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The Nerd Formerly Known as Melkor
STATUS: haven’t been able to rp in so long. grad school is a bitch 4 mos ago
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haven’t been able to rp in so long. grad school is a bitch
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I'm about to enter my senior year. So close to that astro degreeeeee
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4 yrs ago
Act two of the original three is done. It is about 100 pages and 23k words. I'll be merging the first two acts into one and the book will end up being about twice as long as originally projected.
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4 yrs ago
Act 1 of 3 is done. It’s about 100 pages and 23k words and has a prelude, 8 chapters, and an interlude. I’m looking at 100k words as an approximate goal.
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Progress on draft 2: 8200 words and 32 pages.
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Thrawn: "I have read about the nightswan. Have you?"
Nightswan: "You refer to the fact that it sings only as night is falling?"
Thrawn: "Yes. You do not expect your stand to succeed, do you?"
Nightswan: "I know that it won't succeed."
Thrawn: "That does not necessarily mean the end. I can give orders for you to be taken unharmed."
Nightswan: "They will be ignored. Half the troops here are Batonn Defense and Restos is determined to get rid of me."
Thrawn: "Then come with me now!"
Nightswan: "A man must do what he must, Admiral Thrawn. Even if his stand is against the fall of eternal night."
Nightswan: "You refer to the fact that it sings only as night is falling?"
Thrawn: "Yes. You do not expect your stand to succeed, do you?"
Nightswan: "I know that it won't succeed."
Thrawn: "That does not necessarily mean the end. I can give orders for you to be taken unharmed."
Nightswan: "They will be ignored. Half the troops here are Batonn Defense and Restos is determined to get rid of me."
Thrawn: "Then come with me now!"
Nightswan: "A man must do what he must, Admiral Thrawn. Even if his stand is against the fall of eternal night."
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Cute yet creepy dog you got there.
Edit: Also could be a cat... can't really tell.
Edit: Also could be a cat... can't really tell.
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Cool
I think I'm caught up as far as story and post-count goes.
The auditorium at Roseburg Conservatory High School was a tall and wide room which could seat a couple thousand people, it had a stage and different coloured stage lights hanging from the rafters. The school didn’t have that kind of population, but the designer seemed to have planned ahead. The students filed into the auditorium and took their seats.
I suppose they’re going to tell us about the counselors? We already know… There was a police officer… Therefore I can assume that there is some sort of investigation going on. But why? I heard that there was also a student that died of a heart attack… The same cause, possibly within hours of each other..? Coincidence? Perhaps not… But how then? Akihito lost himself in thought as the police officer stood on the stage and explained that they would be looking into possible leads. Most of the students seemed to be mumbling about how ridiculous that was. How could a culprit cause a heart attack?
When Akihito began paying attention again they were just explaining that there will be a medical team at the school the next day to check blood pressure and make sure no one has any heart problems. There will also be an environmental team there to check for any natural causes of spontaneous heart attacks.
Just as the announcements were coming to a close the last bell for the day rang, but Akihito hadn’t moved from where he sat. He didn’t notice the bell, he was lost in thought about the different possibilities but couldn’t, himself, come to any clear answer. Not unless he considered the super natural, but that was ridiculous.
Akihito made his way to his car, he didn’t have work after school today. He was just going to go home and rest. He would probably then go to a coffee shop and eat something for dinner then make his way back home and scan the news for anything odd, like spontaneous heart attacks. Once is chance, twice is a coincidence… but three… that’s logically a pattern…
As he got to his car, he didn’t really know that his day would only sort of go that way. His day was thrown off by what he saw had been lodged in between with wind-screen and the hood of his car. It was a bound, composition-like, book with two words on the cover: “DEATH NOTE”. As Akihito picked up the book he could sort of sense a change in his eyesight. He could tell they were sharper somehow but didn’t know how. He saw some students pass him by but didn’t seem to be able to see anything different. Just my imagination then?
He could tell it was made of genuine leather and seemed to be really old. Age was apparent all over it, even though it was in perfect condition. The inside cover laid out some instructions for use. Interesting… So if I were to write down a name and think of a face… they would die of a heart attack within forty seconds… That sounds similar… I… hmm.... He opened the door and climbed into the old Honda.
I’m going to have to test it… But it can’t be anyone I know, clearly, but it should also be someone who really deserves it. This is, of course, assuming that it actually works. I think it will, it is the last explanation for the spontaneous heart attacks earlier, with the exception of an environmental cause…
As he stepped into his apartment he placed his bag on its rack, next to the door. He made his way to his room where he turned on his television. He flipped over to the news hoping to find a criminal on trial. He kept changing channels until he found one. “Sam Seaborn…” He wrote the name down of the man who was on trial for killing his wife, her sister and his daughter the man was clearly guilty, he had just confessed. As he did so, he thought of the face which was plastered to the screen. 40 seconds… 30 seconds… 20 seconds… 5… 4… 3… Now, what will happen?
I suppose they’re going to tell us about the counselors? We already know… There was a police officer… Therefore I can assume that there is some sort of investigation going on. But why? I heard that there was also a student that died of a heart attack… The same cause, possibly within hours of each other..? Coincidence? Perhaps not… But how then? Akihito lost himself in thought as the police officer stood on the stage and explained that they would be looking into possible leads. Most of the students seemed to be mumbling about how ridiculous that was. How could a culprit cause a heart attack?
When Akihito began paying attention again they were just explaining that there will be a medical team at the school the next day to check blood pressure and make sure no one has any heart problems. There will also be an environmental team there to check for any natural causes of spontaneous heart attacks.
Just as the announcements were coming to a close the last bell for the day rang, but Akihito hadn’t moved from where he sat. He didn’t notice the bell, he was lost in thought about the different possibilities but couldn’t, himself, come to any clear answer. Not unless he considered the super natural, but that was ridiculous.
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Akihito made his way to his car, he didn’t have work after school today. He was just going to go home and rest. He would probably then go to a coffee shop and eat something for dinner then make his way back home and scan the news for anything odd, like spontaneous heart attacks. Once is chance, twice is a coincidence… but three… that’s logically a pattern…
As he got to his car, he didn’t really know that his day would only sort of go that way. His day was thrown off by what he saw had been lodged in between with wind-screen and the hood of his car. It was a bound, composition-like, book with two words on the cover: “DEATH NOTE”. As Akihito picked up the book he could sort of sense a change in his eyesight. He could tell they were sharper somehow but didn’t know how. He saw some students pass him by but didn’t seem to be able to see anything different. Just my imagination then?
He could tell it was made of genuine leather and seemed to be really old. Age was apparent all over it, even though it was in perfect condition. The inside cover laid out some instructions for use. Interesting… So if I were to write down a name and think of a face… they would die of a heart attack within forty seconds… That sounds similar… I… hmm.... He opened the door and climbed into the old Honda.
I’m going to have to test it… But it can’t be anyone I know, clearly, but it should also be someone who really deserves it. This is, of course, assuming that it actually works. I think it will, it is the last explanation for the spontaneous heart attacks earlier, with the exception of an environmental cause…
As he stepped into his apartment he placed his bag on its rack, next to the door. He made his way to his room where he turned on his television. He flipped over to the news hoping to find a criminal on trial. He kept changing channels until he found one. “Sam Seaborn…” He wrote the name down of the man who was on trial for killing his wife, her sister and his daughter the man was clearly guilty, he had just confessed. As he did so, he thought of the face which was plastered to the screen. 40 seconds… 30 seconds… 20 seconds… 5… 4… 3… Now, what will happen?
Boring. That’s how Akihito would describe his day. Nothing particularly exciting had transpired thus far. There was, of course, the music instructor… But that wasn’t really too much of a concern to Akihito. He didn’t have any of the man’s classes and his passing didn’t affect the rest of his classes in any noticeable way. Sure, some students were absent from class during the entire day but that was probably because they either decided to use the teacher’s sudden heart attack as an excuse to leave the school or they were spending the day with the team of counselors the school had brought in for the students and staff. In the end though, he really just didn’t quite get it.
“Mr. Osamu,” Akihito’s physics teacher, Mrs. Noel, got his attention since he was dozing off again. He sat up and gazed at her, showing that she had his attention. “Why is it that a rocket increases its velocity over time?”
He knew this one. He knew a great deal about physics… so he didn’t know why she had bothered to ask him. “Because, as a rocket approaches apogee it burns more and more fuel. As the fuel is used in the thrust-reaction the rocket loses mass and gains speed. Assuming that the motor is set to burn fuel at a constant rate, that is.” He realized why he was asked a question. A police officer was in the room, asking questions, and she wanted to show off her star pupil. Even though he had taught himself most of what he knew about the subject.
It was nothing against her, it was just that he never really paid much attention during her class. He was sure that she was a perfectly good teacher. She did this all the time though. When another teacher, an administrator, a parent, or, in this case, a police officer entered the class she’d usually ask him a conceptual question in an attempt to impress whoever it was. The officer didn’t seem impressed.
“Ma’am, would you mind if I talked to you in private? Outside.” She left the room with the officer for about thirty seconds. When she came back in she wore an expression of dread.
“Alright, class, we’re going to meet with the rest of the school in the auditorium about Gregg,” the music instructor, “apparently they’ve…” She seemed to be considering whether or not to say more. “Anyway, let’s head over to the auditorium.”
“Mr. Osamu,” Akihito’s physics teacher, Mrs. Noel, got his attention since he was dozing off again. He sat up and gazed at her, showing that she had his attention. “Why is it that a rocket increases its velocity over time?”
He knew this one. He knew a great deal about physics… so he didn’t know why she had bothered to ask him. “Because, as a rocket approaches apogee it burns more and more fuel. As the fuel is used in the thrust-reaction the rocket loses mass and gains speed. Assuming that the motor is set to burn fuel at a constant rate, that is.” He realized why he was asked a question. A police officer was in the room, asking questions, and she wanted to show off her star pupil. Even though he had taught himself most of what he knew about the subject.
It was nothing against her, it was just that he never really paid much attention during her class. He was sure that she was a perfectly good teacher. She did this all the time though. When another teacher, an administrator, a parent, or, in this case, a police officer entered the class she’d usually ask him a conceptual question in an attempt to impress whoever it was. The officer didn’t seem impressed.
“Ma’am, would you mind if I talked to you in private? Outside.” She left the room with the officer for about thirty seconds. When she came back in she wore an expression of dread.
“Alright, class, we’re going to meet with the rest of the school in the auditorium about Gregg,” the music instructor, “apparently they’ve…” She seemed to be considering whether or not to say more. “Anyway, let’s head over to the auditorium.”
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