other members of the Parigumi dashed down the hall toward
the staging room, Ohgami barked, "You stay here in the theatre
where you'll be safe!" At his side, Erica gave a worried nod
before the two of them rushed to join their companions.

The great wooden doors at the end of the hallway slammed shut,
and the sound of bolts and latches being thrown by the theatre's
automatic systems echoed back along the wood-panelled passage. A
moment later, the alarm bells cut out, and a faint, almost
audible vibration shook the floor under their feet.

Lisa looked around at her compatriots and raised an eyebrow.

"Demon attack?" Minako repeated with a slightly manic grin.

"Stay *here*?" Peggy sounded more than a little insulted.

"Where it's *safe*?" Skuld ground out, already throttling the
grip of her hammer.

"You know what Doug would say in this situation?" Lisa asked, a
sly smile playing across her lips. "'He don' know me vewy well,
do he?'" She whirled. "Dee -- we need a scout and forward
observer."

The Herald saluted, grinning. "On it!" She turned and ran for
the front door. *Sylvath!* The telepathic call for her
Companion rang in the minds of the psi-sensitives among the other
girls.

Lisa shifted targets. "Mirai!"

The big-eyed brunette nodded crisply. "Right. I'll get a fix on
them with my sensors and coordinate with Dee so we can lead you
to them. Just give me a moment to change!" She ran back down
the hall to the first unoccupied office.

"Right." Lisa turned and swept her gaze over the rest of their
number. "Everyone else -- front steps, ready for action, now!"

As they streamed through the lobby and outside, Minako nudged her
with an elbow. "You make a good leader, Lisa-chan," she
chuckled.

Suddenly embarrassed at her audacity, Lisa cringed. "Sorry..."

Behind them, a shrill cry of "Metamorforce!" could be faintly
heard. A flood of green light briefly washed through the
hallway, accompanied by a roar of unleashed energy. A moment
later, a glowing pink streak shot harmlessly through the roof of
the Chattes Noires and into the sky over Paris.

Minako clapped her on the back. "Why apologize? Do you see
anyone complaining? C'mon, let's get this shoe on the toad!"

Lisa rolled her eyes. "You do that on purpose, don't you?"

The beribboned blonde was pure innocence as they burst out into
the sunlight. "Do what?"

"Never mind," Lisa growled. One of these days she'd catch Minako
out. Raising one hand to shield her eyes from the bright light,
she looked around at most of her remaining companions. Towering
over them at the rear was the bulky, tanklike form of Mecha-
RinRin. "Ready?"

A chorus of confirmations and a rippling wave of nods answered
her.

"Okay," she said, steeling herself. "Let's do it!" She thrust
her right hand into the air. "SAILOR POWER..."

Beside her, Minako posed and swept her hands through a series of
complicated gestures. "VENUS LUMINA POWER..."

"...MAKE UP!" they chorused together, and light exploded from
them both. A moment later, Sailor Loon and the glowing form of
Sailor Venus stood back-to-back in mirroring poses of combat
readiness.

"What was with all the funky hand movements?" Lisa muttered out
of the side of her mouth.

"Something I saw on TV that I thought was cool," Venus replied
airily.

"Riiiight," Lisa replied.

A burst of wind and a yellow blur resolved itself into Sana in
her golden bodysuit, jittering in place on the steps before the
two senshi. With a crack of displaced air, she saluted Lisa (who
winced when she momentarily imagined the supersonic gesture *not*
stopping mere millimeters in front of the younger girl's
forehead). "The beautiful and talented Sana Kurata, Codename
Hikari no Hayasa, present and ready to go!" the auburn-haired
girl piped breathlessly.

"MechaRinRin Transform! Battlesuit mode!" shouted RinRin. "Go!"
The great, blocky robot unfolded along previously-invisible
seams, opening up like a flower. RinRin pulled her goggles down
over her eyes, leapt into the pilot's seat thus revealed, and
belted herself in as the robot reformed itself around her.

Skuld and Rei looked at each other, and nodded. With a sound
like canvas flapping in a heavy wind, great feathered wings burst
from their shoulders. Rei's were a pale silver-blue that matched
her hair; Skuld's were a brilliant, pure white.

As Rei drew forth from nowhere the spiraling ribbon-like shape of
the Spear of Destiny, diamond fire raced across her form, seemingly
burning off her clothes and leaving behind white samite and
gleaming plate armor chased in gold filigree. Skuld knelt and
slammed the butt of her hammer against the ground. There was a
crack of thunder, and red gauntlets appeared on her hands.
Scales of white metal emerged from their cuffs to race up her
arms and across her body, jingling like a basket of coins poured
down a stairwell. She rose, completely covered in red and white
mail save for head and wings.

Slinging her hammer onto her shoulder, Skuld turned to face Lisa.
"The Goddess of the Future awaits your command," she declared
with a jaunty grin.

"As does the Angel of Heroes," added Rei in her softer voice, the
Spear in her hands held at parade rest.

"Show-offs," muttered Lina grumpily, and next to her, Willow
giggled.

"It's not like we're not showy ourselves," Phoebe pointed out,
swirling her rich blue cape with its thread-of-gold embroidery
around herself.

The alien rumble of its gasoline engine echoing off the buildings
around them, Peggy pulled up to the steps of the Imperial Theater
on her motorcycle. The brilliant sunshine glinted off the golden
back-to-back "BB" emblems that emblazoned the bike's fuel tank
and fenders. She wore her leather jacket with her katana slung
on her back over it, and her twin automatic pistols rode low on
her gunbelt. Behind her on the cycle sat Chalotte; a web of
belts and bandoliers encased the blonde Borrible, placing dozens
of knives at her fingertips. Strapped across her back in exactly
the same manner as Peggy's katana was her Rumblestick, its steel
point glittering in the sun.

Peggy turned a dead ringer for her father's famous "business
face" to the others. "Are we ready to rock?"

"Almost!" Suu replied, leaping to the curb. "I just have to do
this!" She held her left wrist up to her mouth; strapped there
was a heavy black and silver watch she hadn't had a few moments
before. "Big T!" she bellowed into it. "It's *showtime!*"

Underfoot, the earth began to shake. As Suu stood on the curb
and laughed maniacally, several of the girls took to the air
while others staggered to find some solid object to hold on to.
As the vibrations grew in intensity, the street before them
cracked and then began to fall away, revealing a broad, deep hole
out of which a hulking form of metal lifted itself.

It was a monstrous robotic turtle, standing on its hind legs and
easily a hundred meters tall.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" shrieked Suu, capering wildly at the edge of
the hole. "Mecha-Tama Mark *Forty*!"

"Suu!" Lisa called from her telekinetic hover ten yards above the
ground. "I *know* you didn't have that... that... *thing* when
we came through the gate. How the hell -- *when* the hell -- did
you build it?"

Kaolla Suu stopped stock still in surprise. "Build it? I didn't
build it. I *made* it... just now!"

Lisa blinked at the response, and briefly pondered its
implications. "Well," she muttered, "*that* certainly answers a
lot of questions."



(ETA: Fixed Yuku-spawned lack of linewrap after browsing into this topic months later.)

-- Bob
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...The President is on the line
As ninety-nine crab rangoons go by...

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  HP thoughts
Posted by: Wolff - 07-18-2006, 07:07 AM - Forum: Other People's Fanfiction - Replies (2)

I was reading some HP fanfic tonight, and Winamp decided to throw up Pink Floyd's "Another Brick in the Wall". This got me to thinking, isn't Snape just a poster-child for this song? This further got me wondering if JKR is a Floyd fan, because pretty much the whole Harry Potter saga could be set to "The Wall". So, without further ado, I give you:
Harry Potter: The Wall
a rock opera
Starring
Harry Potter as Pink
Vernon and Petunia Dursley as Mother
Snape as the child-hating teacher
Cho Chang as the little tart who flashes her tits to get in for free
Ginny as Pink's cheating wife
Hermione and Ron as the backup band
and guest starring Voldemort as Hammer
Now, I really don't have the dedication to follow through with this idea, so if anyone thinks they can do justice to it, by all means, run with it. The only things I ask are 1) idea credit and 2) linkage.
"Ah, great. More androids." "We're not androids, we're the Knight Sabers!" "Huh. Frederick's of Hollywood has a line of power armor out. Who knew?"Falling out of aeroplanes and hiding out in holes

Waiting for the sunset to come, people going home

Jump out from behind them and shoot them in the head

Now everybody dancing the dance of the dead

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  ATN Drogn Re: Bubblegum Disaster
Posted by: Valles - 07-17-2006, 03:15 AM - Forum: Other People's Fanfiction - Replies (1)

I don't recall offhand how far you'd gotten in actually writing the Griffin arc, but I do remember having a discussion with you about which version of the Batmobile Sylia ended up using.
I still say, BTW, that an extreme enough variation on all-wheel steering would be able to get adequate performance out of the Animated Series version, though granted the thing is always going to be a rocket first and foremost.
Anyway, the question is now solved.
Ja, -n

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  One more new image.
Posted by: robkelk - 07-16-2006, 06:22 PM - Forum: Drunkard's Walk V: Another Divine Mess You've Gotten Me Into - Replies (2)

Again on a short-retention-time site, so grab it while you can...
"Only Peorth puts on more clothes to go swimming than she wears around the house," to quote the person who scanned the image.

-Rob Kelk
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Rob Kelk
"Governments have no right to question the loyalty of those who oppose
them. Adversaries remain citizens of the same state, common subjects of
the same sovereign, servants of the same law."

- Michael Ignatieff, addressing Stanford University in 2012

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