Firstly, I haven't been paying much attention to Fenspace recently (mea culpa, mea maxima culpa), so I'm sure something to this effect has been suggested or toyed with somewhere already. ![[Image: smile.gif]](http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/images/emoticons/smile.gif)
Secondly, I want to write a story or some scenes featuring my character, since she hasn't come to light yet (again, my own fault/laziness). I dunno, maybe also develop the idea of the Pratchett group of fen in a little more detail...anyways, I'm rambling. I'll throw this up here and y'all can mud sling as necessary
***
I sighed and stretched the back of my neck.
I wasn't a soldier like KJ, or a boss man like Mal, or heck, even someone like the real pioneers of fenspace like Scott or the other big names. True, I was crew on one of the damn best ships in the system, and one that was famous in and of itself.
But I'm just a pilot...and I'm the quiet type, not big on the hype or the fame, kind of lazy and perfectly content to just sit back, do the driving, and let everyone else get on with the hero work and mind boggling discoveries. Also, I've got one of the more...distinct hair-do's around, and quite frankly, I think I'd be known as one of the more recognizable fantasy characters of the Pratchett world if I got out more.
Gorram 'wavium. To be honest, as crazy as the fen are, I very much doubt I'd get mobbed if I was better known- I feel embarrassed for thinking it. I certainly wasn't back at *the* convention, heck, I was just another biomodded fen who got lucky. But things have...progressed a little. Again, probably my own fault for not getting out as much as I could. I'm not as upset about the hair anymore, in fact I'm pretty entertained by it, certainly I've learned to live with it. The Voice is something I haven't dropped to anyone yet, KJ's guessed, Kat knows, but that's it. I'm sure Mal has an inkling, but it wasn't there at first and it's gotten worse? better? over time.
I've just, I don't know. Felt the urge to wear black more often. Haven't been able to tan very easily, when I used to be able to brown like cooked beef. (yeah, I caved and went in for a tanning salon). And maybe the whole "not getting out" thing is a symptom itself, who knows. Well...okay, I do tend to behave rather oddly when I get out to parties. Apparently I keep demanding curries when I get really, really drunk.
What all this leads up to is that I don't mind doing the long hauls, and as they say, idle hands are the devil's tools. In fenspace, this is true and incredibly dangerous. I'd be sitting there, on some boring long supply run, and start wondering what I could with this, or if I could make that.
The results of this sort of thinking are immediate and obvious; I've got a Strohl plasma gun strapped to my back. It's...mostly a false device. Then there's the Mace[tm] and the foam Mace I use for crowd control. Then I started to really think...what about a staff? Or a sword- thought about those katanas the Shinigami had in Bleach. There were any number of things I thought of, small objects, weaponry, clothing, heck, even common household items, that there just might be a market for with the fen. Basically, custom crafting items, using 'wavium if needed, for things the fen might want. Actually, having 'wavium in paticular as part of the creative process.
Oh, of course there's already companies, shops, what have you that do that sort of thing. Reproduction zampukto, costumers, etc. But I was thinking of trying things that *weren't* reproductions, I wanted to create the real thing. Or, at least as close as I could. For instance, maybe a paticular nutjob wanted one of Cloud's swords from FFVII: AC. Y'know, the one that could part and be pulled into two different weapons? I could try and make that.
I grinned to myself. Okay, that was an extreme example. I was getting in over my head...ye gods, 5 more hours on this trip. But seriously, maybe some standard stuff, 'wavium cosplay costumes for senshi with bits that actually waved mysteriously without the need for wind...then there was the Pratchett stuff (my main focus, my being a fen of that genre). I grinned again, feeling paticularily mad. *Surely* no one was nuts enough to try and recreate the Luggage. Or heck, Death's sword. I had been trying to stockpile titanium, after all. Or...the grin got wiped off my face, fast.
I can't *seriously* been considering that. To me, it's just about the final step down a path that this biomod has smacked me into. One I'm not entirely sure I want to go any futher on...but.
A scythe would be really cool.
Secondly, I want to write a story or some scenes featuring my character, since she hasn't come to light yet (again, my own fault/laziness). I dunno, maybe also develop the idea of the Pratchett group of fen in a little more detail...anyways, I'm rambling. I'll throw this up here and y'all can mud sling as necessary
***
I sighed and stretched the back of my neck.
I wasn't a soldier like KJ, or a boss man like Mal, or heck, even someone like the real pioneers of fenspace like Scott or the other big names. True, I was crew on one of the damn best ships in the system, and one that was famous in and of itself.
But I'm just a pilot...and I'm the quiet type, not big on the hype or the fame, kind of lazy and perfectly content to just sit back, do the driving, and let everyone else get on with the hero work and mind boggling discoveries. Also, I've got one of the more...distinct hair-do's around, and quite frankly, I think I'd be known as one of the more recognizable fantasy characters of the Pratchett world if I got out more.
Gorram 'wavium. To be honest, as crazy as the fen are, I very much doubt I'd get mobbed if I was better known- I feel embarrassed for thinking it. I certainly wasn't back at *the* convention, heck, I was just another biomodded fen who got lucky. But things have...progressed a little. Again, probably my own fault for not getting out as much as I could. I'm not as upset about the hair anymore, in fact I'm pretty entertained by it, certainly I've learned to live with it. The Voice is something I haven't dropped to anyone yet, KJ's guessed, Kat knows, but that's it. I'm sure Mal has an inkling, but it wasn't there at first and it's gotten worse? better? over time.
I've just, I don't know. Felt the urge to wear black more often. Haven't been able to tan very easily, when I used to be able to brown like cooked beef. (yeah, I caved and went in for a tanning salon). And maybe the whole "not getting out" thing is a symptom itself, who knows. Well...okay, I do tend to behave rather oddly when I get out to parties. Apparently I keep demanding curries when I get really, really drunk.
What all this leads up to is that I don't mind doing the long hauls, and as they say, idle hands are the devil's tools. In fenspace, this is true and incredibly dangerous. I'd be sitting there, on some boring long supply run, and start wondering what I could with this, or if I could make that.
The results of this sort of thinking are immediate and obvious; I've got a Strohl plasma gun strapped to my back. It's...mostly a false device. Then there's the Mace[tm] and the foam Mace I use for crowd control. Then I started to really think...what about a staff? Or a sword- thought about those katanas the Shinigami had in Bleach. There were any number of things I thought of, small objects, weaponry, clothing, heck, even common household items, that there just might be a market for with the fen. Basically, custom crafting items, using 'wavium if needed, for things the fen might want. Actually, having 'wavium in paticular as part of the creative process.
Oh, of course there's already companies, shops, what have you that do that sort of thing. Reproduction zampukto, costumers, etc. But I was thinking of trying things that *weren't* reproductions, I wanted to create the real thing. Or, at least as close as I could. For instance, maybe a paticular nutjob wanted one of Cloud's swords from FFVII: AC. Y'know, the one that could part and be pulled into two different weapons? I could try and make that.
I grinned to myself. Okay, that was an extreme example. I was getting in over my head...ye gods, 5 more hours on this trip. But seriously, maybe some standard stuff, 'wavium cosplay costumes for senshi with bits that actually waved mysteriously without the need for wind...then there was the Pratchett stuff (my main focus, my being a fen of that genre). I grinned again, feeling paticularily mad. *Surely* no one was nuts enough to try and recreate the Luggage. Or heck, Death's sword. I had been trying to stockpile titanium, after all. Or...the grin got wiped off my face, fast.
I can't *seriously* been considering that. To me, it's just about the final step down a path that this biomod has smacked me into. One I'm not entirely sure I want to go any futher on...but.
A scythe would be really cool.